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    From Beyond Space and Time 4
    From Beyond Space and Time 4
    From Beyond Space and Time 4
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    From Beyond Space and Time 4

    By V Bertolaccini

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    A high quality action-packed thriller of explorers encountering a mind-bending celestial voyager!
    Scientists, paranormal investigators, military, archeologists, and treasure seekers uncover a deadly mind-bending celestial voyager with inconceivable magnitude and supernatural origins, which explored universes, and entered this universe exploring something of unknown origins!
    Over centuries people are viciously subjected to deadly mind-bending magical forces and manifestations, and the origins, from accumulated ancient sources, occurred in 1620 when fishermen witnessed its materialization over the sea, out of the early morning sky, like a colossal crazy shooting star.
    Accounts of its accelerated/decelerated motions, forms of a crazy entity/life formation, and appearance of being damaged and on the brink of existence showed it had entered a form of damaged or dormant state, surely exhausted of energy from either its extraordinary manifestation or impact with the world, or it not having existed in the universe.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCosmicBlueCB
    Release dateJan 23, 2014
    ISBN9781311060624
    From Beyond Space and Time 4
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    V Bertolaccini

    A 21st century publisher/author famous for his unique classic mind-bending beyond space and time, alien artifact, and exploration themed science fiction, who did his first mind-boggling science fiction classic From Beyond Space and Time in 1998, who likes and writes 21st century potential blockbusters, headline action thrillers, high quality action-packed movie-style science fiction horror.

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      From Beyond Space and Time 4 - V Bertolaccini

      Part I

      Prologue

      The Celestial Voyager

      Throughout centuries people were viciously subjected to deadly mind-bending magical forces and manifestations, and its origins, from accumulated ancient sources, occurred around 1620 when fishermen witnessed its materialization and it exploding out of the early morning mist over the sea, like a crazy shooting star.

      Accounts of it reshaping with accelerated/decelerated motions and forms, as a crazy entity/life formation, on the brink of existence, proved it entered a form of damaged or dormant state, surely exhausted of energy from either its extraordinary manifestation or from its impact with the world, or it not even having existed in this universe.

      According to legends all the people near it had been found dead, and it was the most powerful magical object in existence, with powers going beyond space and time.

      The castle it had been taken to had become one of the most deadliest places in the world and nobody attempted to live there, or live near there. People never survived living in its confines!

      For centuries lost treasures had been thought to exist there by explorers, who carried out investigations and searches of the immense castle, and many paid by losing their lives.

      Sometimes its powers dwindled and explorers gave horrific accounts of mind-bending wonders and deadly menaces!

      In 1880 its existence became entirely dormant and a wealthy businessman discovered the colossal historical castle and bought it from the land owners, and removed it in large sections, and shipped it to New York, and it was taken north and reconstructed in a vast desolate wood, hidden away, with it reactivated.

      II

      The sounds had initially been astonishing! Now they had gone beyond, and were mind-bending! They came screaming up through the shaft with a dangerous fury that stunned Pendleton, and no matter how he tried to shake it off and contemplate identities his thoughts never altered or formed stable recognitions.

      Clouds of powdered dirt and stone swirled about through beams of lights from the above lights as he released some more rope, edging him downwards, seeking to get hold of the treasure.

      The Second World War was still going, but just about over, and Pendleton realized that he had avoided being killed after all, and wondered if he was going to be killed here instead, and was unsure what was worse.

      He groaned and dangled about on his rope, and grabbed hold of part of a castle boulder, while glimpsing parts of the shaft above, wondering if he could have wangled his way out of it. But it was not really them and he really wanted to do it, and he wanted to explore the castle shaft. He had always wanted to explore and discover something new of value and greatness, and perhaps even be remembered in history.

      What interested and terrified them was why the treasure was hidden in such a place with such occurrences!

      What was it they were dealing with anyway? Why was it there in such a far out place? Was the stuff protected by something?

      Something of unfathomable unidentifiable supernatural nature sounded as though it were under the castle, in some form of magnetic field or energy field, trapped or trying to free itself from something, ultimately escaping to another location of liberty, and he tried imagining some form of spirit trapped there every night for hundreds of years, perhaps in an ancient dungeon. Yet again even that could not explain it, or anything!

