Pinpoint Analysis - Part 23

Updated on February 8, 2019


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental


Les is ushered to the Gate of Eurynomos where he supposedly reunites with his daughter Trista. Here, he witnesses the collection of souls to spend eternity in the Abyss. Trista knows she soon will be one of them. Let's pick it up from there.

Two creatures appeared and Les was ushered to an underwater city. That's when he heard Trista's voice. "Daddy, I'm over here."

Les turned to his left and caught a glimpse of his daughter. He ran to her and held her tight. Then he asked, "Who are these people and what are they doing?"

"They've come to worship and bring sacrifices at the Gate of Eurynomos."

Les's attention was drawn to his left and up. A figure with lighted wings watched over the proceedings. Trista spoke. "That's Eurynomos. He watches over the worship. If he's not pleased with the sacrifice, he immediately devours the worshipper. Fear rules the underworld."

"What could these people possibly have to offer as a sacrifice?" Les wanted to know.

"These people have been stripped of their self-respect. Their wills have been worn down. They are at the very bottom of hopelessness."

"So what can they bring for sacrifice?"

"Their memories, Daddy. Their memories." That's all that's left of them.


"Daddy, come over here. I want to show you something else. " Trista led Les to a giant door that led to an even bigger room. She quietly punched in a code and the door opened. Les couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The room was filled with spaceships, some as high as eight stories. Les noticed one in particular. Beaming from within the spacecraft was a strobe that lit the cavern with every flash. Les noticed another ship nearby. It was being serviced by some very strange creatures, humanoid in appearance, yet so very inhuman.

Les gasped as he tried to speak. "What is this? What are these?

The room now was recognizable to Les as an extremely large repair garage. The strange creatures were running hither and thither performing repairs on one of the spacecraft.

"Daddy, I know you've you've seen the ocean sparkle with light. That's the power of telepathy. That light comes from the strobe within each aircraft. Literally, hundreds are sent up at a time. From high up in the sky, they appear as pinpoints of light flooding the ocean's surface.

"And by the way, Daddy, there are no such things as identified flying objects. The UFOs that are seen in the sky originate down here as USOs - unidentified submerged objects. This isn't the only base, but this is the main one."

Les, who stood at six feet, two inches estimated the creatures to be no taller than five and a half feet. In proportion to the rest of its body, the head was enormous and was elongated. Hugh, wide, soulless eyes looked on. It felt as if they were able to see right through Les.

Trista addressed Les. "Don't worry, Daddy." They can't see you. During a blood moon, humans can't be detected down here. You're safe. I'm safe - at least for now."

Les continued to observe the situation. The color of their skin disgusted Les. The creatures were a gray, but not just gray - transparent gray. Their gray bodies were tinted red from a see-through circulatory system from within. Their oily skin only added to the mix of horror.

As Les grew somewhat accustomed to his surroundings, he asked Trista, "What's this about? What's going on?"

Trista could only remember the first time she saw this scene. She could imagine what was going through her dad's head. "Daddy, this is where the repairs are made on the vehicles. There are other operations that go on here, but this is the main place of action.

"You remember the ones presenting themselves at the Gate of Eurynomos? This is their end. They're reduced to nothing, but manual labor. They have no mind of their own. They just act and react to the environment where they find themselves.

"Look at them. just a small slit for a mouth. They can't even smile. Can you imagine a world where no one smiles? No one laughs. No one ever enjoys a good time. This is that world - misery on a daily basis.

"I brought you here for a reason. This will be your end, too, if you don't come to Christ. They talk about Him all the time down here, but once you reach this point, it's hopeless. There's no turning back. No second chance. It's the final doom."

Les was glad to deliver the news. "Honey, I've taken Jesus as my Savior. I'm assured a place in Heaven because of His sacrifice on the cross. Yes, I deserve this horrible place, but because of Christ's love and mercy, he sought me out and brought me to Himself. I'm okay, but we need to figure out how to get you out of here. Any ideas?"

