Reptilian Encounter in the Nevada Desert By Cherry Hinkle

Here is another one of Cherry Hinkle's Encounters.

Reptilian Encounter in the Nevada Desert       PHOTOS OF MY SCULPTURE, I CREATED THIS REPTON HEAD MANY YEARS AGO AFTER MEETING A REPTILIAN MAN IN THE NEVADA DESERT.

 Henderson Nevada

The city of Las Vegas and well-known Las Vegas Strip with is their glittering casinos, as well as the communities of North Las Vegas and Henderson, fills this crowded desert Nevada valley.

Black Mountain looms over the desert community of Henderson, situated on the east slopes of the valley. That dark mountain is the home of many television towers and other towers on the top. It is the home of mines and caves that pock the sides of Black Mountain.

Today, there are businesses and homes, and a freeway that cut into the slopes of that mountain, but in the middle of the 1970’s just open desert from the middle of town to the mountain. More open undisturbed miles of desert until sparkling Las Vegas. With the building boom, homes and businesses crowd the once open desert.

In 1977, every kid in town knew the rules - do not climb or play on that mountain. All parents understood of the constant danger of the deep open mines and caves, but danger lures the younger set, and several deaths occurred on the slopes of Black Mountain.

It was on a pleasant day, and my thirteen-year-old son Marc and his friend Harry, roamed in the empty desert between my house, and the forbidden Black Mountain. Being adventurous boys, the chance to explore a cave and carry back a rock or two, and a lifetime of memories is enough to break the rules.

They hiked maybe the scant one mile across the desert and climbed the little hills in front of Black Mountain. On the backside of one of the little hills, Marc and Harry located a cave.  They had to squirm into the narrow opening, and belly crawl through the cave to the larger room and turned on their small pocket flashlights. They saw a circular room roughly nine feet across. Near the back wall, they spotted a large deeper hole. They found several large branches that someone had dragged a couple large branches about a mile from closest tree, and tossed the branches into the hole creating a makeshift ladder to climb down into the lower pit.

The pit was roomy, with a short annex. Occasional debris littered the rocky floor, like a tin can or two, a battered teen magazine perched on a small outcrop of rock that served as shelf. The boys explored to main cave, then turned their attention to the short tunnel or annex.

Sounds carry in a cave, and the walls slightly vibrate if a loud voice reverberates throughout the small room. It was then, that the boys heard the sounds of a voices and maybe the distance humming of machines. Intrigued by the thought of they were mining nearby, the boys went a deeper into the tunnel. On the far end, they found a rusty metal door, and near the door a strange metal rod. The one-foot rod was lightweight and resembled aluminum, with a cap on one end and a few strange engravings on one side.

Marc weaved the rod in the belt loops of his jeans, focused the beam of his flashlight on the door, and tried the doorknob. He discovered a strong bolt secured the door from the reverse side. Harry shook the doorknob and pounded on it a few times. Startled, the boys heard the sound or guttural harsh voices talking, and the certain sound of approaching footsteps. They suddenly felt a wave of fear, knowing they were inside a forbidden cave, weaponless, and an angry animalistic growling voice attempted to open to the door any second.

Marc, the taller of the two, pushed Harry up the makeshift ladder and scrambled up the wood branch to the upper level of the cave. They heard the metal door clank and squeak loudly as the door it opened. The boys crawled as quickly through the narrow tunnel, and outside, the stood up and ran about the distance of a city block away from the cave entrance. They laughed at their dirty hands and faces, relieved the escaped from and the unknown man with harsh voices in the cave. They looked at the strangely engraved rod, trying to figure out what language might include circles, ovals, swirls and triangles.

Without a warning, they heard a loud threatening growl.  Harry and Marc looked back at the cave entrance and to their horrified eyes; they watched as a very large greenish humanoid struggled to force his big body out of narrow cave.  The boys screamed and started running down the slope of the hill, running top speed!  They didn’t look back until they were near my back yard. They slowed down, breathing hard and glanced back to the mountain.

