Читать книгу The Gates of Atlantis - I. R. Tagarian - Страница 6

She never would have believed it to be possible. She was all alone. In a construction, which she had been researching online for many long evenings. In a structure, which had so much strange familiarity, which had led her to archaeology in the first place. This is why it was not hard for her to talk to the tourists during the day, the things Medin and Marco had said, covered pretty much the same things she had read from various sites multiple times. But know she had the opportunity to research the things that official tourist sites did not include.

Having gotten down from the first level staircase, she stopped in that same room called the unfinished hall. During the day, the stone door to nowhere with double frame had reminded her of what? Aime knew that she had to remember this, it seemed necessary. Her hand searched for the voice recorder button. At the same time, an eerie disheartening crept in. No, she did not fear the dimness blending with the yellow light of the electric lamps, being in an ancient underground structure, nor the stretching shadows in the corners. She was not afraid of being in that place alone. As a child when she was staying with her grandma at the countryside, she had enjoyed walking around the woods at night alone, especially around an old, decayed church which apparently had once been a burial site for the landowners and before that a holy place for ancient Estonians. She wasn't bothered by the stories about the dead people and spirits that you allegedly could see there, which scared the other girls. This was a different kind of disheartening. It seemed like a choice, but Aime did not know what she was choosing for and what the options were.

The vibe, created by the drum beats and the male voice, vibrated again through all of the three cave levels and pierced through all of Aime’s cells, creating an even stronger impulse in her ears than the engine noise from a plane which is taking off. Yet Aime repeated the short recording again and then placed the dictaphone automatically on the rock in front of her. The moment she looked towards the door that leads to nowhere, she knew exactly, what the appeared strange flicker reminded her of.

The woman with a tall oblong hairdo or even head shape was standing right there, behind the same flickering curtain, only the curtain was more see-through, and the woman behind it was more material. The woman smiled and beckoned her. Aime walked towards the wall as if she was sleepwalking and despite all the laws of nature she had known so far, she did not hit herself against the rock’s wall when she took the next step. The tall woman took a step back and Aime a step forward and then she no longer was in the unfinished hall on the second level of the Hypogeum.