The next day I returned
to the excavation site to explore the artifact more and was lucky to
met Mr. Blindside himself, working at the artifact at the same
moment. He managed to dig out the whole object from the ground and
was just adjusting it in vertical position when I disturbed him. We
talked, briefly, and he admitted he will be much wiser after he’ll
remove the mud and dirt from the artifact, which, finally visible,
vaguely resembled a cloaked human figure. And of course, there was
the heartbeat, stronger maybe this time, but I didn’t want to
disturb the archaeologist with more questions as he seemed to be
quite exhausted. He’ll probably attend tonight’s Bonfire Night and
make some public statement, unfortunately I have some affairs out
of town tonight.
I felt comforted more or
less, after all, Mr. Blindside seemed like he knew what he was doing.
That was until today, when I visited the site once more.
The artifact was still
there, standing in the same position as Mr. Blindside left it, but
there was a huge crack almost at whole it’s length. It seemed as
someone shattered it’s surface with a great force, and took anything
what was hiding inside. Or, maybe… maybe as something from inside
broke the shell and run free. There was a splash of a dark liquid
just in front of the artifact, probably blood. Maybe someone tried to
use some explosives to disturb the surface of the object, and was
hurt? Or maybe someone just stood there when the… thing… from
inside broke free and… I hope Mr. Blindside is alright.
The artifact is still
standing there, silent, no heartbeat resembling sound could be hear.
Just like an empty shell.