"Anything's possible" -for the Seven Days of Halloween Challenge - Day 3

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The prompt:

They approached their destination as it finally appeared through the dense cloud cover. Located high atop a cliff, it was an old two story Victorian house perched in precarious position on the edge of precipice.

Their only means of getting there was climbing a series of stairs cut into the cliff face but where that wasn’t possible a metal staircase had been installed.

“Who in their right mind would put a house in such a precarious spot...that is of course a rhetorical question,” Illya commented.

“Definitely one who thinks outside the box,”Napoleon replied. “And how the heck did they get the materials up here to even build it….wait, helicopter? Then again this house looks pretty old for that to have been…”

“Stoi...stop,” Illya said. “Do you hear it?”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“It is a pulse.” Kuryakin looked up at the clouds level with the house. “See there; sound waves. The clouds are reverberating with them. This has to be the source from which they are emanating and disrupting air traffic.”

Napoleon studied the phenomenon; he wasn’t feeling the pulse as Illya called it, but he was definitely seeing it. The clouds were rippling...no, undulating.

They continued climbing the stairs until they arrived at the entrance to the house that was carved into the rock beneath it.

As they opened heavy arched wooden door it moaned as if it hadn’t been opened in a long time.

There was nothing but darkness and both agents lit the small hand torches they carried to light the way.

Instead of stairs they found what could only be described as basement carved out of the bedrock.

It was filled with all sorts of object with spiderwebs, looking long abandoned/

Oddly there was a harp with a carved angel’s head, a stuffed polar bear standing menacingly in a corner, a mummy’s sarcophagus...which made Kuryakin cringe.

“Do not say a word,” he cautioned with a wagging finger. He’d been the victim of mummification three times so far and wanted to put some space between himself and the ancient Egyptian artifact.

Embedded in the wall was the blade of a Japanese katana, though it looked as though it had not been put there, it looked as though the wall had been put around it…”how was that possible?” Illya wondered.

There were dozens of objects from different time periods scattered everywhere. Half a painting that resembled and early version of the Mona Lisa was sunken half-way into the wall as well.

Napoleon called out; he’d had found a spiral staircase leading up to the house.

Once inside, they found it seemingly abandoned as well; the furnishings were covered in dust and cobwebs. Candelabras were everywhere, and were apparently the only source of light...no electricity.

Illya drew a small box of wooden matches from his pocket and proceeded to light a few of the candles.

Once there was some semblance of light Napoleon could see the look on his partner’s face; Illya was wincing over and over.

“What’s wrong tovarisch?”

“The pulse is getting louder and it is becoming painful. You still do not feel it?”

“No, but I’ll take your word for it. Maybe you should go back outside.”

“No, I will not leave you. No pun intended but this place is giving me bad vibes beyond the pulsating.”

“It’s up to you then,” Napoleon said.” Let’s do a quick search and get you out of here.”

“You will get no argument from me,” Illya’s blue eyes blinked slowly.

Napoleon didn’t want to admit it but he was finally feeling something as well; his heart was pounding as was his head and there was a tingling sensation all over his body that made his skin crawl.

As the agents went from room to room they found nothing of interest other than more object from different time periods. It was as if someone had raided museums willy nilly and simply left everything here.

It wasn’t until they reached the attic where they found something of true interest.

Sitting on a table was an orb around the size of a bowling ball; like the sound waves Illya was sensing, it too was pulsating revealing octagonal and triangular shapes in pink, purple, black and white.

Its effects were intense, so much so that Kuryakin grabbed his head and started to stagger before screaming in pain.

Napoleon grabbed him, supporting Illya to keep him from going down. Without thinking he instinctively drew his gun and fired at the orb.

It shattered into thousands of tiny glistening pieces that shot up into the air.

A black hole appeared above their heads and the pieces of the orb as well as other objects were being sucked up into it.

Napoleon dragged Illya down the stairs; they had to get out, that much he knew.

