Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    The Lost Treasure Map 2
    The Lost Treasure Map 2
    The Lost Treasure Map 2
    Ebook241 pages3 hours

    The Lost Treasure Map 2

    By V Bertolaccini

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    A classic action thriller of the adventures of treasure explorers exploring an immense unexplored castle and region and its hauntings as they hunt for treasure that has been buried away for centuries, with no precise proof of its existence even after scanning its interior with the most advanced equipment, while hauntings, murders, murder hunts, and televised investigations occur all about them!
    Explorers, paranormal investigators, scientists, military, archaeologists, and treasure seekers explore there in a greater degree than has ever been done before as they become fanatical with getting their hands on the lost treasure and what is behind the haunting!
    They find unknown and strange occurrences everywhere they turn as they explore the remains of the place, trying to determine what is there and what is happening there, and they slowly uncover the treasure and a mind-bending ultimate alien voyager probe buried away there, with its extraordinary supernatural intelligence, waiting to be revived!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCosmicBlueCB
    Release dateOct 15, 2014
    ISBN9781311584175
    The Lost Treasure Map 2
    Author

    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.

    Read more from V Bertolaccini

    Related to The Lost Treasure Map 2

    Related ebooks

    Suspense For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Letters

      Oct 7, 2021

      Nigel Watson reported on the suggestion that the ancient aliens thesis was inherently racist because it refused to acknowledge the ability of people of colour to construct impressive edifices [FT409:32]. Now, while I don’t deny that some aficionados

      9 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      Sep 9, 2021

      With regard to Nick Guitard’s letter pooh-poohing the possible existence of tiny aliens [FT405:71], I would like to make the following observations. David Bowie, may he rock on, once said that the Internet is like an alien being has landed and that w

      17 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      Mar 24, 2022

      CONTACT US BY POST: PO BOX 1200, WHITSTABLE CT1 9RH, OR E-MAIL SIEVEKING@FORTEANTIMES.COM PLEASE PROVIDE US WITH YOUR POSTAL ADDRESS The very interesting report on ‘Man Of Russia’ and his outlandish claims about giant trees [FT415:9] got me thinking

      14 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      Jul 15, 2021

      Regarding ‘Hunting Bigfoot’, in “Creatures on the Loose” [FT405:26]: adopting Justin Humphrey’s position on the reality of Bigfoot, surely one would be required to establish its nature before designating it a suitable subject for the huntsman. If it

      12 min read

    • Article

      Books

      Dec 19, 2021

      by Nikki Crutchley HarperCollins — $35 Many things make this thriller stand out. For a start, the narrators are reliable. That’s refreshing, these days. Crutchley tells her story in more than one voice and time period, but all are clearly handled and

      8 min read

    • Article

      BARRY DODDS’ Haunted Britain

      Apr 13, 2021

      As we emerge slowly from lockdown, our resident paranormal investigator and stand-up comedian Barry Dodds is looking forward to getting back to exploring the UK’s most terrifying haunted locations – and of course reporting back to us! But in the mean

      4 min read

    • Article

      I AIN’T AFRAID Of No Ghost!

      Jan 19, 2021

      I AIN’T AFRAID Of No Ghost!
      4 min read

    • Article

      The Fine Art Of Telling A Story

      Mar 18, 2020

      With the ever pressing demand to engage upon technical questions arising out of guns, boats, punts and other gear attendant on wildfowling, the lighter vein of storytelling is inadvertently passed over to another week and another. Then nothing is tol

      2 min read

    • Article

      On The Dark Side

      Jul 14, 2022

      Mark Norman & Tracey Norman The History Press 2021 Hb, 174pp, £14.99, ISBN 9780750998017 There is certainly darkness a-plenty within the world of folklore; what Chthonic treasures will be found in Dark Folklore? Its five chapters offer a bewitching a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      May 18, 2023

      CONTACT US BY POST: PO BOX 1200, WHITSTABLE CT1 9RH, OR E-MAIL SIEVEKING@FORTEANTIMES.COM PLEASE PROVIDE US WITH YOUR POSTAL ADDRESS With reference to his article on Nazi UFOs [FT430:44-49], I would be curious to know what evidence SDTucker has for s