      Have you found if it’s down there? Henrik shouted down, in a combination of extreme annoyance and confusion, with a way that gave Pendleton the impression that the two archaeologists up above might be on the edge of considering doing something extreme, and beyond their normal. Though Norgrove, the other archaeologist, gave him the impression that he had waited all his life to be here!

      He again started to realize the implications of the find and that they would have to check what was there, no matter what.

      He quickly shouted up: You investigated all these walls?

      Yes! Norgrove replied. We used all the best equipment.

      We’re the only ones here and that know about it? he replied, still trying to find out more about what was happening, and they were allowing him to know. Basically it was just them three there at the great old immense haunted castle, buried away in the wood, at the location that they had traced the treasure to.

      Yet they could have left the task until the morning but they could not wait. They had waited too long and had gone too far to get their hands on it, and he just wanted to get it.

      What the hell difference did it make if it was morning or night? It was dark there in the tunnel at both times!

      He wondered why the lights were above, and why he never had one, and shouted up, Are you two coming down here or what?

      The two archeologists shifted into the shaft and made their way down, with the lights, and he observed them, and realized why they had not given him a light, and that he was like a worm on a fishing line, and there to check what the score was. The two also had trouble climbing in and down, and were overweight and bulky, and he was better at climbing than they were. They would have a hard time getting back up again! And he even wondered if they would camp the night at the bottom or something, if they were too tired and sleepy, which made him gasp again when he thought about it, and he lodged his boot into a gap between two of the boulders, to rest his tired body.

      What did they find out? he muttered, mainly to himself, and wondered what he was missing again.

      There are other small shafts running through here ... Henrik called down, dangling overhead, who had stopped to examine a small hole in the shaft, he had missed in the darkness there.

      Ventilation shafts that connect together, Norgrove continued. They must run through most of the building.

      I agree! I’m sure they are for an ancient ventilation ... Henrik continued, sticking his head up close, and shining his light in the hole and looking along it.

      What else could it be? Pendleton asked.

      They could have been used to build it ... Henrik replied, moving away, looking for something else.

      Pendleton wondered how high up they were, as the height of the castle was immense, and they had been on the top floor, and they never knew how far underground it went, and the blackness there looked like an abyss.

      The height of the castle was incredible, as well as the length being massive with rooms and corridors going out everywhere, especially with there being no proper lighting, and he had not thought such a construction was possible at the date that they had given. It was also unbelievable that somebody had managed to ship the thing over to America, and when it must have happened, in such large sections and fit them together.

      How could people spend so much on such things and leave them derelict, out in such desolate woods? Why had it not even been put out in the open for everyone to see?

      Pendleton gasped as he recalled the legends and what had already happened, and wondered if this would be his death, in a death or glory situation.

      For a moment he wondered if it had actually come from Transylvania and had vampires, and realized that if it were at least he would be still around as a vampire. At times he had thought it had similarities to castles over there.

      So are we going down ...? Henrik asked firmly, watching Pendleton’s peculiar expressions in his light, from overhead.

      You could send down a camera with a light attached? Norgrove moaned sarcastically, and Pendleton started to move off from the wall where he was resting against, and prepared himself, and took glances at what was below as he started going down, but even with the lights being closer it never revealed anything new.

      The rope suddenly started swaying and vibrating furiously, giving the impression that Henrik was frantically doing something against Pendleton’s rope, and he glanced up and realized Henrik was climbing up for some reason, and he gasped when he realized Norgrove’s face was frantic and that the two were actually desperately trying to escape from there, almost slipping trying to climb up, which amused him for a moment, bewildered at their sudden change of attitude.

      As he tried to see what was going on he noticed that light across his front was not coming downwards from them but shining upwards from something below, and his eyes fixed onto a strange orb of light floating upwards.

      Get me out of here! Henrik hollered, making Pendleton shudder and try to escape for his life.

      Pendleton even thought of removing his harness and plunging down, and perhaps allowing him to have the fate of dying on the ground below, and having a normal human death.

