Monday 23rd June 2014
Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Serial Killer III
Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. So, today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post.
Part 3 and Final Part!
They stood over their parents grave, looking and reading the inscription, trying to make sense of the words.
“Do you suppose it is actually our parents grave the scry and words are referring to?” Issy asked unconvinced as to why they were there.
Graham was kneeling down and looking closely at the head stone, running his fingers over it. “For the age of the stone it still looks brand new, after ten years I would expect a fair bit of dirt and grime.” Graham was saying while still investigating. He stood up and took out the paper that he had written the verses on and started to read them through.
“Can anyone see a bow, the verse says low and see and press a bow. But there is nothing on the stone to resemble a bow.” Graham was muttering to himself not expecting a reply. Angie bent down to look with him, she lifted the centre metal flower vase from its holding and looked in, “Hey Gray do you think this is what is meant by bow?” Graham quickly moved to look in. “I think you have found it.”
On the base was a carving of cupid and his bow, it was circular and the size of a two inch medal making it difficult to see at first. Angie put her hand in and felt about and then pressed, it went downwards like a switch. All three heard a click followed by a hiss.
The rear of the head stone opened up exposing a small doorway, which had small stone steps leading down wards into the dark. Where Angie had pressed the button a small diamond appeared at the bottom of the cup. She held it up for the others to see.
“What the …!” Angela never finished. Graham pulled a torch from his coat and said, “Okay, so it looks like we have an invite, let me have the diamond it might have a use.”
“No way am I going down there, I’ll stay here, keep watch if you like.” Angela said rather scared of the thought.
“Issy and I will go and see what we can find.” Graham said looking at Issy. She nodded her okay.
Graham took out a torch from his pocket, led the way down into the darkness and lit the way for Issy to ease downwards. There was enough room to stand up as they both slowly moved forward, along the narrow tunnel.
“This place looks pretty clean for somewhere underground and unused.” Graham said as he was walking slowly through the dark tunnel.
“Wonder where it leads!” Issy said.
Further along the tunnel Graham halted and said, “This looks like a door.” standing in front of the blockage and feeling his way around the door. “No visible handle or lock.”
Issy moved to his side and searched with him.
“On the floor, shine your torch down here.” Issy said with enthusiasm, and knelt on the floor. The torch light illuminated a knob protruding from the floor, completely dust free as the rest of this place.
Issy pressed her foot on the knob and the door slowly swung open. “If I knew no different I would think this place is being maintained and oiled and cleaned regularly.” Graham said while bending and pausing at the door.
“Or it could be magic.” Issy said not really sure if she meant her words.
Before entering Graham shone his torch around the small chamber, a room of about twelve feet square and the same in height. Again this chamber looked very clean, no dust or spider webs anywhere to be seen.
“You hang back by the door while I look around, it does look empty but there maybe some hidden button or switch or something.” Issy nodded in agreement as she could understand Grahams caution.
When he stepped into the chamber, a light came on, illuminating the room with no visible source. Turning his torch off Graham proceeded hesitantly and with caution to search the small chamber. Twice he walked slowly around the room, and zigzagging across the floor but he did not see anything. Issy at the door shouted, “can you see anything, obviously the violin is not here but maybe a sign, there must be something.”
It was on his third run he noticed something small in the centre of the room, bending to inspect, he noticed a small square marked on the floor. In the false light it was very difficult to see, he started to brush the floor with his fingers. There was no dust, and he realised what he saw was exactly as he saw it. Looking closer he found an indentation, a hollowed out shape, not very deep almost invisible. Smoothing his fingers over it and pushing it and pressing, trying everything he could think of.
“There is something in the floor here and it has an indentation but I cannot work it out or what is does.” Graham said aloud to Issy.
“Does it have a specific shape, the indent I mean?”
“Slightly pear shaped with a jagged edge.”
“What about the diamond, it must have a reason to being.” Issy was saying.
“Good idea I’ll try it.” Graham replied.
He then placed the diamond in the marking, fiddled with it until he found the correct seating and let go of it. Nothing happen for a moment. Graham was about to pick it up and try again there suddenly appeared a bright blue light. Small square beams on the floor and growing larger and brighter. A pillar the size of the square markings rose up from the floor. It was a glass cabinet, a blue light shining from the inside making it difficult to see what was inside it. The cabinet came to a halt, the light slowly dissolved, revealing its contents. Automatically a door opened, and Graham walked round and removed the violin, held it up showing Issy.
“I have no idea, trying to explain this, I don’t think so.” Graham said walking back through the door and heading back along the small tunnel to Angela.
Gaa/C© Monday 23rd June 2014