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Chapter 1: What happened during the guard duty at Fort Hood?
Fort Hood is a very large military base, probably one of the largest by land area in the United States. The main base, where you find all the buildings and motor pools full of vehicles and so forth, is simply called Fort Hood. It is on the south end of the overall land that comprises Fort Hood, and just outside its gates is the town of Killeen.
Most of Fort Hood is wilderness, training areas for soldiers and a large impact area for the artillery units that have to train with their cannons.
at the far northern end of the base there is a small complex called north fort hood it takes about thirty or forty minutes to drive from the main base up to north fort hood in the early nineties there was not much in the way of buildings or infrastructure at north fort hood the unit i was assigned to had to calibrate a piece of equipment which required it to be set up and left in place for about a week while the calibration took place
I'm not going to get into the details about this equipment, as it's not vital to the story. What's important is that we had to set this equipment up at North Fort Hood during the process. During the day, some soldiers were there working on calibrations, but at night we obviously weren't just going to leave this expensive equipment unguarded.
So every night we would leave two soldiers with the equipment to keep an eye on things and make sure nothing happened to it. it was very easy duty by every measure there was a tent to stay in and plenty of food soldiers who stayed the night got the next day off basically we would sit in the tent play cards or some other game and just keep an eye on things it was basically camping
I volunteered to take a Thursday night as my turn at guard duty because I had vacation, leave time, starting the following Monday. My rationale was simple. Take guard duty on Thursday night, get Friday off, and start my leave time early. It was myself and another young soldier who was a friend of mine. We were both just kids. I had just turned 21, and I believe he was 19 or so.
Keep in mind that this was 1992. So while cell phones did exist, they were by no means as prolific as they are now. It was pretty rare to see someone with a cell phone, and if you did, it was usually in a big leather carrying bag. We called them bag phones, and they were very expensive. Needless to say, neither of us had a cell phone. Why is that important?
Because we were dropped off for guard duty around 5pm, everyone else left, and we had no vehicle or way to communicate with anyone. We were entirely alone if anything happened. And of course, we weren't expecting anything to happen. It was, after all, very easy duty. Watch the equipment, play some cards, eat some chow, no problem.
We were sitting in the tent when the first winds started to pick up, and I noticed storm clouds moving in from the west. Whoever had set up that hex tent apparently had no interest in doing it properly, because as the winds got worse, the tent leaned as though it might fold at any moment. Clearly, we were about to get hit with a pretty severe thunderstorm.
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Chapter 2: What terrifying experience did the soldier encounter?
This falls under the first general order, and anyone who has ever been in the army knows what I mean. We secured ourselves in the shelter while the storm passed, and it was a typical Texas frog strangler to be sure. Miraculously, the tent did not blow over, and I was surprised by that. Still, we decided to stay in the back of the truck until dawn, as we had already moved one of our cots inside.
We finally lay down at about 10pm, and it was very quiet. This is a very remote area, and while we were in a clearing next to a runway, there were no buildings nearby. All around this airstrip was just woods. Today there are buildings there. I have looked at the location on Google Maps, but back then, there was nothing. We had left the door of the shelter slightly open for two reasons.
The shelter had no power running to it, so there was no airflow. Shutting the door would have left us susceptible to carbon monoxide. We needed to be able to hear what was going on outside. We decided to take turns getting some rest, although we'd been told we were allowed to sleep if we wanted to. We were still on base and there was absolutely no reason to expect that anything would happen.
My friend was on the cot by the shelter door and I was on the floor at the other end. I felt like I had just dozed off when I was shaken violently awake. It was my friend and as I sat up, he was pulling the shelter door closed and trying to put a lock on it by using the light from his wristwatch.
he was obviously very upset and scared it was the kind of fear that cannot be faked this was primal fear i kept asking him what was wrong and he finally managed to tell me that something had grabbed him by the foot and tried to pull him from the shelter
my first thought was that he had dozed off and had a nightmare he insisted that he had not and even stated that whatever grabbed him had said to him we'll be back for you then let him go as he was shaking me awake i wasn't sure if it was a prank or not but my gut instinct was that he was petrified his hands were shaking as he tried to lock the shelter door so there had to be some truth to it
i told him we couldn't leave the door closed because of carbon monoxide i was the higher ranking soldier so technically i was in charge he refused to stay by the door if it was going to be open even a little bit so i agreed to switch places with him I opened the door just a couple of inches and lay down on the cot, still believing he had just had a really bad nightmare.
He was on the floor at the other end of the shelter. Within a few minutes, some pretty strange things began to happen. We heard scratching sounds on the shelter, on the sides, on the top, and on the front where the cab of the truck was. A few times the door moved ever so slightly but never opened.
Needless to say, by this time, I was convinced that something or someone was definitely outside, and both of us were pretty scared. I reached to the end of the cot I was on, and pulled out the metal crossmember that gives it tension. Then I felt around under the cot and found a wooden handle to a pickaxe.
