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<\/a><\/p>\n“No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that\u00a0Albright and Wilson’s\u00a0affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space.<\/p>\n
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
\nstudies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
\nthe possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
\nimmeasurably superior to ours regarded\u00a0OUR\u00a0PIT with envious eyes, and slowly and
\nsurely, they drew their plans against us…..<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
At midnight on the\u00a09th of September, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Klaars
\nand sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
\ntowards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to the Barnett\u00a0pit.
\nAs I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.<\/p>\n
And that’s how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Klaars – bright
\ngreen, drawing a green mist behind it – a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight, and a rotten smell of fish. \u00a0Whitford, the astrologer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.<\/p>\n
“The chances of anything coming from Klaars are a million to one,” he said.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"H1600009\"](\"http:\/\/whatliesbeneathrattlechainlagoon.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/H1600009.jpg\")
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“The chances of anything coming from Klaars are a million to one – but still they<\/span>
\ncome!”<\/span><\/p>\n![\"H1600012\"](\"http:\/\/whatliesbeneathrattlechainlagoon.org.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/H1600012.jpg\")
<\/a><\/p>\nFrom the Dudley Port railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil….<\/p>\n
\u00a0Next morning, a strangely dressed crowd gathered on the Canal, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when, suddenly, the lid fell off!<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nTwo luminous disc-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge, rounded bulk, larger than
\na bear, rose up slowly, glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slavered
\n– and snake-like tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nA few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose, then an invisible ray of heat
\nleapt from man to man and there was a bright glare, as each was instantly turned to fire.
\nEvery tree and bush became a mass of flames at the touch of this savage, unearthly
\nHeat Ray.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\n\u00a0People clawed their way off the Canal, and I ran too. I felt I was being toyed with,
\nthat when I was on the very verge of safety, this mysterious death would leap after me
\nand strike me down. At last I reached\u00a0Edgbaston\u00a0and in the dim coolness of my home I wrote an account for my\u00a0paper- The Daily Quake before I sank into a restless, haunted sleep.<\/p>\n
Around me, the daily routine of life – working, eating, sleeping – was continuing serenely
\nas it had for countless years- all\u00a0making\u00a0lots of money for me and the Friends.<\/p>\n
On Barnett’s Brickworks, the Klaartians continued hammering and stirring,
\nsleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the machines they were making.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nNow and again a light, like the beam of a warship’s searchlight, swept the Canal – and the Heat Ray was ready to follow.<\/p>\n
\u00a0In the afternoon, a company of soldiers came through and deployed along the edge of the Causeway, to form a cordon.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nThat evening, there was a violent crash and I realized with horror that my home was
\nnow within range of the Klaartian’s Heat Ray. At dawn, a falling star with a trail of green
\nmist landed with a flash like summer lightning.<\/p>\n
This was the second cylinder.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nAbruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, Langley had still seemed alive. Now suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something – and all that remained was this gaunt quiet.<\/p>\n
I looked up and saw a third machine It was erect and motionless, like the others
\nAn insane resolve possessed me I would give my life to the Klaartians, here and now<\/p>\n
I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitude of black birds was
\ncircling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the Lane. I felt no fear, only
\na wild, trembling exultation, like quaking in the fear of God, as I ran up the hill towards, the motionless monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nI scrambled up to the crest of Barnett’s Brickworks, and the Klaartian’s camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the
\nKlaartians – dead… slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things upon
\nthe Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria!<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nDirectly the Invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment – they were doomed!
\nThe torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved… the thousands who had fled by sea – including the one most dear to me, my dearest Rachael- all would return. The pulse of life, growing stronger and stronger, would beat again, and my phosphorus business would go from strength to strength.<\/p>\n
As life returns to normal, the question of another attack from Klaars causes universal
\nconcern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that,
\nacross the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons and even now await their
\nopportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us – but to the Klaartians?<\/p>\n
To be concluded………….<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"BY ARTHUR ALBRIGHT’S GHOST WRITER…. \u00a0Arthur’s premonition dream -as told to me by a little bird. “No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that\u00a0Albright and Wilson’s\u00a0affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds … Continue reading
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
At midnight on the\u00a09th of September, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Klaars
\nand sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
\ntowards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to the Barnett\u00a0pit.
\nAs I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.<\/p>\n
And that’s how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Klaars – bright
\ngreen, drawing a green mist behind it – a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight, and a rotten smell of fish. \u00a0Whitford, the astrologer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.<\/p>\n
“The chances of anything coming from Klaars are a million to one,” he said.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “The chances of anything coming from Klaars are a million to one – but still they<\/span> From the Dudley Port railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil….<\/p>\n \u00a0Next morning, a strangely dressed crowd gathered on the Canal, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when, suddenly, the lid fell off!<\/p>\n Two luminous disc-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge, rounded bulk, larger than A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose, then an invisible ray of heat \u00a0People clawed their way off the Canal, and I ran too. I felt I was being toyed with, Around me, the daily routine of life – working, eating, sleeping – was continuing serenely On Barnett’s Brickworks, the Klaartians continued hammering and stirring, Now and again a light, like the beam of a warship’s searchlight, swept the Canal – and the Heat Ray was ready to follow.<\/p>\n \u00a0In the afternoon, a company of soldiers came through and deployed along the edge of the Causeway, to form a cordon.<\/p>\n That evening, there was a violent crash and I realized with horror that my home was This was the second cylinder.<\/p>\n Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, Langley had still seemed alive. Now suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something – and all that remained was this gaunt quiet.<\/p>\n I looked up and saw a third machine It was erect and motionless, like the others I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitude of black birds was I scrambled up to the crest of Barnett’s Brickworks, and the Klaartian’s camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Directly the Invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment – they were doomed! As life returns to normal, the question of another attack from Klaars causes universal To be concluded………….<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" BY ARTHUR ALBRIGHT’S GHOST WRITER…. \u00a0Arthur’s premonition dream -as told to me by a little bird. “No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that\u00a0Albright and Wilson’s\u00a0affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n
\ncome!”<\/span><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\na bear, rose up slowly, glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slavered
\n– and snake-like tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nleapt from man to man and there was a bright glare, as each was instantly turned to fire.
\nEvery tree and bush became a mass of flames at the touch of this savage, unearthly
\nHeat Ray.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nthat when I was on the very verge of safety, this mysterious death would leap after me
\nand strike me down. At last I reached\u00a0Edgbaston\u00a0and in the dim coolness of my home I wrote an account for my\u00a0paper- The Daily Quake before I sank into a restless, haunted sleep.<\/p>\n
\nas it had for countless years- all\u00a0making\u00a0lots of money for me and the Friends.<\/p>\n
\nsleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the machines they were making.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nnow within range of the Klaartian’s Heat Ray. At dawn, a falling star with a trail of green
\nmist landed with a flash like summer lightning.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nAn insane resolve possessed me I would give my life to the Klaartians, here and now<\/p>\n
\ncircling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the Lane. I felt no fear, only
\na wild, trembling exultation, like quaking in the fear of God, as I ran up the hill towards, the motionless monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nKlaartians – dead… slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things upon
\nthe Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria!<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nThe torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved… the thousands who had fled by sea – including the one most dear to me, my dearest Rachael- all would return. The pulse of life, growing stronger and stronger, would beat again, and my phosphorus business would go from strength to strength.<\/p>\n
\nconcern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that,
\nacross the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons and even now await their
\nopportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us – but to the Klaartians?<\/p>\n