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pale complexion and shaken appearance showed he had encountered
something beyond his comprehension, of an immensely deadly diabolical
nature, and he shook in terror, barely able to speak, and looked
I strained my eyes to see him in the dimness of the
underground train tunnel, near London Bridge, beside the underground
Roman cavity they had just uncovered in the side of the tunnel, which
he had just climbed out!
“What did you see down there?”
I gasped, in horror, at what he had suggested existed.
“I saw its face!” he muttered. “It’s
hideous! Its existence goes back far further than humans, and far
beyond! It’s trapped down there somewhere!”
I stood frigid and staggered at the danger, and started
to comprehend what we were up against, and had been missing!
I wondered what could be powerful enough to trap it, and
if there was even anything in existence to free it!
“Its origins go beyond humans, and the Romans who
settled here, and has been dormant, waiting to be revived, and
uncovered, and has remained undetected by our technology!”
He continued, biting his lower lip hard, “Our
detection methods are far inferior and are mainly created and
function to discover normal objects, and even normal unidentified
objects, and our investigations of it are futile!”
I sat frigid,
realizing the mistake we had made and what the outcome of what was
occurring could be, and by trying to handle something of its nature,
which could categorically kill us all!
“Some scientists found traces of it though, which
were kept confidential – while they tried to locate and
“It must be incredible!”
I answered firmly. “It
must have been tremendous! What made it come to this place, in the
“Nobody knows! Perhaps there’s something
here, which it came to investigate! If it was far less dormant it
might have been located by some means! It is powerful!”
I was amazed that he thought it could have some form of
powerful presence, and I believed it was supposed to be entirely
supernatural, and was sure I was destined to discover its existence,
and full potential, and believed it could be buried away below us,
below the cavity, unearthed by them, working there, and I detected he
had been up to something when he discovered its existence.
Deep down I thought McMurdo had barely survived, and
seemed to believe he could be killed in some hideous way!
It was lucky Marple had not been able to get hold of the
archaeologists to investigate his accounts of the lost treasure, and
Roman map he had found, as they were working on another project, but
I knew they soon would, and that we could not do anything about it,
and I thanked him for warning me.
In the ground below my feet I was surprised to see an
object, which I saw was a Roman coin, and I grabbed it and cleaned
dirt away from it, in the dim light, and I entered further into the
massive cavity in the side of the tunnel wall, and looked down into
the large hole there, going deep below, and into the hideous cavity,
and wondered why in the hell it was there, and why the railway
company had not filled it in, but I knew they would once they had
completed the rest of the railway line, and it could be buried away
for future explorers to uncover.
I recalled the other incident we had investigated, at
Battlefield Road, and after all the observations, research, and by
leading scientists, scientists admitted that the thing found in the
woman’s house we investigated had unknown origins, mainly by
its appearance and tremendous unrecognized powers! Although they
still had a lot of work and investigations to carry out, and had
found little, and they were trying to keep it confidential!
“We have to investigate it!” McMurdo warned.
“The future of the world could be at stake? If the wrong people
get hold of it …”
“We should investigate it!” I agreed,
recalling a newspaper article. “There may soon be many more
constructions being built around here! They’re building far
more constructions now …
We have to get anything we can on it –
and as much information on it and its origins …”
“There’s little! That’s been found!
It’s mainly in ancient lost legends, which show its hideous
features – and that of the devil!”
I was left confused at what information he had
discovered, and stated, “If
it has a physical presence we could discover something
new about it – and it would be worthwhile to investigate!”
McMurdo gasped, in horror, still badly shaken from his
confrontation with it, and replied, “I
never thought I would live to see it and survive!”
Thing from Beyond Reality
The whole account of what occurred was now astounding
and I could barely believe what had happened, and what happened
I was staggered at the Battlefield
Road discovery, and walking in
and discovering the sphere formation, and its powerful energy
pulsations blasting through sold rock, and witnessing some form of
life existing there, which we have not seen since, which nobody
grasped the true identity of!
The formation altered back to its original dormant
formation later, after the paranormal scientists arrived, and I had
to describe things that happened and that I seen invisible things
surrounding it, which had become visible, and their strange glowing
and swirling ghostly formations, forces, and some like spirits with
shrouds over them.
The central formation resembled a magical living sphere,
altering its formation, and its energy and powers, and I knew it had
no real physical form, and it normally had a colossal size and powers
In the end, after intense investigations, nobody, other
than the two paranormal scientists, Oswald and Higgins, who witnessed
some of it, believed what I told them existed.
All the occurrences sounded so astounding afterwards I
could hardly believe it myself at times, and what the outcome
scenario of the incredible events had been, and it being entirely
different from what I expected.
The dormant alien formation, even when shown, was not
enough to prove anything, and it was a rare phenomenon to them, and
something else entirely, and all the scientists, who had been unable
to make mental or normal communications with it, were unable to prove
it or prove it was not, and it basically left me the only one that
had seen it and communicated with it.
I was unable to allow it to make contact with the human
race, as they were unable to communicate, and it seemed to change its
mind about doing it, as it had done before, but I realized it wanted
to do something else, which I was unable to realize, and from my last
communications with it.
