The Ufo Silencers: Mystery of the Men in Black (10 page)

Pat says she slammed the door in the man's face. "I got so mad that I turned around to open the door all the way and yell out at him. However, when I looked up and down the hall there was nobody there." Pat couldn't see how it was possible for anyone to have disappeared so fast.

What was the strange Oriental man dressed in? "Well, he had on a suit that was either dark blue or black." She did notice that he had "deeply slanting eyes," more so than any other Oriental person she had ever met.

Disturbed by the quick disappearance of the
midnight
spectre who bid her personal doom, Pat tossed and turned the rest of the night, finding it impossible to shake the thought of what had transpired from her mind. Unable to get a grip on reality, soon after this incident, Patricia Hyde quit her job with the FBI.

The Worst Was Yet To Come!

"I was walking on the street, going back to my apartment one night when this man came up and grabbed my purse. I kind of thought, well, he's going to rob me. He just stood still and dumped the contents of the pocketbook upside down, and when I asked him what he was doing, he said it was none of my business. He searched through everything, throwing my wallet to one side. I knew then he wasn't looking for money, but what was he searching for? Eventually he came across my notebook containing notes on the UFO sightings I had investigated in
Florida
—I still carried it around with me. Finding this he ripped the little pad into many pieces."

Patricia started to protest and with this the man identified himself as a police officer. "I asked him to show me some identification and as I stepped forward to defend my rights as an American citizen, he pushed me aside and then backward. As I made a move towards him, I felt someone else grabbing me from behind and two men took hold of me."

With her hands held tightly behind her back, Patricia was unable to take defensive actions against what she was now certain were muggers. "I was turned around and pushed toward a van at the side of the road with both the front and side doors open. I began to fight with all my might as I realized they planned to abduct me. I knew they weren't police officers as they were dressed in dark clothing and none of them said anything to me, except the first individual who had stated that it was none of my business what he was doing."

Dragged into the waiting van, Patricia was handcuffed and driven around the city for a while. With the doors shut tight and the windows of the van blackened over, it was impossible for her to ascertain where the men were taking her.

"The next thing I knew it was like seven hours later. I don't know what happened during that time and frankly I know we didn't drive around more than 15 minutes. But when we arrived at our final destination, the clock on the wall said
5:00 A.M.
, though it should have been only around
9:00 P.M.
"

Patricia was dragged down a hallway and two other men told her that she was in a hospital because she had tried to commit suicide by jumping out the window at the FBI building. "This I knew was a boldfaced lie, because I hadn't been working there for several weeks and I'd never thought about committing suicide in my entire life."

The men took her into an elevator and they came out in an underground passage somewhere. "My voice echoed in there, and there were trap doors in the ceiling. It sort of reminded me of an old armory. When I got to this one room, they wanted me to drink something, and I told them that I wasn't going to do it and they almost broke my neck making me take this liquid down.

"They threw me in a tiny room after this and untied my hands, which had been bound from the time they had put me in the back of the van. They wanted me to sign a piece of paper, and when I refused, they left me alone and didn't come back till the next day."

Pat woke up the next morning feeling like she had been drugged. "There was a small window near the ceiling which was barred and there was a plant growing up by the window so I couldn't see out to the ground. I went toward the door and it opened when I took hold of the doorknob, so I wasn't locked in. I walked out and there was a man standing in the hallway. I asked him who he was and he said it didn't really matter and he chuckled and said I was in a psychiatric ward. He explained that my doctor had me committed for trying to commit suicide the night before. I told him I didn't have any doctor that I was perfectly well and wanted to go home."

Eventually, Patricia was brought to the head "doctor's" office. "I don't know if he was a foreigner, but he had light-colored hair and sounded German. He said to me, 'I'm your doctor,' and when I asked

what his name was he just told me it didn't matter. He knew who I was, my full name, where I had worked. When he told me I had tried to jump out the fifth story window of the FBI building, I reminded him that all the windows there were barred. With this he looked at me and said, 'You will admit that you tried to kill yourself or you'll never leave here."

Pat says the "doctor" asked her all kinds of questions. "He wanted to know if I had psychic powers, could talk to the dead, if I believed in flying saucers. Something clinked in my mind, and I just looked at him, refusing to speak."

Pat was kept in the same tiny room day after day. She felt she was being brainwashed. "They went through the same quiz regularly and tried to convince me that I had tried to kill myself. I kept denying this and about a week later the doctor put a telephone in front of me and said I could call my mother. 'Tell her to come and get you.'" As Pat reached for the receiver, the "doctor" pulled the phone out of her reach. "But only if you promise not to do any more UFO research.... "

Seeing that it was the only way out of this horrifying situation, Patricia told the man she wouldn't mention the subject ever again. "I called my mother, told her what was going on, but she didn't believe me. Before allowing me to dial my Mom's number, the man had given me an address where he said she could pick me up in
Georgetown
. I said, 'Is this the address of the hospital I'm in?' and he said, 'no,' that they were going to take me somewhere and drop me off."

