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with General Kimmel, and watched with a resigned sense of foreboding. Terror for him had given way to a strong desire to leave the Hope House site and its secrets behind for good.
The unit traveled deeper. As it did, the shape of the tunnel changed. Gone was the carved, deliberately cut shape which had come previously. Now the way ahead was filled with giant roots from the denizens of the forest above. Still the GT16 went on, and still those shadows on the edge of their vision appeared and disappeared. The screen shuddered and filled with distortion before returning to normal.
“What’s happening to the picture?”
“I uh, I don’t know. It shouldn’t be doing that. Something’s wrong. The sensors are all over the place.”
Fisher stared at the telemetry screen. The temperature indicator was fluctuating wildly, showing anywhere from minus ten degrees to fifty plus. As he watched, something rolled out of the darkness – an object, or more accurately objects, on the ground ahead. Fisher stared, not sure what to do. Linus brought the GT16 to a halt and turned to Fisher.
“Do you want me to try the spotlights again? Just in case that’s not what it looks like?”
Fisher knew of course that there was no doubting what they were looking at, but nodded anyway, something in him needing to see just how far it went, just how bad it was. Linus activated the light-switch, the picture on screen going dark as the transition was made to the spotlight. As the cavern illuminated, Linus shrieked and threw his chair back.
This time, whatever had been flirting at the edge of the shadows came at them. It was both something and nothing, humanoid but also strangely formless. The GT16 shuddered and tipped onto its side as the thing that attacked it melted away into nothing. Accompanying the assault was a noise that none of them would ever be able to forget. It was almost the sound a lion would make when threatening a rival. A deep growl, filled with malice, charged with so much aggression and anger at the intrusion that Fisher already knew any investigation planned for the catacombs was over. Some things, he decided, were best left alone. The GT16 lay on its side, the image on screen distorted and shaking, but still showing the scene beyond. A split second later, its feed was cut as all power to the unit was lost. They had already seen it though. Fisher recounted grainy photographs from the Second World War, particularly the atrocities undertaken in gas chambers and concentration camps. It was a similar feeling, a similar scale of unimaginable genocide, made more frightening by the attack on the GT16.
“Pack everything up. I want this place sealed off. All doors. All windows,” Fisher ordered, still fighting against the image they’d seen. “I want everyone out of here within the hour.”
Hopkins nodded and left the hotel, the relief on his face clear.
Although the screen now displayed static, Fisher could still see well enough in his mind’s eye what existed in the tunnel.
Bones.
The ground was littered with human bones.
CHAPTER 10
Known as the Romanian Bermuda Triangle, Hoia Baciu Forest covered an area of more than two hundred and fifty hectares. Its bizarre history of paranormal activity, UFO sightings and other unexplained phenomena had made the forest one of the most intriguing and feared locations in Europe. Emma Barrett trudged through the woodland, hands thrust in pockets and head down against the steady drizzle which had been falling for three solid days. Her boots were splattered with mud, and her breath fogged in the chilly air. Although it was mid-morning, the day was dull from the heavy gray cloud cover, which, as miserable as it was, still wasn’t enough to deter her from her journey. Behind her, cheeks flushed from the cold, was Alex Brett. Like her, he was a survivor of the Oakwell massacre, and from it a relationship of mutual need had grown. They leaned on each other when times were tough, helping
The unit traveled deeper. As it did, the shape of the tunnel changed. Gone was the carved, deliberately cut shape which had come previously. Now the way ahead was filled with giant roots from the denizens of the forest above. Still the GT16 went on, and still those shadows on the edge of their vision appeared and disappeared. The screen shuddered and filled with distortion before returning to normal.
“What’s happening to the picture?”
“I uh, I don’t know. It shouldn’t be doing that. Something’s wrong. The sensors are all over the place.”
Fisher stared at the telemetry screen. The temperature indicator was fluctuating wildly, showing anywhere from minus ten degrees to fifty plus. As he watched, something rolled out of the darkness – an object, or more accurately objects, on the ground ahead. Fisher stared, not sure what to do. Linus brought the GT16 to a halt and turned to Fisher.
“Do you want me to try the spotlights again? Just in case that’s not what it looks like?”
Fisher knew of course that there was no doubting what they were looking at, but nodded anyway, something in him needing to see just how far it went, just how bad it was. Linus activated the light-switch, the picture on screen going dark as the transition was made to the spotlight. As the cavern illuminated, Linus shrieked and threw his chair back.
This time, whatever had been flirting at the edge of the shadows came at them. It was both something and nothing, humanoid but also strangely formless. The GT16 shuddered and tipped onto its side as the thing that attacked it melted away into nothing. Accompanying the assault was a noise that none of them would ever be able to forget. It was almost the sound a lion would make when threatening a rival. A deep growl, filled with malice, charged with so much aggression and anger at the intrusion that Fisher already knew any investigation planned for the catacombs was over. Some things, he decided, were best left alone. The GT16 lay on its side, the image on screen distorted and shaking, but still showing the scene beyond. A split second later, its feed was cut as all power to the unit was lost. They had already seen it though. Fisher recounted grainy photographs from the Second World War, particularly the atrocities undertaken in gas chambers and concentration camps. It was a similar feeling, a similar scale of unimaginable genocide, made more frightening by the attack on the GT16.
“Pack everything up. I want this place sealed off. All doors. All windows,” Fisher ordered, still fighting against the image they’d seen. “I want everyone out of here within the hour.”
Hopkins nodded and left the hotel, the relief on his face clear.
Although the screen now displayed static, Fisher could still see well enough in his mind’s eye what existed in the tunnel.
Bones.
The ground was littered with human bones.
CHAPTER 10
Known as the Romanian Bermuda Triangle, Hoia Baciu Forest covered an area of more than two hundred and fifty hectares. Its bizarre history of paranormal activity, UFO sightings and other unexplained phenomena had made the forest one of the most intriguing and feared locations in Europe. Emma Barrett trudged through the woodland, hands thrust in pockets and head down against the steady drizzle which had been falling for three solid days. Her boots were splattered with mud, and her breath fogged in the chilly air. Although it was mid-morning, the day was dull from the heavy gray cloud cover, which, as miserable as it was, still wasn’t enough to deter her from her journey. Behind her, cheeks flushed from the cold, was Alex Brett. Like her, he was a survivor of the Oakwell massacre, and from it a relationship of mutual need had grown. They leaned on each other when times were tough, helping
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