He arrived to find the machines working relentlessly in the underground chamber. They worked day and night and even when he was not there; they were workhorses that never tired he thought. He had just arrived from the recent arctic expedition with a new addition to level forty three. It was the level of mutations, abominations, and ghosts.
The colossal crate, as big as an elephant, was loaded into the trite elevator and descended quickly with the man waiting patiently inside. He looked at the sides of the walls and turned back to face the elevator doors when the symbols appeared in the wall. Ghosts could not be kept housed by ordinary means of human technology they were as mysterious as nothing and everything, it was something else entirely.
All of the symbols had just been a copy of the one page he had been able to retrieve from the book. This book had at one point held all the answers to locking them away. Instead, all of the neophytes along the way managed to deteriorate the book until there was one page remaining. Luckily that page was the answer to keeping the ghosts in their otherworldly prisons. it was the Bible to his research.
Finally the doors opened and he stepped out into level forty three. The lights were dim and he could scarcely see the details of the hallway before him. One of his machines came and it diligently loaded the crate onto a small flatbed to carry it to its destination. He followed slowly, taking in the rooms on either side of the hallway at his leisure.
It was not till they had almost reached their destination when he saw the ghosts in their cells. The symbols made the ghosts visible enough for the eye to see and he studied the pale ghosts’ varied expressions. Some were depressed and melancholy while others were flamboyant with anger. A few launched themselves in anger at the narrow doors leading into the cells with no success, the symbols managed to hold them inside, they were the prison.
Many of the ghosts regarded him with resentment for caging them up like this two hundred feet below the ground. He turned his head away from them and stepped inside the spacious room where he would study the specimen inside the crate. The thing inside struggled against its bonds as it sensed him approaching.
His hands were shaking as he opened an envelope and extracted a key which he inserted in the crate’s lock. It opened and he pulled off the lock and threw it to the ground beside him as if it were trash. Then he took a crowbar and opened the side of the box to reveal the thing inside.
The thing lunged at the cage as soon as he pried open the side, making him jump back momentarily. After his initial fear of the beast he was taken by awe and wonder at its uniqueness. Nothing like this had ever been found before and he would have to study this one further. It was as vibrant as a peacock and yet as dull as the lock that he had thrown away.
He looked at the large grandfather clock across the room; it was almost five o’ clock. They regarded each other with curiosity for a moment, and then he took out the tranquilizer gun and put it to sleep. It took a great amount of effort to move the thing from the crate to one of the many cells in the underground level, it even seemed to weigh as much as an elephant.
Suddenly the ground beneath him and above him shook violently; the rooms were shaken and the contents of his study table fell off. Then part of the ground collapsed, closing the rest of the level from him. That wasn’t the worst part however; the metal holding the ghosts weakened and then bent open like paper, freeing the ghosts.
After all this time he couldn’t recall exactly how many, but there were almost a hundred ghosts in his captivity. They all came over to him, some walked and some hovered over to him. Frantically he got to his feet and dove into the elevator and closed the door as fast as he could. The ghosts were blocked out from the symbols on the doors and he sighed.
The elevator was almost to the thirty-fifth floor when the ground shook again and something on the elevator broke. It came crashing down and the only thing that stopped it was the emergency brakes. He managed to pull the doors apart and looked outside. Both sides of the shaft opened into darkness. He looked at the closest opening and got out of the elevator. After some difficulty the doors gave away and he emerged into level thirty-six.
There was another shaking and the brakes on the elevator gave away, letting it descend at a frightening speed. As it hit the bottom of the facility, he turned around and walked down the hallway. He was lucky to get to level thirty-six, this was the weapons level. He had dedicated a whole level to weapons for many reasons and this was one of them. One of the inanimate machines stood at attention in front of him. He pressed a button and it sprang to life.
“Prepare the rest of the facility; we have an outbreak on level forty-three. Contain all specimens at all costs and activate the rest of the machines. And get another elevator ready,” he commanded the machine.
It went to work and he hurried to the special weapons room where he would find what he needed. Some of the machines had already been turned on and he had to move to avoid them. Even if they were not simple, they were incredibly useful he knew. He arrived there and opened the worn door and stepped inside. Inside the room were many strange and awesome weapons for miscellaneous purposes. The one he wanted was on a small metal pedestal. It was a weapon designed specifically to subdue ghosts and he had had to use it on one of his expeditions to Mongolia.
Carefully, he picked it up and left the room with it. The weapon was actually not a heavy one thanks to his advanced micro technology and he could carry it with ease. The machines had quickly assembled and were already waiting for him when he exited the room. The elevator was already waiting also and they boarded it.
All of them fit and they descended back down to level forty-three. On the way back down he tried to remember what else might have been kept down there. There were also goblins which shouldn’t be too difficult, but there were also doppelgangers and teeth monsters. The doppelgangers could copy any living thing they chose to and after that they were very difficult to detect. Worst of all were the teeth monsters. These monsters killed with ease and pleasure and if you are bitten by one you gain immortality at a terrible cost. One of his colleagues had gotten bitten by one and he was now being treated in this same facility for a disease that rots the body as well as the mind and it is hell.
The elevator stopped and the he cautiously opened the door. None of the ghosts were there to spring on them and they walked in. Then one of them came shrieking at him. He whipped out his weapon and shot the ghost. Rays of blue energy engulfed the ghost and held it to the ground. He immediately looked around for any more and saw that they were all there, waiting for him like a horde of vipers.