David Cris Bright was the senior investigator in FBI. He was a workaholic whose hair was already thinning. He was not bothered about being bald but he sure wanted to know what was going on with Mishra. His brown gray eyes reflected fire burning in the fireplace but had concern for Mishra. He was used to Mishra’s unbelievable views about the extra-terrestrial and was getting frustrated with him. He believed nothing like that was even near possibility of discovery.
On his desk was a report about the same cave and a victim who had died due to over exposure of some unknown kind of radiation. He would not have considered Mishra’s talk serious if it had not been the scared tome of his voice and this report. The victim in the report was a student of the campus who was in the cave for some fun time with his friends. David considered the report spurious and wanted to open the investigation again suspecting death due to some prank, until his talk with Mishra. There seemed to be something going on in this cave and it was required to keep the people safe. David got up quickly from his reverie and knocked off the soup bowl. “Mr. Bright, I was just retiring for the night and now this mess. Won’t you ever be careful…” growled his housekeeper. David hurried to make a call and then went to bed.
At 8 a.m. the next morning he was seated in Mishra’s office with a ceaseless flow of explanations from him. It seemed like Mishra had never had the chance to explain the situation properly. After the meeting, David had at least 5 pages of very detailed and interesting notes. Dr. Mishra seemed to be content and less afraid that David was taking this seriously.
Mishra had warned him against radiation but David wanted to have first hand experience in the cave. He went through the opening of the cave and slowly looked around the hall. He took out a small torch light and a magnifying glass from his inner pocked and moved slowly to the chamber entrance mentioned by Mishra. He was not startled when his torch bulb exploded suddenly due to prior warning. He had already taken keen note of one of the symbols on the rocks and decided to look it through.
Back in his office he browsed the web rigorously after giving instructions to his secretary not to disturb him for anything else that day. By the time it was dark, he had nothing but earth’s heightened magnetic activity in some caves as an explanation for the events. This he considered very vague and decided to go back and explore more. By the time he was at the cave’s entrance think blue-black clouds covered the sky in a peculiar way. The thing that caught his eye was a thin sliver of moon light that fell on the cave’s entrance in spite of the clouds. He stepped into the hall again few minutes later. While he was rummaging for his magnifying glass he heard some footsteps. He listened more carefully and identified the source of the muffled steps as the chamber. He cautiously proceeded towards its opening. The place seemed as rocky and dark as before. It was creepy but he did not falter back. This time he lit a candle that he had thoughtfully brought with him.
Going further in, into the round chamber he noticed that some symbols on the rocks were of the same design. He touched one of these symbols cautiously. Nothing happened. So he proceeded to the other rocks. Suddenly one of the symbols glowed like radium in the dark. To watch it more carefully he blew off his candle. He then touched another one and it grew dark again. The first symbol had stopped glowing. This reminded him of memory games. Getting interested he touched the first symbol again. Carefully observing he found three other symbols with the same pattern. He touched one of these and it protruded forward from the rock wall. Suddenly he heard an unearthly screech from somewhere inside. He stopped and thought of going back but then a golden light caught his eye. It slowly moved towards the second symbol starting at the first. He stood rooted to the spot. He startled when a loud unplugging noise issued suddenly and he stood gazing at a stainless steel room with a machine that stood at its centre and a floating figure working at it. The sliver of moon light was falling on the figure and then disappeared without any trace. David’s brain got clogged with questions. All he wanted to do was know what it was and if it was not his own mind playing tricks on him. The floating figure had not noticed him somehow, thank god, even though the opening of the entrance should have given the person a warning.
His feet moved rapidly and silently without his brain’s coordination and he reached Mishra’s living quarters.
To be continued....
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