In the end it was left in the museum cellar, with the
treasure, where the paranormal scientists and scientists occasionally
visited when they had new ideas and technology, to investigate it
To my surprise I
once realized nobody in the museum realized what had even taken
place, and was there, buried away in the depths of their building,
and the scientists and paranormal scientists who investigated it no
longer mentioned anything of it.
At the time I never even suspected in my wildest
fantasies that what we had found was not the conclusion to the whole
affair, and what we would find later, and more historical treasure.
Marple had investigators in all major worldwide cities
and he was one of the most advanced and knowledgeable investigators I
had met, who was known to me for many years before I joined him as
assistant chief investigator, and his experience was vast, in all
sorts of ways, in science and technology, in extraordinary
occurrences, and he handled cases and activities beyond any other
agencies I had encountered.
Upon my first entrance of the building he had me rushed
up the stairs to his office, and introduced as Mike Malone,
previously a news reporter, to the new investigators, and I was given
Marple held a meeting with the investigators there
discussing the end of the war, and at the end of the meeting
introduced me to a new distinctive/strange case, which baffled me, as
I had been sure I had done everything, after the past affairs, and
the alien discovery, and what must surely be the greatest scientific
discovery mankind ever encountered.
He bestowed the case at the end of the meeting with
little knowledge of what it was fully about, other than it was of
interest to him to see how I handled it, as my first case in London,
and to see if I was doing what he wanted, and to see what I would
come up with, and left me in confusion, as he gave me little.
After examining the few facts I became convinced it was
just someone playing a festive season drink induced prank, dressed as
a department store Santa Claus, and all that was mentioned was a
woman had phoned claiming a department store Santa had scared her at
Although what happened reminded me of what had happened
on my first case and a woman had phoned claiming to have seen ghosts,
and I sensed something, and saw Marple had reacted in the same way,
but I did not know why.
Furthermore, before I undertook it, something else
emerged, and a new client, McMurdo, phoned Marple, with another
strange case, to Marple’s surprise, and they arranged a
meeting, and I stayed to see what he was so desperate to do, and I
wondered what was going to happen, and what the outcome would be, and
slowly detected Marple had excitedly become interested, and that
money was surely involved, and I wondered if it was because it
Christmas or the company opening its new headquarters.
I sat at the fireplace and watched Marple put up his
Christmas tree in the corner of the room, introducing the festive
season, and he poured us full glasses of his best whisky, and jumped
into his seat, and I saw the
last of the sunlight vanishing.
I studied buildings looking for bomb damage from the
As I shifted my seat closer to the fire his new
secretary shoved open the door and rushed in and introduced McMurdo,
and I was surprised to see him enter in his dirty dusty work clothes,
from the top of the stairs, weary and exhausted, looking nervous.
He looked as if he had just finished working at a
building site, and I could not grasp why he was so nervous, and what
I considered if there was money in the building trade,
now that the war was over, with all the damaged buildings, and them
rebuilding the city.
I was slightly disappointed, as I expected more, and
expected he would be wealthy, and I considered why Marple thought
there was money involved, and spotted Marple looked disappointed for
a few seconds, and he gave McMurdo a seat at the fireplace, which he
gladly took and rested in, and excepted a glass of whisky.
After a while Marple asked him what he wanted, and he
shoved his hand into his inner pocket, and apprehensively removed
what looked like the remains of a folded up crumpled rag, which I
identified as some form of ancient paper, and he nervously sat
holding it while looking at it and his drink, and I suddenly spotted
he had encountered something of immense danger, and I wondered what
could do such a thing to such a man, and I considered the events that
had occurred due to the war.
“This is a very ancient document!”
he announced, and Marple looked up as he opened it up, and looked
He stared at it, and Marple continued, “I’ve
some experience of dating documents! Even though it looks far too old
and unique for me to recognize …”
He took the ancient piece of paper and marched over and
handed it over to Marple, and backed away to his seat.
Marple had a look of surprise and confusion, and asked
him, “Perhaps you should tell us what happened, and why you
need us – including what you told me on the phone, in more
detail, and we perhaps may help you!”
“Alright I shall!” he replied, and relaxed
more. “I work on the underground line … We’re
extending the underground train line … We drill out the muck
and rocks! With all the bomb damage and extra work we’ve been
running behind schedule … So they’ve employed more
workers, and we work later hours …”
“Where are you working?” I asked, curiously.
“Near London Bridge!” he replied, looking
out at where the river was. “We were digging the rubble out the
tunnel and increasing the size of part of the tunnel when the tunnel
wall collapsed in … Revealing a large hidden cavity in the
side of the tunnel … The ground inside the cavity collapsed
and fell into a deep cavity below …”
He held his head, and quickly pulled himself together,
and straightened up, and continued, “It was not just a cavity
though … It was part of some buried away ancient construction,
and we found a large cavity deep below. We were sure it had tunnels
and ancient artifacts …”
“Of great value?” I replied.
He nodded his head, and I wondered what he was talking
about, as why the hell would ancient underground artifacts, tunnels,
and cavities be so significant, and to such a guy, at the most
archeologists would be called in to explore it.
Again I wondered what he was so frightened of, and I was
more confused than I had been.