      With a loud thud Norgrove came crashing down to his original position after slipping, and clouds of gray dust flew up and blinded Pendleton as it went into his face and lungs, and he went crashing into the wall.

      He groaned and dangled about on the rope, glimpsing parts of the shaft around him, mentally exhausted, needing sleep, allowing himself just to go into sleep state, wondering if he could somehow wangle his way out of it. But it was not a matter of persuading himself of anything, it was really happening, and he wished what was going to happen would just happen.

      If he had only known all those years ago what would end up happing, he would have forced himself to forget about such ventures.

      Sounds were now screaming out at him and he realized how loud they had become, from the abyss below, as if a gateway into hell were there, with him suspended over it on a thin rope, spinning endlessly, waiting to descend into its hideous reaches.

      How had they managed to talk him into this? One minute they had been chasing treasure and the next a castle mysteriously appears into it, and he had been dumped with their theories, and then with the shaft.

      He jerked, startled, hearing a sort of scream, almost human but somehow different, as though out of a distant strange place, and he visualized it out in space, in blackness.

      There were traces of rotted vegetation floating in the light coming down from overhead, as they still continued to climb out.

      Some of the blocks of stone about him resembled the stones in Egyptian pyramids. They were strange things to use to build, but they were hard to penetrate, and needed in a good castle.

      He realized sounds were now not emerging from under him but coming were from somewhere above, and then they started emerging about him and he listened intensely with confusion.

      Sounds manifested everywhere as though invisible creatures were surrounding them, and strange glowing and swirling forces formed and went about them and telepathic figures like spirits with shrouds swirled about it, wailing and screaming, and he partially entered a dream state, and as it increased he believed he was holding onto reality.

      A bright explosion of colors exploded out making him come to, and realized the thing below him had reached him and he opened his eyes wide and examined his surroundings and saw that he was no longer in the shaft, and dazed and confusedly he examined his surroundings and an immense whirlpool of shifting outlines magically shifted by, and he studied everything and realized that he had no body or proper presence and was some form of energy formation shifting around with other similar formations, and that he was swirling out into a vortex of reshaping energy patterns that replaced reality, with transforming elements altering to something that he could not recognize.

      If he had died and gone into the afterlife why was it so strange? Why it was there mesmerized him! Was he classified as being anything? Where was it? Reality was no more than magically spinning patterns and he wondered how worse the situation could get, realizing that he could be trapped there for all eternity!

      The Lost Castle

      Chapter 1

      The Supernatural Castle

      At night they immediately became trapped in the dark strange wood, with altered trees, freezing in deep snow, where they spotted strange black figures in the distance, while mysterious lights startled them, and they heard something occasionally violently smash trees down nearby.

      What staggered Bryson the most was that they never knew how to return, and as they rushed away, they held their belief that they would be saved once again, and that there would be an eventual conclusion, but the snow grew thick and shrouded everything everywhere, creating a mind-bending landscape, and they soon became too exhausted to recognize anything.

      It was shocking how lost they were, but the moonshine showed them the strange mind-bending landscape ahead!

      The sounds of life forms and other strange things hidden away there became dangerous and astonishing, and at times they came screaming out of the dark wood, and also through what sounded like shafts in the ground somewhere, and with a dangerous fury that stunned Bryson, and no matter how much they tried their thoughts never seemed to properly achieve stable recognitions.

      For some reason he began to believe there were supernatural regions in the universe, and that they had entered one version, and he was surprised that one of the others mentioned it openly, as if he knew he had known it, and he tried to grasp what the place and places could be and were really for, and considered all the destinations, trying to grasp what the place was doing there.

      Some of the others were sure that they had discovered far more than they realized and that it could prove the existence of colossal magical abilities and energies and he analyzed everything in a far greater degree, searching for an answer.

      Out of nowhere a colossal light emerged out the undergrowth, and pulsated like a life form, magically illuminating the deep lifeless snow and trees everywhere he looked, and seemed to silence the noises and things surrounding them.

      The light allowed them to see almost everything across their front, and they spotted what was a structure buried away in the trees, and Bryson realized that it was the castle, and that they had actually found it, and it was

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