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Chapter 3: What did the soldier and his friend find outside the shelter?
I'm only giving this bit of exposition so people can understand my psych history, as well as my mental state, etc. At the start of July, I got this uncontrollable impulse to go camping in Stargaze. I never go camping alone. I haven't been in around four years, and had no camping gear whatsoever. But I wanted to go for some reason.
So I researched some good dark sky spots in Utah, found a cute little campground about four hours into the desert, and reserved the last spot available for a week from that day. I bought all my stuff the day before, and I'm horrible at planning and time management, so by the time I arrived at the campground, the sun was already going down.
I had also forgotten my charger, and realized I had to make my 60% battery last until I could make it back to the city the next day. There was no service out there, so that seemed easy enough. My entire goal was to chill in my hammock chair all night and stargaze anyway, so all I needed was some music for that.
I specifically chose the night of a new moon for this, so I knew I had to get my tent set up and situated ASAP before the sun went down. There were a lot of other people there, but most were families with kids getting ready for bed. I could hear parents reading scripture to their kids before bed, Mormons, and could see others reading on Kindles and stuff before sleeping.
By the time everything was set up, it was about 10pm. Almost at once, everyone turned their lights off and went to sleep. This really weirded me out at first because it was the perfect night for stargazing. I didn't see a single other person setting up a chair to stargaze, any telescopes, or even just someone outside their tent looking up. Everyone was either already asleep or going to sleep.
I gave it some more thought, and figured they all probably just wanted to wake up before, or with the sunrise, because we were in the desert. Sleeping in wouldn't exactly be a pleasant experience when you're getting cooked alive, I imagine. I work night shift, so staying up was not an issue in the slightest. At this point, the only people I could see who were awake were myself.
a family at the campground vaguely near me reading scripture and a whole mess of people at the bathroom my tent is located at the far side of the campground so to my left is nothing but desert and cliff in front of me is the bathroom about one hundred feet or so away two other campgrounds about three hundred feet away and more desert and sky
To my right and behind me is the rest of the campground. There's another bathroom on the far side of the campground behind me to the right, which is probably around 700 and 900 feet away. These two bathrooms are the only source of any light in the campground, aside from a few people who are using their flashlights to come to and from the bathroom. Like I said earlier, I'm a weirdo.
I won't deny that, which honestly makes telling this story to others hard. My goal out here was to grieve and move on from a lot of loss I experienced a year ago. A lot of bad stuff happened in my life, and I lost a lot of loved ones as a result. Sometimes a good mushroom trip can really help someone find a lot of closure when it comes to grief. So that was my only goal for this trip.
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Chapter 4: What was the UFO sighting in the San Bernardino Mountains?
I'm convinced that what happened to me in the desert was not a product of the drugs, but merely happened to me while I was tripping. It would have been the same had I not been on psychedelics. But that's just my opinion. I definitely do invite skepticism otherwise. So yeah, I'm coming up and ready to stargaze.
I have to pee though, and all these people hanging out around the bathroom are making me nervous. No one else is awake that I can see now. No lights are on, or tents open anywhere around me. The only people still awake are all over by the bathroom. I eventually cave and just head over there and do my thing. No one bothers me or says anything, luckily.
i start walking back to my chair my spot is pretty close to the bathroom if i walk from the front of it in a straight line in the dark i will without fail hit my tent after about twenty-five seconds of walking because it's that easy i don't bother using my flashlight Plus, saving my phone battery for the drive out is still my priority.
I'm walking through the dark when I see the outline of my hammock chair, and a person standing right next to it staring at it. I freeze and stare at them. I'm super confused as to why this person is in my campsite. standing alone in the dark, just staring at my chair. Maybe they're curious about it. I don't know. It's weird as hell.
I wave at them, but they don't notice, so I move a little closer, and I guess the sound of my footsteps alerted them to my presence because they shot their head up toward me, took around three steps in my direction, backed up about six steps,
flashed a bluish flashlight in my eyes, and fast walked away from me toward another person I hadn't noticed, someone else standing in the dark about 15 feet away. The two of them stood next to each other, shining their blue flashlights at their feet. Then they both moved around me toward the bathroom and disappeared into the women's restroom. Weird, right?
I thought so, standing there all terrified like a dumb idiot. I rationalized that maybe the first person was waiting for their friend to catch up or something. I sat down and finally put on some good music in my headphones and just melted into the beautiful show playing in the sky above. It's now around 11.30pm to midnight and there are still people messing around near the women's restroom.
It's really distracting at this point and bugging me a lot because it's right in my line of sight. They just keep waving their flashlights around and coming in and out, but they never seem to go anywhere. They'll walk out of the restroom, turn their lights off, and just walk into the dark without their lights to guide them.
Usually they either walk behind the bathroom where I can't see them, or off to the left side, into the dark where there are no campsites. I notice someone is standing next to me. I tear my headphones out and jerk my head to the right. There is a silhouette of a person standing about seven feet from my chair. I am frozen and spooked pretty bad.
