Scenes from the Secret History (The Secret History of the World) by F. Paul Wilson

circle, their bases buried in the sandy soil with their pointed ends jutting skyward and leaning toward each other. 
    “Looks like Godzilla pizza slices,” Eddie said.
    A typical Eddie comment.  If he wasn’t thinking about videogames, he was thinking about food.  But his comment hit the mark: the structure did resemble half a dozen giant petrified pizza slices, crusts down and arranged in a circle.
    A three-foot high wall of headstonelike rectangular slabs ringed the whole thing.
    They marched around it in silence.  One of the triangular megaliths was broken halfway up, but the undamaged points of the remaining five met and leaned against each other at the pyramid’s apex. 
    “Notice, Weez?  Six sides… just like our little pyramid.”
    The gleaming black artifact they’d found in the mound back there would have fit inside a softball. It too had six sides – seven if you counted the base. 
    Weezy nodded but said nothing.  She seemed in a daze, incapable of speech, or even taking her eyes off the pyramid.  Jack thought he knew how she felt: She’d lost a little piece of the Secret History, but found something much bigger.  He felt it too.  The strangeness, the ancient, alien feel to the structure. 
    They came to a broken fence stone.  Without a word, Weezy stepped over it and entered the circle.  Jack followed but Eddie hung back.
    Jack turned to look at him.  “Coming?”
    Eddie looked uncomfortable.  “This whole place is majorly creepacious.”
    Jack agreed, but he put on a smile.  “Don’t worry.  Weezy will protect you.”
    Eddie rolled his eyes and stepped over the broken slab.  “I should know better by now to go anywhere with you guys.  You find dead bodies, you get me locked up in a police car and chased by the cops, but do I learn?  Nooooo.”
    “Look, Jack.”
    Weezy was standing by one of the leaning megaliths, rubbing her hand over the surface.  Her expression was triumphant, beaming vindication. He imagined this was what Percival looked like when he glimpsed the Holy Grail.
    “What have you got?” he said, approaching.
    “Look familiar?”
    With a trembling finger she traced a circle around a faint indentation in the weather-smoothed surface of the stone.  Jack squinted until he could make out the full outline, then he gasped.  Recognition was like a punch in the chest.

    “That’s…that was on our pyramid!”
    She nodded and jumped to the next where she again ran her hands over the surface.  She seemed about to explode.
    “So was this one.”

    Then to the next stone.
    Her voice shook.  “This one too.”

    They were connected.  No question.
    “So…” he managed, swallowing hard as he stepped back for a longer look.  “Is this based on our little pyramid, or was ours based on this?”
    She shrugged.  “Who can say?  No way they’re not connected.  I mean, they’re too much alike.  But our pyramid wasn’t made of stone.”
    Right.  They’d given it to Professor Nakamura who’d had it analyzed at the University of Pennsylvania.  No one there could say what it was made of, but it sure hadn’t been stone.  All they’d been able to say was that it was many thousands of years old – and then it had disappeared.
    Jack stepped up to one of the megaliths and felt its surface.  “Granite?”
    Weezy moved up next to him.  “That’s what it feels like to me. Except…”
    “Except what?”
    “There’s no granite in the Barrens, or anywhere near here.”
    Jack never understood where Weezy got all her information, but he’d learned to believe her.  She wasn’t a bull slinger.
    Eddie joined them, saying, “So that means somebody cut these pizza slices somewhere else, drove them all the way out here, and made a teepee out of them.  What for?”
    Jack was thinking that “teepee” was a pretty good description when Weezy said, “‘Drove’?  I don’t think so.  Can’t you see how old these are?  I’ll bet they were dragged here on