Once away from the attic Illya finally regained his wits and was able to move on his own.

“The back door! Is closer!” He shouted as he looked up, seeing everything above them was being sucked into darkness.

The aged wooden door at the end of a hall was jammed, but together they decided to body slam it.

“One-two-three!” Napoleon shouted above the din of the disintegrating house.

The door gave way and they landed on the ground outside, though there wasn't much.

They scrambled, backing away from the house and watched in disbelief as was sucked upwards piece by piece until it disappeared into the black hole. Then the hole itself was gone with a ‘pop.’ There was nothing left to indicate the house had ever been there.

As Napoleon and Illya looked over the edge of the cliff they discovered that even the stairs had disappeared.

They remained silent while trying to digest what had just happened.

It was no surprise the Russian was the first to finally speak.

“That object in the house, whatever it was, was causing the disruptive sound waves.”

“Yes I got that,” Napoleon said.”But what happened to the house?”

“I think we may have just witnessed an interdimensional rift.”

“A what?” Napoleon screwed up his face.

“This is purely theoretical and very new mind you; an interdimensional rift is a phenomenon which can allow for transit to realms outside of the normal spacetime continuum. Quantum singularities theoretically can be used as interdimensional rifts in order to gain access to fluidic space. The destruction of the orb caused the house to be pulled to another dimension...I think.”

“Will it come back?”

“Napoleon I am making a supposion based on a theory, so I have no idea if it will return or not. My current concern is based on reality not theory at the moment, and that is how we are going to get down from this place since the stairs are gone? That cliff face is not climbable."

“I think I can manage a solution, something a bit more conventional as a means of transportation.”

Napoleon drew his communicator from his inside jacket pocket

“Open Channel D please.”

“Yes Mister Solo,” Waverly responded.” What have you discovered?”

“Sir it’s complicated and I think it’s best Mr. Kuryakin handles the report on this one as it’s going to be a bit on the technical side. I can however, report that whatever was causing the air traffic disruptions is now gone.”

“Well done gentlemen. I look forward to reading Mister Kuryakin’s report.”

“One more thing sir…”

“Yes Mister Solo?”

“We have need transportation, a helicopter to be precise.”

There was a definite huff followed by silence.

“Please tell me you did not destroy another car?”

“No, the car is fine sir, it’s just that we’re stranded on top of a cliff with no way down."

“Oh, in that case I will have a helicopter dispatched immediately. Keep your communicator open so the pilot can zero in on your location. It will take some time to get there so I suggest you relax...you are unhurt I take it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Waverly out.”

Illya was still quiet as he perched like a crouching gargoyle near the edge of the cliff.

“You okay tovarisch?”

“Fine, just a headache and I am hungry.”

Napoleon reached into his pocket, “how about a peppermint?”

“Yes, thank you,” Illya accepted the red and white swirled candy; quickly unwrapping it, he popped it into his mouth. “It is All Hallow’s Eve is it not?”

“You know it is; I'd forgotten about it,” Napoleon hadn’t even thought of it until Illya reminded him. “It’s when the walls between our world and the spirit world became thin enough to allow ghosts to pass through for the night. Gee I wonder if that’s what happened here and not that rift thing?”

Illya slowly turned his head and for one brief second he gave Solo the stink eye, before he began to laugh.

“At this point my friend, anything is possible, that much I have learned after the many bizarre events we have witnessed.”

Napoleon raised his hands up above his head, looking upwards to the heavens.

“Finally!”

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha... very well done. That is a perfect opportunity for our professor of quantum mechanics to expound on their strange encounter.

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[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I love that our ever pragmatic Russian naturally searched for a scientific explanation :-)

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Good spooky house, with a fine gadget in the attic. Nice ending, too.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you thank you! I decided a scientific situation was better than something supernatural.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! He searched for a scientific reason, but still he was finally flabbergasted by this one.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed the story! A bit of a change from something supernatural.