I recalled underground tunnels and hideouts being in
other cities, and realized that there could be some there!
To my surprise he replied, “The
origins of that piece of paper was told to me to be nearly two
thousand years old …”
Marple looked at it, clearly still wondering what he was
after, and why he was so frightened.
to accounts and legends I found! Valuable treasure was concealed near
where something was concealed!”
“Near where what was concealed?”
I gasped, looking startled.
Marple looked at him calmly, and I looked deep into the
fire, and listened.
“I found that ancient map hidden on a skeleton in
the cavity! It will not be long before the cavity will be buried
away, as we have to finish the repairs and railway line …”
“What do you want us to do?” I replied,
“I’ve just come into new information that
could allow you to locate it!”
I could not grasp if it actually existed, and sat
considering it, and everything he said.
“According to myths,”
he continued, “many
people have been found dead searching for it down there! There could
be something of great danger, where it’s
we do then?”
I asked, curiously, looking over at Marple, waiting to see if Marple
have to wait until I’m
ready!” McMurdo replied first, and stood up. “I could
have a major clue to its location, and I’m
sure I can discover something of significant importance! I will need
your help to recover it!”
Marple replied firmly.
had left the building, and returned home, I started to doubt what he
was after was of value other than to archaeology and museums, for
historical value, and I was sure he was just trying to get us to go
out our way to get it for him, and I wondered if it was also because
it was of great danger.
first investigation in London seemed strange, which I could not
identify, and the elderly widow client left me confused, as she
claimed she had seen Santa Claus in her house in the middle of the
night, and she claimed he had a strange ghostly appearance, and I
could not identify why.
So I questioned her over again, and took it she had
witnessed something unusual in the night, while leaving her bed, upon
hearing noises below, and there seemed to me to be no case to
investigate as no crime had been committed, and she said she was not
bothered about him being there to my surprise, and nothing seemed to
suggest he had done anything, and I wondered why she was not bothered
about him being there, in her house at night, and why she had
reported it, and she never replied why.
I had gone to the client confused and repeatedly going
over the document I was given, which consisted of nothing but a few
paragraphs with a few lines she had given the agency, and I came to
the conclusion that she might have stopped an attempted burglary and
wanted us to secretively handle the case.
What could she have confronted at night in her living
room of her house that could have caused her to seek such dramatic
The location was near our headquarters, next to the
Thames, and when I entered I expected little. It was my first case!
After talking with her more I established that she had
recently become a widow, and was left there on her own, and I
suddenly realized that she believed she had encountered something she
believed was of a paranormal nature, of a strange nature, and that
she must want me to identify what it was and perhaps find a way of
getting rid of it.
Though what had she seen, and how was I going to get rid
of it, and what if it was some form of paranormal?
After the ghost occurrences I had witnessed before I
gasped at what it could be! But they were entirely different and
surely could not exist there. And if she had fantasized something,
half asleep, in the middle of the night, she could have hallucinated,
or she could have believed it had occurred afterwards, but there was
more to it, and I had to try to deduce what she meant by what she
said, and I had her give me accurate descriptions of the visitation,
or whatever she thought it was, but she gave me little and it left me
confused, and I wondered if she was playing with me, as she might
have heard of the case of the ghost sightings.
Though she insisted something had appeared there, in her
living room, and that it had never appeared there before, and she
claimed the Santa Claus floated inches over her floor, as though it
thought it was on the floor, and its movement suggested it was doing
something, with an intension, which she never identified.
The case seized my attention and I became engrossed in
discovering what would happen, and in the unusual case, and I had to
solve it. But it was not a matter of remaining there this time and
watching for its reappearance, as it had only shown itself once, and
I even wondered if it could have been from my appearance there, and
the powers that I had gained from the last occurrence, but they had
been different and had vanished, and I decided to check nearby and
locals there, and if they had seen anything, or had heard of anything
that had supposedly haunted the region.
thinking it over for too long I started wondering if it was me that
was attracting such strange occurrences to materialize, as since the
last one I still had not heard any other proper occurrences anywhere,
and from everyone and everywhere I checked, and could not grasp how
the paranormal scientists could even work, as there was nothing and
they admitted it!
I sensed that it existed in this case, and started to
realize it more and more as I questioned locals, but I could not
identify what, as they only explained so far, and little, and none
had actually seen any occurrences, and I could not grasp if they were
tricking me, or hiding something, but eventually I got more
information from them, and I realized there had been other sightings
of the Santa Claus, and that they were passing on information from
I began to believe it could be a serial killer, who had
hidden away the remains of his victims, and the people I had met only
had heard rumors, and I decided to search further and discovered
there had been other sightings of the Santa Claus on the same street
as the elderly widow who had witnessed him.
My first investigation of another elderly widow on the
same street seemed as strange as the first, and left me more
confused, and gave little information on what she had witnessed, and
nothing indicating it was a serial killer, and she claimed she had
seen Santa Claus actually emerge in her house in the middle of the
night, and she claimed it had somehow had the appearance of something
ghostly, and I started to wonder if she was just copying the other
woman, and wondered what they were up to.