Patricia's mother took the next plane to
Washington
, got into a cab at the airport and had the driver take her to the designated address. "I had been loaded back into the van and driven around for a while before being taken to the drop off point. When my mother collected me, she commented, 'What is this—it's just a vacant building!'"

"We went to the police station, but they weren't able to help us, other than to confirm that no one had been taken into custody for trying to commit suicide or any other crazy thing."

Doing the only reasonable thing, Patricia's mother took her daughter home, not wishing to recall the incidents that had happened, perhaps on some nether-world on the astral plane. For where could Patricia Hyde have been taken? Who were the men that had tried to prevent her from speaking about flying saucers? Are they agents of the
U.S.
government? Not hardly, for they operate in a totally alien manner. Are they the occupants of UFOs, then?

Perhaps we will never be able to understand what happened to this young woman, what type of spell she was placed under. Maybe many of the tortures she underwent were implanted in her mind by a power so foreign—so sinister—that we had better not get mixed up in the matter.

But until we get to the bottom of this mystery in all probability the Men in Black will return once again—today, tomorrow, in the very near future—and may threaten you or me into silence.

Tucson
's Mysterious Case

A strange story brought to our attention back in 1979 indicated that the mysterious—and deadly sinister—Men In Black had returned to the western part of the country after a long absence.

According to a seemingly sincere
Tucson
,
Arizona
newsboy, Warren Weisman, he was delivering the Arizona Daily Star on
February 19, 1979
, between
5:00
and
6:00 A.M.
when he saw an odd looking object crash into a parked car at the side of the road.

This is the youth's story:

"I was on
Winstel Boulevard
when I saw this 'falling star' come from the sky. It was traveling at great speed and landed about a block away. It smashed the back of a white Volkswagen, throwing off its right rear wheel, rolled off the car and knocked over a mailbox on a post nearby."

The 10-year-old fifth grader said the object was about the size of a microwave oven, was black, shiny, and had lots of "lava-like" holes all around it. Weisman said the object was smoking when he walked over to it.

As he bent over to examine his unusual find, a brown car pulled up and, says the witness, "A skinny man in a brown suit and white shirt got out of the car. He was an FBI-type. He told me, 'Why don't you go ahead and deliver the rest of your papers?'"

As he stood talking to the man, what
Warren
thinks was a Pima County Sheriff's car pulled up alongside the brown car. "I was afraid that the man in the brown suit was going to pull a gun,"
Warren
said. He quickly departed for home to tell his mother about what had happened.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the scene of the "crash" with his mother. "All we found was the tire and the broken mailbox." The smashed car and the smoking object had totally vanished without a trace.

Interviewed later, the boy claimed he had put a small chip from the object into his pocket while looking it over. However, when he got home a little while later, it was gone.

"I don't know what happened to it," he confessed. "I didn't have any holes in my pocket from which it could have fallen to the ground!"

What at first might seem to be a "tall tale" fabricated by a highly imaginative youth has additional verification in that there were other witnesses to the event.

The Arizona Daily Star says that "three counselors who patrol the area while children deliver newspapers saw it fall but didn't see where it hit the ground."

The woman who lives in the house where the mailbox was knocked down, said she and her family assumed someone had hit it with a car. Margaret Pierce said she hadn't heard anything unusual that morning, but around the time
Warren
usually delivers the paper to their house "our dogs just started barking and we couldn't calm them down. They were really upset and that's not like them at all."

Shortly after the incident was reported, the then-active national UFO organization, Aerial Phenomena Research Organization (APRO) got involved in the investigation and tried its best to get to the bottom of what actually happened. Other witnesses who might have seen the object crash were sought. Though final evidence never came forth, Warren Weisman—just like so many others—became one frightened individual, due to a possible visit by a MIB.

Abduction and MIB Incident in
Canada

Another weird account of MIB activity comes our way from Lawrence J. Fenwick and Joseph Muskat, Co-Directors of the Canadian UFO Research Network (CUFORN).

Two different cases involving the abduction of humans by UFO entities in
Canada
occurred pretty much around the same time in August, 1979. The people abducted were a girl of 14 and a man of about 43 years of age. The girl was aboard for 15 minutes, the man for an unknown length of time.

The incidents were investigated by
Canada
's then-largest UFO investigation group, the Canadian UFO Research Network, or CUFORN. The evidence included matted-down grass, residual radiation, physical effects on one abductee, an MIB visit, and an independent observer who saw the UFO moving to the spot where the girl s abduction took place. To this day, the independent observer, a woman, does not know that there was an abduction involved.