Mystery of the Men in Black: The UFO Silencers

by Timothy Green Beckley

  Suddenly the beacon of light flickered out and the object itself got dimmer and dimmer. "The yellow glow faded and then went straight up into the air out of view in a matter of a second or two."

  Pat says she got back into the car, but never got to finish seeing the movie as her mother was too upset and wanted to be taken home. And while Pats mind whirled with the realization that she had been subjected to a very important experience, her mother refused to discuss their sighting, saying that it continued to frighten her. "My Mom even had nightmares about this for a long time afterwards. She would dream

  that they were coming to get her and take her up in the ship or some­thing. In the nightmares I was always standing outside of the car telling them to come on and land."

  Being inquisitive, Pat found herself asking a lot of serious ques­tions. "I sincerely wanted to know what other people had experienced, if there were others beside myself who had encountered such things." The witness went so far as to keep a note book in which she jotted down information derived from interviewing local residents who had also observed UFOs.

  I gathered some really interesting data," Pat proclaims. "There was this one elderly man who had been sitting on his front porch when he looked up in the early afternoon sky and saw what he initially thought was a jet with sunlight shining off it. He watched the object travel across the sky and then it stopped and moved in closer and came down to within a couple of feet of the ground. He told her he was frightened so bad that he almost had a heart attack. He didn't now how to handle the experience so he ran inside to call the police and the Highway Patrol came to his house right away. On their way to talk to him, one of the patrol cars nearly ran off the road, as this strange craft was sitting practically in the middle of the road."

  Like others who have had encounters and contacts with UFOs, Patricia yearned to relate her story to someone who would not think she was crazy. Sometime after her bewildering experience she wrote to a small UFO organization located near her home and that's when the really puzzling chain of events started happening one right after another.

  "I met this man on the street in front our house one afternoon. He said he wanted to talk with me, that he was a reporter who knew what had happened, and was quite interested in UFOs himself. Almost immediately he started talking about all these strange things, UFO propulsion and so forth. He told me he could teach me how to build a UFO and invited me to his house for a demonstration. I thought he was kind of a nut and I got a genuinely eerie feeling about him, so much so that I even avoided shaking hands with this man. He sort of scared me and I never found out for sure how he learned of my inter­est in UFOs. He claimed my mother had run into him one day in the supermarket—she supposedly knew his wife—and when the subject of flying saucers came up in the course of their conversation she men­tioned my sighting. At the time I didn't think too much about this as we lived in a rather small town and most people know one another."

  Pat said she got the impression that the man was evil and meant to "freak me out." He went so far as to indicate that she should refrain from talking about what had transpired at the drive-in theater. "I got the feeling from him that I should keep my mouth shut from now on."

  After the man had visited Patricia several times, a truly peculiar thing occurred which continues to alarm her to this day. "I was in the backyard when I saw this car driving by. I noticed it was a black car and it slowed down as it passed by the house. The car had tinted windows and so I couldn't see inside. The car went around the corner and I returned to working in the garden when I heard the sound of a car engine being gunned as it came around the block. It was the same car and this time it came to a complete stop at the curb and I could see sev­eral faces peering out from behind the darkened glass windows."

  Staring transfixed at the strange vehicle, Patricia's hypnotic gaze was only broken by the sound of the phone ringing inside the house. "I hurried to answer it, anxious to get indoors where I would be safe from whatever was threatening me. I perceived a definite feeling of evil intent about those inside the black car." Lifting the receiver, Pat was startled to hear the voice of the strange man who had come to see her about her sighting. He was screaming, "What are you trying to do to me? Why did you send those men out to run me off the road?" After calming him down, Patricia was able to draw from him the fact that he was out walking when suddenly a car came barreling around the corner, headed directly for him. He had to literally make a dive for the curb, or he would have been struck down and probably killed, since he esti­mated the automobile was traveling at least 70 miles an hour. "As he got up and brushed himself off he said he was able to see inside the car as it drove off and that there were three men in the vehicle. He claimed they were all Oriental looking."

  Interested in getting to the bottom of the mystery, Patricia hung up the phone and decided to drive over to the man's house. She had written the address down in her notebook and had actually gone by several times in her car and had noticed him either in the yard or on the porch. "There wasn't any doubt that he lived there. However, when I got to the house it was locked tighter than a drum." The neighbors told her they hadn't seen signs of anyone around the property for a while, though she found this hard to believe since she had just spoken to the man on the phone minutes before.

  Pat was naturally puzzled by the bizarre sequence of events sur­rounding the strange black car, as well as the disappearance of the strange man who had frightened her. She wasn't at all familiar with the fact that other individuals who have close encounters with UFOs had also gone through similar experiences.

  Life Goes On!

  In the years that followed, Pat left home to join the Navy. Upon leaving the service she moved to Washington, D.C., and got a job working for the FBI as a typist.

  "I want you to understand that I didn't go around talking about my interest in UFOs during working hours," she explained. "There weren't that many people who I felt were open-minded enough to relate my experience to." Patricia pointed out that the federal govern­ment doesn't have the reputation for hiring kooks and so she kept her UFO activities pretty much to herself.

  "Late one night I was already in bed in my small apartment when there was a knock at the door. I got up and cracked the door open only an inch or so, leaving the chain lock in place. There standing in the hall was this Oriental man. At first I didn't think it too strange, because I had an Oriental friend and this man called me by name. But it's what he said next that really shook me up. 'Miss Hyde, you will stop investi­gating flying saucer si' just looked at him kind of funny and said, 'You must be crazy,' because I'm not the type of person to be frightened so easily. Next he said something to the effect, 'I'm telling you, you will!!'"

  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 sig
htings 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 b
y 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.