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The Valley

 


 
 

When the call came in everyone looked at each other in confusion.
‘There must be a mistake,’ someone said
‘No way that can’t happen, it’s impossible,’ said another
A call for quiet, was heard above the voices, silence befell the room as they all listened they could hear the familiar voice over the speakers.
‘Who are you and what do you want here’
There was no reply, just a low pitch hum which grew in intensity then stopped abruptly, again they heard the voice repeat the question, again the hum began louder this time then a petrifying shrill beckoned from the speakers, the line went dead.

Twenty-five years almost to the day, it had started again, once more a research team was sent to the area. This time a group of five agents and four researchers had been assigned the task to investigate the source of the radio signals being transmitted from the abandoned town.
The team emerging from the swampy wooded area to the south of the town could see the rusting structure and felt a deathly stillness in the air, it appeared there was no life left in this part of the valley, the town, founded as a fishing and logging camp and finally a salmon cannery outpost was long ago forsaken.


Approaching the dilapidated waterfront building they could hear a rumbling from deep below their feet suddenly the ground begins to vibrate and without warning the rusting structure begins to split apart exposing a translucent globe.
Looking around in disbelief each team member searches but there appeared to be no openings in the globe, all movement stopped as if time stood still, hurriedly the team begin unpacking the equipment setting up a base camp to begin researching the anomaly, beginning transmissions back to the station the globe glows, an opening suddenly appears. 

Back at the station when the call came in everyone looked at each other in confusion. ‘There must be a mistake.’ someone said.

 

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