I worked out in Roswell, New Mexico at Roswell Army Air base and I’m about to reopen up the case. A case that faded out many years ago that many of you aren’t aware of. You see, the Air Force keeps many things from the public. What you see on t.v. is just a fraction of what goes on behind the scenes.
It has been over many decades and I have finally decided to publicly “out” my story if you will. I’d rather you the reader be the judgement for the following events that took place back in 1981. Most of those that I worked for are dead and buried now and I feel safe to tell my story.
I was working at small base located on the Roswell New Mexico ranch. My fellow colleagues and I were in our usual secret bunker trying to capture evidence of a UFO. We were called "Team A." Team A was responsible capturing evidence on film, audio and paper. Then we would label and seal them for the next team to look at. Now back to the story...
Who ever was flying this mysterious aircraft was indeed curious and kept coming back each night. I know what you're thinking “Yeah right.” I thought the same thing to until I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. It did not look round like a spaceship would. It was tiny and had an odd triangle shape to it. At least that was what we could see through our binoculars and night gear.
But what did they want? Our investigation group was concerned that it might have been Russian Aircraft but that was ruled out. Our job was to capture film footage of the event, document and report it. Now mind you technology wasn't that great back then, even for the military.
Sure enough at 1 p.m in the morning it flew over once again. The small triangular aircraft flew uncomfortable close to our little bunker, and I called reported it in as soon as I could take a breather.
The strange thing about the aircraft, was that it made little noise. More like a swooshing sound. Never in my life has anything began to replicate that sound. In fact it made me nauseous. I nearly threw up because I could feel the vibrations of the craft. They were so strong. I felt almost like I was magnetized to the spot. My feet would not move from the bottom of the bunker floor. It was the most strangest feeling any human being could ever experience, not of this world.
My partner Dan was relieved we were finished. "Did you see that son of a gun? That was way too close man!" my partner shouted before he turned off the camera. I agreed with him. I wondered if he noticed the effects of the aircraft as much as I did. He seemed to be shaken up a bit and his face was pouring sweat. We didn't say much. I think we were both in a state of shock and didn't want to look wimpy.
That night I didn't sleep too well. I had visions of whatever that thing was coming back to get me. I woke up multiple times throughout the night and had to take a sleeping pill to get some good rest. One thing I can say is that when you work for the FBI, Secret Service or any other undercover operation you are not allowed to speak about it ever! Not to your wife, not to your friends and especially not anyone who asks what you do for a living. I test rocket engines for NASA was my job alias. If you would pull the records up under my name that is exactly what would be recorded. The government assigns Secret Service phony job titles, names and addresses. This keeps our privacy protected.
At least we had the film footage we needed. Our work was done and little did I know things would get a bit odd in the next few days.
I received a call to come into work on my day off. I knew this had to be pretty big if they needed me aboard the case. I had to look at some pieces of what looked like a very small twisted pieces of metal and try identify them. I trained with NASA Lab Research in the past, which helped me learn how to identify samples. 3 people from from "Team B" were there. My partner was not. We were not told what the samples were from. They were labeled "Found Samples 1/13/81. I felt my stomach sink. That was the day after our discovery of the mysterious aircraft. Did it crash?
Our investigative team leaders were very careful not to give out too much information to my coworkers and I. Their theory was that we do our part of the investigation. That is all. You are to ask no questions or you will lose your job. This was a way to keep workers silent, so that the public would not have the general knowledge of what the upper hand does.
I could not identify the exact metal types. All we could concur was that there was rhodium present mixed with some commonly found metals in asteroids. No exact identification was made. Was this a new type of element we haven‘t yet discovered?
After the grueling 8 hour job was finally done our team was sent home. On the way driving out, I noticed something odd. Another bunker that was always securely locked up happened to have one of it's gates swinging open. Behind those gates were metal doors.
No one was around to notice. Either Someone failed to lock the gate properly or someone tried to bust it open. This was a big no no in the government field. I figured the first answer made more sense. So I pulled up to take a look. I stepped out of my vehicle and ran up to the gate that was swung open. I stepped up to check the door behind it figuring it would be locked. To my surprise it was not.
I knew I wasn't allowed in any other bunkers and I started to turn away, but I knew no cameras were facing the direction I was in. That I knew of. At least I had hoped. I took my mini pocket light out and flicked it on. I decided to take a little peep and in I went. I followed the small set of concrete stairs which let into a huge room. I careful not to trip. After all, a penlight does not give off much light.
When I shined my mini light a huge metal desk was revealed with a sealed manila envelope laying on top. Two of the desk drawers had busted locks. Someone definitely came in here angry. What the hell were they looking for or who?
I looked around the desk with my light.The only thing that remained were the evidence tags laying on the floor. These tags were not like the tags we used to label our evidence during the investigation. The tags had a bunch of jumbled up numbers that I could not read clearly even if I tried.
The next thing I found odd was a pair of handcuffs lying under the desk. I picked them up and noticed the oddest thing. They were magnetized. The handcuffs stuck to each other like glue. I had never seen such a thing in my life. What's the purpose of magnetized handcuffs?
Was someone held here for questioning? What went on in this secret little bunker? I thought I heard a rattling coming from deeper in the bunker. There was no way I was going any further. What if that person or thing was still in here and I interrupted their break in. I knew one thing, I was getting the hell outta there!
Something made me grab that manila envelope and run. I knew if I would have got caught with it I would lose my job for theft. Up the stairs and to my car leaving the door swinging wildly open behind me I climbed into my car and took off. It was very unprofessional.
The guard at the gate noticed the funny look on my face. "Rough day?" he joked. I made a stupid joke and showed him my ID and he let me back out.
When I got home I opened the envelope and here's what I found. A torn up piece of paper that had looked to be put through a shredder. I managed to scotch tape it back up to read it. It read the following...
Case #89221 Translated Interview 1/14/81
Holding Time 0300
Translator [Redacted]
-Species determined to be non-invasive
-Species looks to be human except for grey skin and much larger orbitals
-Species teeth are canine-like 64 total. Teeth overlap each other. (molars and premolars are non-existent)
-Species is fluent of all languages (roughly 6,500)
-Species claims that life span of it's kind ranges over hundreds of years. Specialized pods are used for hibernation after species reaches 100 years. Species hibernates for aprox 60 days renew memory, body, muscles and telekinesis powers.
- Species does not like artificial lighting and cannot tolerate direct UV rays and claims it suppresses its immune system.
-Species lives on [Redacted] in [ Redacted] and thrives well. Species claims human beings cannot tolerate living on [Redacted] because of their genetics.
I returned to work the next day. I was a bit nervous that my sneaky little move would have me fired or worse. No one mentioned anything missing, but I did notice that bunker was well locked up when I drove by. It looked like a new lock was put on.
My partner Dan in the office with me. We we doing some technical repairs, filing paperwork and chit-chatting a bit. It was more of an off day because we were finished with the investigation. Our part was finished and it was back to general work until the next big thing came up.
Til this day I still wonder what happened in that bunker. Did someone or something break in and try to destroy evidence. What about the mysterious aircraft? Did it crash? These thoughts puzzle me from time to time. I have never found any answers or explanations. It was a very long time ago.
As I sit here in my recliner telling you this story, the manila envelope is sealed and locked up in a very secret place. An unidentified piece of evidence that still remains, yet lost in time and space.
Submitted December 20, 2018 at 01:20AM by unknown_writer_00 https://ift.tt/2QGI1Sr
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