Today I started the SEQUEL https://www.draft2digital.com/book/32929 which is my third best selling book on Amazon. I started the SEQUEL late in 2011, when Did we see him? was running a head to head race with Nerja for my second best seller. A race it was destined to lose, as it stopped selling and Nerja continues to sell.
As I previously mentioned in my journal entry “Did we see him?” Things have happened in recent months which caused me to question my sanity. After returning from an expedition, the aftermath I find hard to come to terms with. I witnessed things no person should be allowed to witness. To give you some ideas, we were sent by an organisation called “The Glove” to try and find out what information Sir Percy Fawcett obtained on his last trip up the Amazon.
What we thought we saw is unimaginable. The sights and sounds of those days will forever haunt me. Things which are neither man nor animal, beings who lived in neither the living world, nor did they appear to be dead. These poor creatures worshipped a white man, who might be Fawcett. As we left, at Fawcett’s bequest, we witnessed the true horrors of this life as he was beaten close to death before being eaten by ants, while the tribe devoured a person’s body. The poor soul remained alive as they tore him apart, the screams of agony, helping their enjoyment.
The horror of holding my best friend Tommy Curridge in my arms, as he faded away with a spear in his chest. All the time praying we would get out of this hell; yet fearing we too were doomed to a life as tormented souls.
After a narrow escape from death and a not too pleasant boat trip back to Britain. I had to take leave if my friends to try and find a way to get the images out of my mind. I have yet to find a way, other than staying awake as long as I can. Some days later, I had reason to venture to the club I frequented and it was then, things began to go awry. I arrived at the Bell club, in Belgravia, London, and after telling my story to my good friends Anthony Harkley, Christopher Jackman and Harrison Merrill, I went out to partake of some air and a pipe to calm my shattered nerves. I only went out of the club a few minutes, during which time a strange fog appeared. On my return I found I could not open the doors and had to be admitted by a fellow member. Up on entering I was informed I may hold the answer to a mystery.
“What mystery could my return solve?” I pondered as I climbed the stairs of my old club, so changed I hardly knew it.
The mystery stemmed from a locked door, to which nobody in the club had been able to open. As I looked at the lock, I fumbled in my coat pocket and found my old room key; this key did open the locks to my astonishment. I found myself standing in front of a swirling energy mass focused to a series of bulbs. On my bedside table lay an envelope marked “Did we see them?” Beside it was a note I wrote, my hand clearly legible despite the obvious shaky writing. The note said, “If you are reading this, you passed through a temporal energy mass and the mist you were in has transported you, ten years into the future, signed Charles Q.”
Even though being an adventurer and having an enquiring mind and after years of seeing strange lands, I found this hard to believe. Yet, here I stand as evidence in my own equation; my keys had opened a door locked for ten years. In part, therefore at least some my theory was true. Which parts I had yet to find?