      12 min read

    • Article

      Fitzroy’s Hand Of Glory

      Apr 12, 2023

      Fitzroy’s Hand Of Glory
      5 min read

    • Article

      A Compendium Of Cryptids

      Mar 21, 2024

      A Compendium Of Cryptids
      11 min read

    • Article

      Tall Tales

      Dec 22, 2023

      Tall Tales
      2 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      Aug 12, 2021

      Children who remember past lives [FT405:25] may be explained most simply by reincarnation, but also by temporary displacement of a child’s consciousness by another entity or recurring hallucinations mingled with clairvoyance and telepathy. In Beyond

      13 min read

    • Article

      Who’s There?: Every Story Is a Ghost Story

      Aug 18, 2021

      Not all writing is cursed, but surely all of it is haunted. Literature is a catacomb of past readers, past writers, past books. Traces of those who are responsible for creation linger among the words on a page. The post Who’s There?: Every Story Is a

      16 min read

    • Article

      As Everybody Knows…

      Nov 4, 2021

      From Mozart’s Murder to Cleopatra’s Asp Graeme Donald Michael O’Mara 2021 Pb, 256pp, £7.99, ISBN 9781789293623 Ten Great Lies and How They Shaped the World Otto English Wellbeck 2021 Hb, 320pp, £16.99, ISBN 9781787396395 You wait all day for a scepti

      4 min read

    • Article

      Letters

      Jun 16, 2022

      Last year I reported on a curious tradition from the Bassa people of Cameroon regarding falls of fish, crabs and other creatures from the sky [FT404:71]. Now I can share a case of fish falls embedded in a creation myth, as told by the Akuapem of sout

      11 min read

    • Article

      Final Analysis

      Jan 22, 2018

      Final Analysis
      2 min read

    • Article

      The Devil Strides Our Countryside

      Jan 26, 2023

      TO SEND REVIEW COPIES, CONTACT THE BOOK REVIEWS EDITOR AT DVBARRETT@FORTEANTIMES.COM Jeremy Harte Reaktion Books 2022 Hb, 296pp, £15.99, ISBN 9781789146509 One of the most beloved of Doctor Who stories has long been 1971’s “The Daemons”. Over the cou

      15 min read

    • Article

      Revisiting The Mysterious World Of Arthur C Clarke

      Sep 9, 2021

      Over the course of 13 short episodes first broadcast in 1980, The Mysterious World of Arthur C Clarke took teatime viewers of ITV through the case files of the celebrated science fiction writer – also solemnly identified as the “inventor of the commu

      13 min read

    • Article

      Q&A YOU ASK, WE ANSWER

      Jan 19, 2023

      Q&A YOU ASK, WE ANSWER
      8 min read

    • Article

      Bumps In The Night

      Aug 25, 2021

      Bumps In The Night
      4 min read

    • Article

      The Spectre Of The Past

      Jan 25, 2024

      The Spectre Of The Past
      6 min read

    • Article

      Lock And Load

      Mar 24, 2022

      Lock And Load
      14 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for The Lost Treasure Map 2

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      The Lost Treasure Map 2 - V Bertolaccini

      Prologue

      The Lost Treasure and Voyager

      For centuries legends of lost treasure had been passed on through generations of people, though few details existed, and the occurrences behind them had been too confused and vague. Fundamental facts had been clearly missing that would have allowed people to locate anything thought by them to exist, and nothing had clearly been known to answer the queries of the treasure hunters, who had risked their lives in deadly attempts to explore the castle.

      The origins of the castle’s hauntings, from the majority of accumulated sources, had been proven to have occurred around 1620 when fishermen had witnessed the materialization of something of unknown origins, with a bright light of magnitude that had exploded out of the morning mist.

      Accounts of it reshaping and continually altering proved that it had altered from something else to something.

      According to legends all the people at the castle had been found dead after it had been brought there – with its deadly powers going beyond this universe, opening gateways going beyond space and time – and that valuable treasure had been left near where it had been concealed.

      For centuries the lost treasure had been thought to exist there by the few explorers, who had carried out investigations and searches for it, of which many had paid by losing their lives by being in the confines of the castle at the wrong time or place.

