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article, the most recent one? Having found it, however, she was disappointed, as the last article proved to be nothing about the Loch Ness Monster. Dated 7 May 1986 and in the Inverness Courier , it appeared to be about a local child, Lena Cook, who had gone missing, and there was an appeal to the community for information.
A creak on the stairs made Vanessa jump guiltily. She closed the box quickly and shut the cupboard doors as quietly as possible. She waited, but the footsteps continued past her door without hesitation and she heard another door close down the corridor. Vanessa felt a tightness in her chest. Asthma or panic? She sat on the side of the bed again and tried to breathe evenly; she hadnât had an asthma attack in about five years. Her mind was racing but her eyes kept being drawn back to the closed cupboard doors. What else would she find in there?
This time she looked at the piles of canvases stacked on the floor. They were all facing inwards. She would need to move a couple of things in front of them to be able to turn them around and get a proper look. Maybe they were all blank on the other side. She paused a moment, undecided about moving things. This was serious snooping. She would absolutely hate anyone, especially a stranger, rearranging her personal stuff.
When she turned the first and the largest canvas around, the shock was so great that she actually dropped it. The thud was soft enough but she was terrified someone had heard it and would come to investigate. When there was no sound, she picked it up again and held it tightly. Her hands were shaking.
The colours and light were exactly as she had seen them, but the detail of Nessieâs face was much clearer â smooth skin and almost seal-like eyes. They were intelligent eyes, but she looked anxious, even threatened, Vanessa thought. But it was the monk in the cowl that really spooked her. That had been her dream, hadnât it? Who had painted it and when had they done it? Perhaps she had walked in her sleep the first night, saw the picture and then dreamt about it the second night? It sounded ridiculous to her, but then the alternative was even more unbelievable.
CHAPTER 15
On 22 July 1933, when Mr and Mrs Spicer were returning home after a holiday in Scotland, their car nearly hit a huge creature as it slithered across the road into the loch. The âprehistoric animalâ as Mrs Spicer described it, was very ugly: about 6 to 8 feet long with a tall neck and a high back. In a letter to the Inverness Courier published in 1933, Mr Spicer said:âWhatever it is, and it may be a land and water animal, I think it should be destroyed, as I am not sure, if I had been quite so close to it, whether I should have cared to tackle it. It is difficult to give you a better description, as it moved so swiftly and the whole thing was sudden. There is no doubt it exists.â
Vanessa turned over the rest of the canvases quickly and positioned them in a circle around her. They were all different images of Nessie moving through the water. Her skin was generally a charcoal grey but in some pictures, it had a definite green tinge. The fins looked similar to a whaleâs, except for the second smaller set of fins at the back. Maybe they were the residual limbs of a sea mammal that was also once a land creature. The elongated tail and neck were more like that of the deep-sea eel. Perhaps their theory had been right after all, and Nessie was some form of deep-sea-adapted mammal. Well, why not? The beaked whale lives in deep oceans and can dive to 1,000 feet.
Vanessa whooped quietly for joy and the intensity of her excitement made her feel if as she might explode in the confines of the small cupboard. Suddenly, she felt very sure about Nessie â she was a sea creature that came into the loch when she was small and got trapped. Thatâs why the real sightings only happened after the building of the Caledonian Canal. She had seen Nessie
A creak on the stairs made Vanessa jump guiltily. She closed the box quickly and shut the cupboard doors as quietly as possible. She waited, but the footsteps continued past her door without hesitation and she heard another door close down the corridor. Vanessa felt a tightness in her chest. Asthma or panic? She sat on the side of the bed again and tried to breathe evenly; she hadnât had an asthma attack in about five years. Her mind was racing but her eyes kept being drawn back to the closed cupboard doors. What else would she find in there?
This time she looked at the piles of canvases stacked on the floor. They were all facing inwards. She would need to move a couple of things in front of them to be able to turn them around and get a proper look. Maybe they were all blank on the other side. She paused a moment, undecided about moving things. This was serious snooping. She would absolutely hate anyone, especially a stranger, rearranging her personal stuff.
When she turned the first and the largest canvas around, the shock was so great that she actually dropped it. The thud was soft enough but she was terrified someone had heard it and would come to investigate. When there was no sound, she picked it up again and held it tightly. Her hands were shaking.
The colours and light were exactly as she had seen them, but the detail of Nessieâs face was much clearer â smooth skin and almost seal-like eyes. They were intelligent eyes, but she looked anxious, even threatened, Vanessa thought. But it was the monk in the cowl that really spooked her. That had been her dream, hadnât it? Who had painted it and when had they done it? Perhaps she had walked in her sleep the first night, saw the picture and then dreamt about it the second night? It sounded ridiculous to her, but then the alternative was even more unbelievable.
CHAPTER 15
On 22 July 1933, when Mr and Mrs Spicer were returning home after a holiday in Scotland, their car nearly hit a huge creature as it slithered across the road into the loch. The âprehistoric animalâ as Mrs Spicer described it, was very ugly: about 6 to 8 feet long with a tall neck and a high back. In a letter to the Inverness Courier published in 1933, Mr Spicer said:âWhatever it is, and it may be a land and water animal, I think it should be destroyed, as I am not sure, if I had been quite so close to it, whether I should have cared to tackle it. It is difficult to give you a better description, as it moved so swiftly and the whole thing was sudden. There is no doubt it exists.â
Vanessa turned over the rest of the canvases quickly and positioned them in a circle around her. They were all different images of Nessie moving through the water. Her skin was generally a charcoal grey but in some pictures, it had a definite green tinge. The fins looked similar to a whaleâs, except for the second smaller set of fins at the back. Maybe they were the residual limbs of a sea mammal that was also once a land creature. The elongated tail and neck were more like that of the deep-sea eel. Perhaps their theory had been right after all, and Nessie was some form of deep-sea-adapted mammal. Well, why not? The beaked whale lives in deep oceans and can dive to 1,000 feet.
Vanessa whooped quietly for joy and the intensity of her excitement made her feel if as she might explode in the confines of the small cupboard. Suddenly, she felt very sure about Nessie â she was a sea creature that came into the loch when she was small and got trapped. Thatâs why the real sightings only happened after the building of the Caledonian Canal. She had seen Nessie
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