By the way she later described it I wondered if it had
been a burglar using the festive season and a Santa Claus costume to
disguise him breaking in, while hiding his identity, and after
talking it over she admitted others in the street had encountered it
too, to my surprise, and I decided to investigate it further.
Back at Reality Investigations I met Marple and he
handed me letters involved with the case, which I opened, and I sat
surprised and shocked at the fireplace reading them, and even though
I thought the sudden appearance of the letters had to be someone
reacting to my investigations, and perhaps covering up what they were
doing, I realized how authentic the letters were and how dangerous
the case could be, and I was left staggered when I read one from a
school boy who claimed Santa’s
reindeer had eaten his brother, and left his bones under their
Christmas tree, and I was left baffled, and wondered why the police
had not been called, and I decided that I had better investigate it
before doing anything, and had to check the bones existed, and
identify a killing occurring!
I was left unsure by the way it was written, and it was
strange that the young boy claimed that his brother should not have
gone downstairs to see Santa, and that he had not known any better,
and I wondered if he had been kidnapped or something, and had left
the bones to cover it up.
He claimed his parents were away and I realized that his
parents had not returned yet and that the occurrence had occurred on
a previous night, and the letter finished with him asking for our
help, and I realized people I had met had told him and the other
letter writers of my investigations.
What the hell was there? Was it a case for paranormal
investigators? I considered calling them up, but realized I would
have to prove something of that nature existed, or there was
something unexplained occurring.
Suddenly I discovered one letter was from a neighbor of
the first elderly lady client, who started the investigation, and I
began reading other letters, and it became more and more curious, and
I read letters from women at the surrounding houses, and that it was
not burglaries as nothing was being taken from the houses.
One claimed the Santa had used large vicious reindeers!
Or had used a dangerous animal disguised as a reindeer! Which could
have attacked and killed the boy, and I had to investigate it.
While going through the dates of the occurrences in the
letters I discovered that he was working his way down the street ever
night, and had probably done all the houses there, one every night,
and that the boy’s
house had been recent, and I worked out what house he would surely
visit that night.
thought of telling Marple but I left it as I wanted to solve the case
myself, and could not believe such a thing could happen, and on my
first case, and it never occurred to the other investigators of it
being anything, and how could anything happen with such a case!
It was absurd! I realized then that they could be
missing major cases, and serial killers!
I wanted to know what the clients were actually talking
The woman in the house the Santa Claus was to arrive at
welcomed me in, and told me about the things her neighbors had
witnessed, and had told her, and late that night she gave me a room
on the ground floor, and I placed a seat at the door of the bedroom
and left the door partly opened, just enough to see into the living
room and entire area where he would enter, and I sat reading a book I
brought with me, and I started to see sense and wonder if they were
all up something else, which I never grasped.
What surprised me was she arrived near the time the
occurrences had taken place at the other houses and apologized to me
for something, and before she left gave me a book to read, to which I
believed she had given me as she felt sorry for me, leaving me there
doing nothing, in the dark, with whatever it was, and I considered if
she intended to use the story of it for somewhere for some reason.
Though when I started to read the book I sat back
staggered, as the book was full of paranormal and ghost stories,
which were claimed to be real accounts, which were written like they
actually occurred, and I realized it could be part of their plan to
persuade me something was there.
Though after reading through it, trying to see what was
there, I was left staggered as there were accounts of occurrences
actually taking place in the same region.
There were ancient inhabitants
of the region claiming to have seen alarming evil spirits and the
devil itself, dwelling there.
I realized that the place had not always been a city
region as it was, many centuries ago, and it sent a chill through me
as I thought what could be buried there.
There were ancient newspaper accounts of reported
unexplained ancient occurrences, and one of the worst told of
travelers that had come upon the remains of people left in pieces in
the region by some hideous occurrence, with their remains being found
scattered throughout the area, and others of people being attacked
and chased by things.
I was mesmerized and my eyes for no reason fell upon
something in the woman’s living room, and I recalled seeing it
a few seconds earlier but had not noticed it, as I was engrossed with
the accounts, and I stared at it for almost a minute trying to figure
it out but was unable to form a mental image of what was there, and
what I was looking at, as it had no real form, from what I saw, and
in the darkness my tired unfocused eyes never allowed me to grasp
It was the appearance of the house that brought me to,
and I stood behind the door, and I could say little, and I wondered
what could happen if I revealed myself, or even turned on the light.
After going through all the things that had happened I
realized that there had to be something actually there, and I
realized with all the stuff I had learned I did not positively know
what to do, as even with all the knowledge I had heard I did not know
what it was, and I did not believe it all, and I realized my mission
was to discover what was there, and proceed from there.
Going by everything that I had heard I knew it would do
what it did and vanish, and I quickly glanced out, and stood
staggered as it was the Santa Claus, and how I imagined him as a
child, and it was startling, and also gasped in horror, as it seemed
I spotted a faint glowing energy around its shape, and
twinkles of light, like miniature starlight, and realized it looked
magical, with fantasy powers.
I was sure that I could solve the case by examining it
I was sure it might be affected by things, and I could
find a way of getting rid of it, and stopping it haunting the region.