      The place must have been one of the most dangerous places in the world! People could not survive permanently living in its confines! Even though at times its powers dwindled and some people had managed to survive and escape after living for months there, and had given horrific accounts of the mind-bending wonders and deadliest menaces that they had been subjected to.

      At one point, in 1880, to which nobody knows why, its existence had become entirely dormant and a wealthy businessman had found the castle by accident while visiting the region and had bought it from the owners of the land.

      He had recognized its value, historical importance, colossal architecture and dimensions, and had seen that it was worthless in the desolate wood, in the middle of nowhere, and had it removed in large sections and shipped across the Atlantic, where he had intended to reconstruct it near New York.

      What occurred next was never revealed, and there occurred an extensive amount of lost information, and all that was known was that the owner had died in mysterious circumstances and that the castle had ended up at a different and secret location in the depths of an immense desolate wood, hidden away from anyone locating it, with what was there activated again.

      Part I

      The Lost Treasure

      Chapter 1

      The Deadliest Treasure

      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!

      Chapter 2

      The Lost Castle

      The whole story was incredible now and Bryson could hardly believe anything, and what had occurred. The events of the past weeks were astounding and he could hardly believe that they were on the trail of another treasure quest.

      The last shreds of sunlight had vanished beneath the wood behind them, and well below the horizon, with the deep black winter night there engulfing them, and Bryson studied his surroundings over and over trying to explain why the wood so closely resembled the wood surrounding Grovnor Castle.

      The wood looked almost the same in places, and he considered their search for the castle in what must be one of the most desolate regions of the US. They had not seen anyone for many miles, and planes even seemed to avoid flying there.

      The fifteen members of the team (including him, and Merton and Mortimer), had been put together by him and Mortimer, and were mainly made up of archaeologists, scientists, ex-military, and explorers, who had experience in searching, examining, documenting, and detecting what they might miss, or there to help or defend them.

      The adventure brought him back to life after a long length of inactivity and lack of anything of interest. At times he still could not believe that there was another castle, and that anything existed there! And that there had actually been a similar castle near Grovnor Castle at one time!

      The last castle exploration, after all the findings and evidence they had collected, in the end seemed to add up to little, and he still now occasionally thought they had found something else.

      It was winter and deep snow shrouded the jungle of vegetation around them, and he realized again that they would have to camp there. And having not slept outdoors in winter he gasped at sleeping in such thick cold snow, and considered if they would find his remains there one day, and wonder why they had done it.

      The snow landscape was untouched by human hands, and at times empty of sound, and had a deep silence that he had only heard in thick winter snow landscapes. It reminded him of another world! An empty wood absence of life with faint mist surrounding regions around them.

      What was shocking was how easily they could get lost, and he was unsure if they even knew accurately where they were. They knew where they had come from and what they would eventually arrive at after days of falling a compass, but not what was there about them. They had been unable to get a helicopter to search, but if they had waited and went far enough he was sure they could.

      There was nothing to recognize anywhere, and he watched some of the men attempt to use communications devices to give updates on what was happening without picking up anything.

      They were all getting too exhausted wading through the deep snow areas to do and recognize anything significant, and the first peculiarity he noticed was a distant hum, similar to a distant engine whirling, out at an unknown place, which shadowed them, and drove him insane trying to identify it.

      Their legs almost became stuck in deep bogs of stinking vegetation buried below the snow, which resembled quicksand as it grew in depth, and they were hidden, even under intense lights, and Bryson started to wonder if they could even find somewhere that they could actually camp over. There was a definite look of a swamp emerging around them!

      A cold haze edged its way over the trees and undergrowth and they started slowing, and allowing themselves to rest. It was nothing like anything that he had seen elsewhere.

      He could not get if it was a strange environment about him, something strange existing there, or a combination of things that created different reactions.

      Strange vapor clouds shifted about their sides, always shadowing them, at about the distance – as if they were probing them, and analyzing them for some purpose.

      Nobody said anything about it but most looked like they were wondering if any of it had intelligence, and sometimes pondered vaguely watching it linger over deep pools of slime in the mind-bending landscape.

      When more confident it existed Bryson watched it to find out what form of life it could be. What did it use to exist? What was it doing?

      He wished he could get some samples from it, but decided to wait or leave it, and they would check if it

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1