Paranormal House: Bratislava

The Tomb of the Clactonian King

The phone rang in the office of the Paranormal House, a secret organization that dealt with all kinds of supernatural phenomena. Father Martin, the leader of the Bratislava branch, picked it up and listened to the voice on the other end.

"Hello, Father Martin. This is Professor Novak from the Archaeological Institute. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

"Hello, Professor. What can I do for you?"

"I need your help, Father. We have uncovered something terrible at our latest excavation site. Something ancient and evil. Something that could endanger the whole world."

Father Martin felt a chill run down his spine. He knew Professor Novak was a respected scholar and a friend of the Paranormal House. He had worked with him before on several cases involving ancient relics and artifacts.

"What have you found, Professor?"

"A tomb. A tomb of a prehistoric king. A king of the Clactonians."

Father Martin gasped. The Clactonians were a mysterious and feared civilization that existed in Europe before the Ice Age. They were said to possess dark and powerful magic, and to worship a god of chaos and destruction. They were also said to be extinct, wiped out by a great cataclysm.

"Where is the tomb, Professor?"

"In the Carpathian Mountains, near the border with Romania. We have sealed it off, but we need your expertise to deal with it. There are strange symbols and inscriptions on the walls, and a sarcophagus in the center. We dare not open it, Father. We fear what might lie inside."

"I understand, Professor. I will gather my team and come as soon as possible. Thank you for contacting me."

"Thank you, Father. Please hurry. I have a bad feeling about this."

Father Martin hung up the phone and turned to his colleagues, who were waiting for him in the office. They were a diverse and talented group of religious leaders, each with their own skills and abilities. They were also his friends and allies in the fight against the forces of darkness.

"Sister Anna, Pastor Lukas, Eva, Ibrahim. We have a new mission. Pack your bags. We are going to the Carpathian Mountains."

They looked at him with curiosity and concern.

"What's going on, Father?" Sister Anna asked. She was a Slovak Greek Catholic nun, and the group's medic and healer. She had a gentle and kind personality, but also a strong faith and courage.

"We have been invited by Professor Novak to investigate a tomb of a Clactonian king."

They all gasped. They had heard of the Clactonians, and the horrors they had unleashed upon the world.

"A Clactonian king?" Pastor Lukas repeated. He was an Evangelical pastor, and the group's tech expert and hacker. He was a genius with computers and gadgets, and had a witty and sarcastic sense of humor. He often clashed with Father Martin over theological and ethical issues, but respected him as a leader.

"Yes, Pastor. A Clactonian king. We don't know much about him, except that he was buried in a sarcophagus with unknown symbols and inscriptions. We need to find out who he was, and what he was planning to do."

"And what if he is still alive?" Eva asked. She was a young woman who had no affiliation with any religion, but had a strong interest in the paranormal and supernatural. She was the group's researcher and analyst, and could find and interpret any information related to their cases. She was also a psychic, and could sense and communicate with spirits and other entities. She had joined the group after they had saved her from a demonic possession.

"Then we will deal with him accordingly." Father Martin said. "We have the tools and the knowledge to handle any threat. We have the power of God and the Paranormal House behind us."

He looked at Ibrahim, who nodded. He was a Muslim immigrant, and the group's driver and pilot. He was a former soldier who had served in the Middle East, and had a lot of experience in combat and survival. He was also a master of disguise and infiltration, and could blend into any environment or culture. He had joined the group after they had helped him escape from a terrorist organization that was using dark magic.

"I have the van ready, Father." He said. "We can leave anytime."

"Good. Then let's go. We have no time to waste. The fate of the world may depend on us."

They grabbed their bags and equipment, and followed Father Martin to the van. They drove out of the city, and headed towards the mountains. They did not know what they would find there, but they were prepared for anything. They were the Paranormal House, and they were not afraid. They were the protectors of humanity, and they were ready to face the Clactonian curse.