I became even more fascinated, wondering what it was, as
it was so realistic, and unlike any normal human I had ever seen, and
as I moved closer to it I realized it detected me, and at that point
I collapsed over the floor.
seemed somehow different when I awakened, on the floor, and I studied
everything about me everywhere trying to grasp what, and I watched
the woman studying me sprawled across her living room floor,
surprised, and she apologized, and took the blame for what had
happened, and I had a bad time recalling what had happened, and
strange meaningless dreams I had.
Later I recalled the moments before I collapsed
repeatedly, wondering what the hell happened.
I was badly depressed all evening after it, still trying
to grasp it, and not believing I had blown the end, and had not found
out what it had been doing there! If only I had stayed where I had
been I could have found out and have remained undiscovered, and the
woman had not been able to tell me anything either.
Back at the detective agency I read through the letters
again and gasped at the occurrences that had been mentioned, and
still could not understand how the Santa could be mentioned as being
deadly, but realized that I could have been killed if it had been.
I thought of telling Marple but I left it as I wanted to
solve the case myself, and could not believe such a thing could
happen on a case, as I was trapped trying to solve it and stuck with
one of the strangest menaces I had heard of, and it had not occurred
to any of the other investigators of it being anything, and that
anything could happen with such a case! It was absurd!
I had only one thing left I could do and that was to
contact the next house, next to the house, and arrange to do it over
again, and this time use cameras to record it and watch it as well,
and find out what the hell it did, and if it did exist to use it to
contact the paranormal scientists!
I needed to give them evidence of something, as they
would have to travel all the way there from Scotland.
The man in the house the Santa Claus was to arrive at
welcomed me in, and told me his neighbors had told him everything,
and he would allow me to set up a camera and other equipment to check
Once again when it turned night I got a room on the
ground floor, next to the living room, and I quickly placed a seat at
the door of the bedroom and left the door partly opened, just enough
to see into the living room, and entire area where I knew it would
arrive, and I sat reading a book I brought with me, and I started to
see sense and I wondered what it really was.
Again I realized the place had not always been a proper
city region, many centuries ago, and it sent a chill through me as I
thought of what could be buried away, and
my eyes for no reason fell upon something in the living room, and
realized it was there and I suddenly
jumped back startled, and my heart leapt, and I saw its red figure
shifting into the room, shifting out from nothing and the darkness of
the corridor, and I activated the camera and equipment I had set up.
Even though it was dark it was identical to a Santa and
I watched its strange figure move in making Santa sounds, and I
realized how similar it was to a department store Santa, and I tried
to grasp what it was doing!
There was something strange that I just could not grasp,
and it moved and did things far differently than anyone I had seen,
and I was shocked as it suddenly had a lethal appearance.
I suddenly spotted the man who owned the house on the
stairs in the darkness, watching it in horror, unable to decide what
to do, and I realized he could actually do something stupid and
confront it, and I did not know what to do and sat stunned.
I studied its strange Santa features and tried to see if
it had detected the man, and what it might do.
I watched the man realize the danger of it and become
aware of its deadliness and I saw the Santa react to something, and
march up to the man’s Christmas tree and remove something from
its sack and place what looked like a Christmas present down.
I sensed the man would do something stupid, and he did,
and he walked right up to it, and nervously stood in front of it, and
gasped at what he saw there, and stood staggered with his mouth wide
open, and in the darkness of the corridor what looked like two of
Santa’s reindeers rushed out and attacked the man, like lions,
and devoured the man and in seconds, and all that remained of him
were his bones on the carpet, and the creatures rushed away, back
into the darkness of the corridor and vanished, and the Santa
followed, not reacting to anything, as if it was somewhere else!
Outside the London hotel room, the paranormal
investigators were staying in, I watched the high street below
stretch out in bright sunlight into the distance, like it was in the
Victorian era, and I rested against the window frame dreamily
watching soldiers below looking like they were still celebrating the
end of the war, and away in the distance I saw a mysterious mist
shift over buildings, and saw the sun was going down.
The bedroom seemed alright. Their psychic research
equipment was all over it, everywhere, and they speedily had porters
bring the rest up, while they unpacked it, and examined it for
breakages and other damage.
Their equipment was new and I had never seen anything
like it, and new technology, and I gasped again at what their
profession was, and what they could uncover if it was all authentic!
It was the occurrence at Craigmillar
Road, with the metal detector, which persuaded me to have them
investigate the case further, and the police had not found anything,
and in all their investigations of the Santa and the killings he had
committed, and nobody had been able to explain what had happened, and
they were searching for a serial killer dressed as a department store
Santa, which attacked people in their homes at night.
What surprised me was the Santa had not appeared after
the killing and the police investigation.
It appeared all over the news, and I had to persuade
Marple to keep to me on the case, but I was sure that he would change
that once he had more evidence of what was happening, as the case was
full of missing information, and lack of evidence, and nobody had
seen the Santa enter the buildings, or had seen him outside, and
there was virtually nothing on him, other than my film footage of the
Santa, which had been far too dark to see properly, and had left them
even more confused, and they could not work out what had happened and
what had devoured the man so quickly and left only his bones.
The paranormal investigators only seemed confused about
why it was a Santa, and believed it was of paranormal origins, by my
description of the creatures appearance, which even Marple was left
stumped, especially after he had examined the bones, as nothing on
the Earth could have devoured him so fast and completely, leaving
nothing but bones.