"Daddy, let me show you another room." Trista and Les walked down a corridor clothed in thick darkness. Sounds of moaning and screams of pain grew louder as they hurried down the corridor. Trista wiped the sweat from her forehead as the temperature continued to climb. In the distance, another large gate could be seen standing out against the perpetual blackness.

As they approached, the heat began to be unbearable. The smells of rotting souls turned Les's stomach. Strange, unearthly gases burned his eyes. The more he wiped the tears, the more his eyes burned.

The huge gate rose high into the emptiness. The heavy iron of the gate glowed a deep red as smoke billowed out from underneath. Every horror movie Les ever watched, every nightmare he ever dreamed, every torture he could imagine was stored at the gate. Worse things were kept inside. Les's senses were overwhelmed.

Trista looked up in her dad's face. "This is the Gate to Hell. This is the final end of all who reject Jesus Christ. It's not a matter of religion. There are a lot of religious people here. It's a matter of the one and only true way. People here talk about Jesus all the time, but it's too late. They say He said He was the only way to escape this place. They say He is the only Truth. Truth is based upon what is fact, not what someone chooses to believe."

What is the truth about heaven and hell?

It was getting late, It was almost time for Abaddon to return. Les had to be gone. The two hurried back. Trista tried to turn the conversation in another direction, but Les broke in. "Honey, you know a little bit about my investigation with Secretary Adams . . ."

"Actually I know more about it than you might think. "I know all about it. Like I said, telepathy."

"Okay. Okay. Listen, I'm going to get you out of here, but I also need to get Mrs. Adams out, too."

"You mean, the secretary's wife?"


"She's not here."

"They already took her?"

"No, Daddy. She was never here. That's what I was trying to tell you. Do you know why Abaddon has launched all these USOs to the skies? Do you know why your pinpoints send their beacons to the heavens? It's because of the US Navy. Their deep water experiments at AUTEC broke open another passage to hell. Could I put it this way? The navy split hell wide open.

"Adams is using you. He's hoping the whole thing can be blamed on you and get the navy off the hook. If you meddle enough, he can point the finger at you. He wants you to continue the investigation, so he asked you to find his wife. Telepathy is great, Daddy! You're being played. So just play along. If they sense you know, you may be in more danger.

"Let's clear up the mystery of the three's before you go, too. Three is a most powerful number down here. It has to do with power and growth. It has to do with manifestation. Most importantly, Daddy, three is the first number to which the meaning "all" was given.

"Satan wants to be all. He uses Abaddon to that end. He derives his power from the number three. The ships are always launched on days of three. July 12th - 1+2=3. July 18th - 1+8=9, but yet nine can be divided by three equalling three. July 21st . . ."

"I get it. I get it. The days the planes and ship went missing."

"Hey, Les. Les. Come help us pull this one in." Hoss yelled through the night air. "Come on, Les." There was no answer.

Deb answered, "Don't lose that tuna. I'll find him.

She turned to the other side of the vessel. Les was laying face down drenched in sweat, not moving.

Questions & Answers

    © 2019 William Kovacic


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      • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

        William Kovacic 

        13 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

        Thanks, Lawrence. Glad to hear you're enjoying it.

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        Lawrence Hebb 

        13 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand


        This gets better and better.

      • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

        William Kovacic 

        14 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

        Thanks. All I know, Lori, is that I'm having fun writing this one. I'm sure you know what I mean!

      • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

        William Kovacic 

        14 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

        I don't know, Eric. I guess we'll see.

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        Lori Colbo 

        14 months ago from Pacific Northwest

        What a compliment from Bill H. I so agree.

      • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

        William Kovacic 

        14 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

        I doubt that very much, Bill, but thanks.

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        Eric Dierker 

        14 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

        Where else would I be right now. Excellent. I wonder if I make it.

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        Bill Holland 

        14 months ago from Olympia, WA

        I may have to stop reading your stories. You are a better storyteller than I am, and I'm getting a complex. :(

      • lifegate profile imageAUTHOR

        William Kovacic 

        14 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

        Thanks, Lori.

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        Lori Colbo 

        14 months ago from Pacific Northwest

        I could see this on the big screen. I love how you pull out all the stops toward the latter end of your stories. Nicely done.


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