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Chapter 5: How did the UFO sighting impact the narrator's life?
The things we talked about were rather personal, so I won't go into too much detail. I asked them about the jets, whether that was us, and if we're trying to find them. They said yes. I thought, we aren't smart enough to find you guys. They said, no, you are smart, you just aren't creative. They said they are scared of us too, but are much more aware of us than we are of them.
They want to know us more, but it's hard, too much complication. They cited me running and hiding as proof. I said, that's natural. I'm still an animal with a nervous system hardwired for survival. Something new and unknown is going to do that to people, no matter how rational they try to stay. They said they liked me because I was honest about the fear. They were scared too.
They want freedom, and they want that for us as well, but they aren't quite sure what to do, or at least they wouldn't tell me. Whenever I asked their name or why they were here, they deliberately ignored me. They also seemed to get a kick out of messing with me, citing that as a reason for this encounter. They did one thing that I really liked.
They showed me that they have always cared and always will. It's hard to describe the feeling they gave me, but it really was unconditional love. They called me family and kept expressing their love for me, telling me that I chose this. I didn't fully get that part. When they said it, a bunch of memories from my childhood flooded in, but I'm still struggling to draw any connections.
After a while, of course, I had to pee again. I did, and nothing happened. I went back into my tent to eat some trail mix and record an audio note of what we'd just talked about so I could remember as much as possible. I noticed the time on my phone said something like 11 a.m. My phone has never messed up like that before or changed the time on me. It was a little validating to see, to be honest.
It was very clearly the middle of the night, not 11 a.m. I left the tent and they messed with me some more. More orbs in the trees, lights going off in the bathroom. Eventually, 5 a.m. came and they were gone. The sun came up and I headed home. There are a lot of details I skipped over, as this post is already way too long, but there you have it. Like I said, I don't expect anyone to believe me.
I invite the skepticism, honestly, because I was under the influence of a psychedelic substance. I do have to say, out of the hundreds of trips I've had, I've never experienced something like this before or since. I truly believe that these events happened, and that the drugs were not responsible for their inception whatsoever. What to take away from it, I'm not sure.
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Chapter 6: What strange events occurred during the camping trip?
It was amazing, and I want to meet them again. I am extremely humbled now. I believe in other beings again, and I have this sense of family and home in myself I've never quite had before. Has anyone out there met them too? I'd love to hear your story if so, and to let you know you aren't alone in your experience. They are out there, and they do exist.
It didn't feel right from the moment we stepped off the trailhead and into the forest. Don't get me wrong, I've hiked before, nothing crazy, just a few weekend trips. But something about Blackwood Reserve didn't feel right. The air was dense, heavy in a way that made it hard to breathe, even before we'd started the climb.
The trees were unnaturally tall, their bare branches tangled like veins against the overcast sky, and the wind carried a faint, metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat. I told myself it was nothing, just nerves, but that gnawing unease wouldn't go away. The others didn't seem to notice. Mike, my roommate, was up ahead, joking with Rachel and Zoe about how much he'd overpacked.
Tom and Clara, the guides, led the group, their calm, practiced demeanor a stark contrast to the rest of us fumbling with our gear. I hung back, my pack heavier than it should have been, my eyes darting to the shadows between the trees. We'd been hiking for hours when the path opened into a clearing. Here we are, Tom announced, dropping his pack and gesturing around.
The campsite wasn't much, a patch of uneven ground surrounded by trees, with just enough space for us to pitch our tents. The forest pressed in close, a solid wall of black trunks and tangled undergrowth, making the clearing feel smaller than it was. We spread out to set up camp, each claiming a spot. I picked a patch of ground at the edge of the clearing, close to the tree line. Big mistake.
The forest was quieter here, the usual buzz of insects and birds replaced by an oppressive silence. Even the wind barely stirred the trees. I focused on pitching my tent, trying to ignore the prickling sensation crawling up my neck. Hey Jonah, you good? Mike called, his voice cutting through the stillness. Yeah, I lied, not looking up, just tired. The truth was, I knew we were being watched.
Every time I glanced at the tree line, I swore I saw something move, a flicker of shadow, the quick dart of something too fast to track. I kept telling myself it was my imagination, that my eyes were playing tricks in the fading light. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature had plummeted. We huddled around the fire, eating dehydrated meals and swapping stories.
But even the flickering flames couldn't chase away the cold. The fog rolled in thick and fast, curling around the trees like skeletal fingers. It muffled everything, the crackle of the fire, our voices, even the distant rustle of the forest. Ever hear the stories about this place? Clara asked, breaking the uneasy silence. Tom shot her a look, but she shrugged. What? They're just stories.
What stories? Rachel asked, leaning closer. People say the forest is strange, Clara said, her voice low. Things go missing out here, people, animals. They say the forest takes them. Okay, creepy, Zoe muttered, laughing nervously. Relax, Clara said, waving it off. It's just local folklore. Every place like this has its ghost stories.
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