I had no idea what it was or what we were getting
ourselves involved in, and what it was leading to, and in the end I
started to leave the case to the paranormal scientists and the police
I had continuously read through the documents on the
case, and what the police had found, and found little, and I could
barely make anything out.
The documents were virtual missing everything that said
anything about anything!
It suggested to the paranormal scientists that it could
be something new, and they agreed that it could be, or some lost
ancient thing, and I was left confused by why the paranormal
investigators were so interested in it in the end, as they said
little, and I still consistently tried to fully grasp what they
Again I wondered if we were actually there to search for
it or something else and again I never believed it was what they
claimed, and supernatural.
Everything I had encountered seemed to have been proven
to have something not supernatural behind it, and I kept on going on
the side of Marple, and his views, as there was nothing to back up
the claim, accept something unknown, which could even have been
deliberately put there to do something, and trick people and the
In the end I became far more interested in the case, and
wanted the answer to what had happened.
The sky darkened outside and I wondered what the hell
the conclusion to it would be this time.
I shivered, and I looked at the night sky approaching
and snowflakes started floating down, and I watched Higgins react to
it and ignore it.
I was sure if it remained the way it was it might ruin
the case and investigation, as whatever it was might not turn up, and
my thirst for knowledge grew and I knew I had to find something.
from all over the globe arrived at the annual conference of the
exploration association in London, as we watched on, and I realized
immediately the paranormal scientists, who had taken me there, had
given them information of an occurrence, which left me confused, as
all we had was the killer Santa investigation, which added up to
little, and I wondered what they had told them.
Even though the occurrences that had already taken place
had become well known and documented, and was on all the newspapers,
and many other media sources, with a major police investigation.
Most of the scientists and explorers of the exploration
association were packed together in the large hall.
The scientists knew me from our passed investigations of
the Loch Ness monster and of the discovery under Craigmillar Road,
which were surely the largest uncovered, in decades at least, and I
wondered what they thought of the Santa investigation, and I found
they were mainly giving updates on it and us and what we had found
I recalled everything that had happened and our
explorations of the cavity we found, where the
object was under the area of land beside the loch, and our use of
divers to investigate the loch about the cavity and the entrance, and
their filming of its interior, which was startling, and had many
signs of the monster having been living there, and the remains of
food it had eaten, including fish, sharks, and skeletons of cattle.
I soon realized they were not interested in the Loch
Ness discover and were interested in what many of them had witnessed
us uncovering in the cavity under Craigmillar Road, and were still
waiting for the conclusion to the investigations by their scientists.
It was surprising that the exploration association was
primarily unknown and the media still gave little about the group,
and its accomplishments. Even though many of their scientists and
explorers had their explorations and adventures in the media over
decades, including many famous and foremost scientists from about the
I recalled how their scientists had helped us out in our
investigations, and that they had many scientists, leading
scientists, and the latest and foremost in technology, and vast
amounts of information, including unknown findings, and
documentation, from about the globe.
could not grasp what would happen, as everything needed to solve the
case was missing, and Marple forced me into going further, and
ordered me to solve it as quickly as possible.
I realized he had read my report on what had happened
and had entirely missed what had occurred and what I meant, and I
could not explain any further anything of what had happened and he
now never seemed to think anything strange had happened, and I
realized again that even though he had a great interest in
investigating the paranormal he never believed it, and consistently
explained it away, with logical solutions!
Though we identified another Santa appearance at a
nearby street, which was in an identical street to the other street,
in a line of the houses behind the houses, and it was in the same
house in the street it would have visited in the other street, and I
identified the house next to it as the next house it would visit.
The woman owner let the paranormal investigators set up
their paranormal equipment there, with scientists and equipment from
scientists from the exploration association.
The elderly woman was delighted to see so many
scientists and important people, and cameras documenting it, in her
Paranormal scientists and technicians rushed back and
forward setting up their new equipment all over the woman’s
living room, and outer hall where it had emerged in the other houses,
while Oswald and Higgins checked everything.
I watched on, and watched the woman leave to go to bed
smiling, joyously listening to the scientists at work.
They gave me the impression that they might be going to
do something tremendous or come to a conclusion, and that they might
well have found the right location to do it.
I later started to realize the implications, and
recalled what had happened to me the last time, and how deadly it
was, and I realized that they might find something of immense deadly
supernatural origins, of great danger to everyone there!
Yet I realized the scientists did realize it and
intended to carry out their research safely, and they started hiding
all their equipment away, so it would not be seen!
I regularly examined the equipment they now had and was
surprised at how advanced it had become, and at its capabilities, and
I wondered how they could make a profit to pay for it, and realized
it had to be funded.
Their visit there was clearly giving them far more of an
insight and knowledge of things than I realized, and they had gained
a great deal of information from their earlier questioning of
witnesses of the occurrences in the other houses.
I was becoming positive that they had found far more
than they indicated, and were keeping secrets.
I wanted to grasp
what they all knew that I should know, and I regularly strolled about
examining the equipment for clues, and recalled something that I had
forgotten, which I had read, about some of the work that the
paranormal scientists had done years ago, after they had given facts
on their paranormal investigations.
