Dave Cameron and the Extraterrestrial by V Bertolaccini

rabbit at a great distance away as though
his sight had been magnified like binoculars.
    It was also as
though he could see in infrared and he watched the rabbit move from
hiding place to hiding place, and wondered why they were still even
at the location and he was sure that once the army moved they would
no longer want to search there for it and that they were on their
final attempts at searching.
    Fogler was
determined in finding what was there and he was going down with
him, instead of Simpson, and Cameron put on a harness and they
lowered him into the well.
    As he went down air currents made strange
sounds and he wondered if it was the normal sound of them, and he
was hearing it in its real form, and he was sure he heard an insect
scurrying along a piece of rock, and he listened to Fogler
breathing below, now at the bottom of the well, and he sounded
annoyed at what he found there and he watched him moving about
trying to check things, as though doing it before he arrived
below.
    He wondered what was happening to him, and
how far his hearing could alter, and if it could alter him into
something else, and he wondered if it was a sixth or something else
involved as he had seen the rabbit in what appeared as a different
form of light.
    The sounds were amazing and the others above
started to notice his peculiar reactions, and mentioned it.
    He even wondered what would happen if they
remained the way they were, and what the effects would do to him,
and he listened to how mind-bending they were! Fogler’s breathing
came screaming up through the shaft like a dangerous fury that
stunned him, and no matter how he tried to shake it off and
contemplate how it could happen it never altered or formed a stable
normal recognition and he started not listening, and forcing his
hearing to return to normal again.
    Clouds of powdered dirt came up from below,
swirling through the beams of light in gusts of air, and he felt
heat from the air and smelt burning and realized that Fogler was
now lighting a fire below for some reason and he tried to see
why.
    He was using pieces of branches and twigs
that were covering the area below and Cameron considered if he was
getting rid of them to clean away the mess or using the fire for
some reason.
    He soon realized that it was both and that he
was using it to see properly around him in the darkness below, and
he considered if his torch batteries were going flat and if they
would only have one torch later on.
    He was sure the well was actually built
hundreds of years ago and wondered if there had been no water above
at the time, and why it had been made. Perhaps they had not owned
any land with water and had to use their own water source.
    He wondered if it was the well’s builders
that had put the treasure there, if it existed! There was little on
what was there and why they were there. They insisted he was the
one that had the information and they expected him to recall what
was happening, but what the hell was it and he could not imagine
recalling anything. If only he could meet someone or something that
he had known that would remind him.
    When he landed beside Fogler at the bottom of
the well he suddenly he recalled the map and he watched Fogler
absorbed with the fire and searching to fully notice him!
    He recalled all the faint lines on the map,
and scribbles, and was sure it was a map but everything was too dim
and incomprehensive, but he was starting to think it could have
been a form of treasure map! He was sure it was a map of the area
and that an mark on it was where they were digging and he or the
person that it had belonged to had traced the well to there, and
had uncovered the well beneath the ground in the wood.
    He had kept trying to read the writing on it,
and had been so unsuccessful that he had not even realized one word
on the thing, and he was starting to think it was in another
language or an old language used by the person that had made
it.
    He had considered having it dated to