The Alien Artifact 9 (Novelette) by V Bertolaccini

had a clue what was there, and had
never thought paranormal could be so strange, and
unrecognizable.
    I shifted around in complete darkness,
entirely alone, with nobody at the opening above anymore, where
there was darkness now, and I finally managed to find my blasted
light in my backpack and tried to grab it and force it out to use
it.
    Clouds of powdered cement from walls swirled
about all over me, going into my lungs, and I tried avoid coughing
it out, while I tried to breathe in, in a way I could avoid the
dust clogging my lungs up, while occasionally gasping at the sounds
below blaring up at me, taunting me, threatening me about something
I could not grasp, as if I was hovering over the depths of some
form of hell.
    Once I got the light and attached it to me I
put the light on and I realized straightaway that the batteries
were far more used and the small torch was virtually going out, and
I realized that I might not be able to climb back up as there was
nothing to grip and I would have to climb the thin rope itself, and
I was sure the harness I had on stopped me doing it.
    I examined the dust that swirled about me
through dim barely visible beams of light and I released some rope,
edging me downwards, seeking to get away from it, and I avoided
touching the sides and making more of the dust blow up, and I
started to consider if I should go to the bottom after all.
    The others were bound to emerge eventually
at the opening above and get me out but the harness and dust was
choking me, and then decided that I would have to go down again
anyway, and that my mission would be a failure if I never competed
it and I decided then to investigate what was there, and wait at
the bottom for them to arrive and help me up.
    What was incredible was I did think it was
dangerous, and I was in actual danger! While I was listening to the
blasted sounds, another sound appeared that I felt going through
the ground below and I knew it was entirely different, and was
positive it was a bomb or something going off.
    The Second World War was going on, and I
wondered if the hospital could be bombed as it was a major
structure.
    For a few seconds I even considered being
left trapped at the bottom of the shaft, and builders or
archaeologists discovering my skeleton remains away in the
future.
    I groaned and dangled about on the rope,
spun around and around, and grabbed hold of part of the wall to
steady myself, while I glimpsed parts of the shaft all about
overhead.
    I really wanted to explore what was there
and what was below! The last encounter had left an increasing
amount of unanswered occurrences and questions and I knew I would
have to answer them eventually. It was as if it was my destiny and
something would have to happen.
    I really wanted to do it! I wanted to
explore the shaft! And I had always wanted to explore and discover
something incredible and new, with perhaps value and greatness, and
perhaps even be remembered in history for it.
    What interested me and the others was why
what was there was there and in such a place!
    What was it we were dealing with anyway? Was
doing some elaborate plan to do something?
    Something of an unfathomable unidentifiable
supernatural nature sounded as though it were below, and even
waiting on me, and yet I had already confronted it, and I could not
grasp why, and if it was so powerful why did it not just get me
there, and trap me in some form of magnetic field or energy, and I
suddenly listened to it and wondered if it was something trapped
and trying to free itself from something, ultimately escaping and
gain liberty, and the more I listened to its strange sounds I
realized that it might actually be true, and I imagined some form
of ghost trapped there for hundreds of years, perhaps in an ancient
dungeon below, and I wondered if my future mission was to find a
way to free it.
    I went through all the things I had heard of
ghosts being trapped on this world waiting for some occurrence to
occur for them to