I recalled their stuff had been surprising, and even
alarming, which had drawn my attention at the time, and I recalled
that I had dismissed it later as them using it to advertise their
At times I thought they had been deliberately putting
the psychic research there to cover their real work and discoveries!
Whatever that was!
The scientists informed me that they were checking for
virtually all known forms of disturbance, energy and matter
disturbances, in and around the emergence region and they were sure
that they could find something!
There was something strange, and I felt as though there
was something going to happen, but I could not grasp what, and I was
sure I might not have encountered it before, even though I had seen
the Santa and what it did, and I listened to all the scientists at
work and their low level conversations.
Suddenly, in the darkness, in their hidden away
positions in an outer room, at the side of the living room, they
detected a reaction and that something was making an appearance, and
they all went silent, and I checked my watch and realized it was
around about the same time as the last visitations, and I realized
how late it was, and how sleepy I was, and watched the scientists at
work, silently checking stuff on their equipment about the zone, and
building, and one whispered something in Higgins’s
ear, making him look slightly surprised.
face turned dramatic, making me wonder what the hell was going to
happen, and if I had put my foot in it again, and I stood staggered
waiting for something to happen, and I even regretted bringing them
there, and I saw he was desperate to do something, and he rushed over
to two scientists.
I decided to remain with Oswald near the door, as I had
to know what was there – and if something was going to happen –
and we could not get anything from the equipment.
I was surprised to see someone look out the curtains and
see drifting currents of snowflakes blow about outside, and it
starting to deepen, with gusts blowing about the building, and I
wondered if it affected the Santa appearance or if it had affected
it, and realized it surely was the timing of the appearance, and that
the weather occasionally reacted at specific times, and positions of
the sun, and temperature.
It had been a long day, and the next day could very well
be far longer, and I watched Higgins rush about doing something and I
wondered what I was missing, and if we should slow down and observe
it at a greater distance first, as the occurrence would surely take
place at another house, and it was surely not our last chance to get
hold of something.
The bright snowing sky seemed to darken and the
temperature dropped, and I pointed it out to Oswald, as heavy snow
came down all about the area.
I checked a thermometer and realized that there had been
accounts of drops in temperature before and during manifestations and
I wondered if it had been so powerful that it had affected the
weather about us.
While the others were at work I placed a seat at the
door of the room and left the door slightly opened, just enough to
see into the living room, and entire area where I knew it would
arrive, and I wondered why it was late, and if something else could
appear, of great danger to us, and I sat looking out, startled.
I slowly started to sense something was there, and it
sent a chill through me as I thought of what it could do, and
my eyes for no reason fell upon something in the living room and I
realized it was there all along and I suddenly
jumped back startled, and my heart leapt, and I saw its dark red
figure shifting about in the room, and I watched a scientist activate
a special camera, and equipment, which I had seen him set up earlier!
Even though it was dark it looked identical to Santa,
and I watched its strange figure move making Santa sounds, and I
realized it was similar to a department store Santa, and I thought I
saw it had bright red eyes, and I tried to grasp what it was and was
There was something strange that I just could not grasp,
and it moved and did things far differently than anyone or anything I
had seen, and I was shocked at its now lethal appearance. It was like
there was something there that should not be there!
Suddenly I spotted the woman who owned the house on the
stairs in the darkness, glancing into the darkness of the living
room, watching it in horror, unable to decide what to do, and I
realized she might actually do something foolish, and confront it,
and I did not know what to do and sat stunned, and thought of the
death of the man the last time.
I studied its strange Santa features, and saw nothing,
and tried to see if it had detected her, and what it might do.
I had to do something so I did and rushed out the door
silently, and closed the door shut behind me, seeing nobody in the
room had seen me leave, and entered a dark hidden area at the side of
the living room, out of its view, and showed myself to her, and used
gestures, and pointed, to get to her to go back up the stairs.
I watched her realize its deadliest and start to move
back up the stairs, and saw the Santa react to something, and it
march up to the her Christmas tree and remove something from its sack
and place something there, which in the other houses we had
discovered identical objects to things that were at Christmas trees,
with cards with people’s names on them from the other houses,
which proved it had not detected what it was copying or had bothered
For a second I visualized being out in a starless
expanse of space, and wondered what it was, and if I had actually
seen it, and if I was falling asleep, and its hideous Santa shape
shifted, ready to do something, and a dull red radiance gleamed about
it, illuminating its hideous devilish face, which I was positive was
the devil itself, using it to cover its identity.
I glared at its unmoving silhouette in shock, studying
it, wondering what was there, and if all the ghost stories I had
heard through my life were false, and they were something else
The deep blackness about me was so vivid and things so
real and unreal, and alive, I felt deep horror, and thought of what I
had so far encountered and my original thoughts of it.
For an instant the thing in front of me altered in form,
and I saw a demon energy formation, and stood staggered, wondering
what it was, and what it intended to do, and how I should handle it!
What strange place had it come from? Did reality
actually exist there? Was it actually something entirely different
from anything we had encountered?
The being/entity seemed to do nothing, other than
transforming itself, and I saw strange ghostly images of what could
have been life forms flash through my mind.
When I examined its dark almost
invisible Santa costume I saw it was not actually solid but
translucent, and had only a faint shadow
from it over the carpet, while its interior seemed composed of
swirling currents of energy mist, and its shape was not touching the
floor, and was floating over it, and I realized it was as if it was
not there but somewhere else, and reacting to the surroundings
I was sure that I could solve the case by examining it
and finding something! I was sure it might be affected by things, and
I could find a way of getting rid of it, and stopping it haunting the
region, and I became even more fascinated, and I moved up close to
it, behind it, and examined its ghostly demon features.
I tried to grasp everything about it, which I could
recognize, and wondered what all the scientists of the world would
think of the thing, and would do to see and examine it.
What would the paranormal scientists consider it? I
could not get anything, and up close it mainly looked like a mass of
strange red energy being generated by something, from somewhere, and
to my amazement it exploded into a frenzy of activity, and I realized
it had detected me, and at that point I fell over unconscious.
could not grasp what happened, as my head was spinning, and
everything I needed to solve the case was missing, and the scientists
were all rushing around doing things I could not grasp, but I
recognized by their reactions that they were happy with many of the
results, but disappointed with some.
After the disappearance of the Santa and occurrences
Oswald had gone and searched for me and had found me sprawled across
the floor under the Christmas tree, and I grasped at how lucky I had
been to survive what had happened, and it was incredible that they
barely even realized what had happened and what I had seen.
The woman gave me cups of coffee and apologized for what
had happened, and she was glad to hear from one of the scientists
that it would not appear there again, and she was surprised that it
had left her a Christmas gift, which confused me, as I recalled what
I had seen, and the killings that had occurred.
I realized I had to report what had happened and had
entirely missed what had occurred afterwards, and I realized I could
say little that Marple would believe, and he would be left
disappointed, and I realized that I better get facts from the
scientists to give him, and so he would know what I meant, and I
realized again that even though he had no beliefs in the existence of
ghosts and the supernatural he had a great interest in investigating
the paranormal, and liked consistently explaining it away with
After I finished getting what I could I was glad to
finally leave the place and return to the headquarters of Reality
Investigations, where Marple rushed in and got me a drink and placed
it in front of me and stood at the fireplace.
It was incredible! Marple looked more baffled than I had
seen him, in a long time, and I then realized we could have problems!
The serial killer Santa was still on the rampage, and
all over the media, and the police wanted the culprit, and they still
never had any clues to who he was, or anything about him, and they
wanted Marple to solve the case, and not only was the sum of money
for solving it incredible he would get the fame and prestige he
wanted, in London, and at his new headquarters, and he could become a
major investigator, and solve the unsolvable case, and its
insolvability was a major factor that kept teasing him, and he seemed
partly obsessed with it now, and all his investigators and
connections were virtually on the case, checking for anything, and
any remote clues.
It amazed him what had happened, when I finally told him
some things, and that we had predicted its appearance and had not had
the police there to capture him, and I was left staggered, and
wondered what would have happened, and was at a loss of what to say,
as he clearly never believed it was anything other than the serial
killer, and I realized it could be a future massacre.
Eventually Marple grew tired of the lack of evidence,
and eventually asked me, “What
did their research uncover?”
“Even with all the scientists and all their
“They are still accumulating their findings …”
The phone rang out and I answered it as I was the
closest to it and was surprised it was the scientists still at work
back at the house, who had finished their work there, and had packed
away their equipment and were getting ready to leave, and the
scientist on the phone put Oswald on the phone.
It staggered me what he then said, and I was surprised
that they had collected large amounts of strange readings, which they
were at the moment unable to grasp, and had detected a lot of energy
and things that they had never heard of, and were also left baffled
as paranormal scientists, and they had traced the Santa’s
appearance, and emergence out of nowhere, but had found little on how
it had appeared there, and its disappearance was just as strange, and
was as though it had vanished off the face of the world, and they had
detected strange things on its encounter with me, and it seemed to
have done something, and had done some form of analyze of me, and its
behavior had altered, and it had stopped what it had been doing and
had left there, just after I had collapsed, and some of the
scientists thought it had detected presence of their equipment at the
I had been unable to explain what he had said to Marple,
and asked him to explain everything to Marple instead, as his
interest in what was occurring was increasing, and I handed the phone
over to him, looking confused about it.
After ten minutes of listening to him and Oswald
talking, and other scientists there being put on the line, he stood
looking confused and put the phone down.
After sitting at the fireplace silently for a long time
I finally asked what he had told him, and to see if I had missed
“There seems to be far more to this case than
meets the eye!” he finally moaned, and also seemed to like it,
and the challenge of dealing with something new, and deadly, with
such a challenge.
“What do you make of it?” I replied,
“They still seem to believe it’s of a
supernatural nature!” he replied calmly, and sat back into his
seat. “Well, they backed up their findings with a great deal of
readings, findings, and have gone to a great deal of trouble
exploring what they believe is there! And the most fascinating
findings are their photographs and film footage taken of it, which
they are sending someone over here with, which if I am not mistaken
will give us a great deal of information on the Santa killer, and
what we might be able to give to the police and media!”