To their shock and fear, the huge humanoid was trotting towards them! They started screaming again put on a burst of speed and ran into the house; Marc locked the door screaming “MOM! MOM! Help us Mom! He's going to get us!”  Alarmed, I ran into family room, and both boys threw their arms around me, crying. They both were shaking, not just their hands, but also their entire body shook!  Wet tears left muddy tracks across their cheeks. Marc begged, “Don’t open the door Mom, he going to get us!”

Meanwhile, Harry added, “He is big, and looks mean! Don’t open that door – please, please, don’t open that door!” Instantly I was furious with the man that generated such terror these young boys!  At thirteen, boys are usually trying to impress everyone how brave they can be, so I know it took a lot of nerve to admit that much fear. 

“Boys, you go get a drink of water and let me go talk to this man,” I suggested, but they tightened their grip on me, screaming “NO, NO, NO!  That guy will kill you! He is not a man! Don’t go out there Mom!” 

I managed to coax one arm free from each boy.  I looked into their worried eyes. “Boys - nobody is going to kill anybody, and you know I won’t allow anyone hurt you! Now - what do you mean he is not a man? It’s a woman that is threatening you?”

“No Mom, it’s a man, sort of, he looks like a man, but his face looks like a snake or YEAH, like a lizardman! He’s ugly and he doesn’t wear anything. He’s naked, except a wide belt with stuff on it.” 

I stared at my son, imagining some teenager wearing a Halloween costume. I laughed a little, and said, “Boys, it was just someone playing a joke on you!”

Both boys started protesting again, both talking at the same time. I could hear the panic in their voices rising again, and finally Harry said, “That guy couldn’t be wear any costume, he could barely squeeze himself out of the cave, he would have ripped he costume into pieces!” 

 “What cave? Did you go boys up on Black Mountain even when you knew the danger?” I asked.

“Mom – listen to me, it was a lizardman and he was naked. I’ve never seen a costume that shows EVERYTHING, he was naked Mom, and it was NOT a costume! You know what I mean Mom?”

With difficulty, I untangled myself from the tight grip boys, and looked out the window. I peered carefully out the widow expecting the spectacle of a lizardman, but nothing moved, not a child, not a man and no lizardman.  I reassured the boys the danger is in the past and the man was long gone. 

It was at that point, I noticed Marc was holding a strange metal rod. “What do you have in your hand son?” Marc glanced at the rod and threw it on the floor as if it would burn his hand. I leaned to pick it up but Harry grabbed my arm, warning it was dangerous, maybe a weapon.  I picked it up reminding them they carried it from the mountain safely all that time, so it couldn’t be too dangerous.

The rod was approximate one and a half inch across, maybe a foot long with a slight indentation at one end and a plain gray cap on the other.  I looked at the bizarre symbols engraved in a three-inch section of the rod. It was just symbols, from spirals, circles of different sizes, a few triangles, and a few unknown symbols.  There were no levers or buttons, and the cap at the end didn’t seem to move.  The rod, with its professionally created symbols and smooth to the touch, I knew it was not a toy, but nothing I recognized.

It was late afternoon, and the long shadows cast ominous shapes in the yard, I knew Harry was still too nervous to walk home alone. Marc and I walked the distance of two houses and made sure he was safe inside before we walked home.

That night, Marc was still nervous, peeking out the curtains often, expecting the worse.  Marc played Scrabble with his sisters, anything to keep his mind busy.  Near midnight, we went to bed.

It must have been around two in the morning when Marc shook me whispering harshly that someone is trying to get into his bedroom window.  I hoped it was just a nightmare, or his nerves were still on edge. Quietly we slipped into his bedroom and listened to the sounds of scraping at the window edge!  He was not mistaken – in the light of the moon I could make out the silhouette head and shoulders of a man. 

I was alone with my four kids, no husband to protect us, so I grabbed my flashlight; suddenly tossed the curtains open to face the man. There was a glare from the flashlight on the window, but past glare that I could clearly see a large head with ridges on the top, other ridges on his cheekbones, and the glow of golden eyes.  Marc and I stood still, unmoving, both fear and shock kept us frozen. The lizardman didn’t move either, his hand still poised in his attempt pry the window open. He hand was large, with webbed rough, gnarly looking fingers, with powerful claws.

After a couple minutes, not seconds, but long agonized minutes with our hearts pounding I knew I had to do something. One hand still holding the flashlight beam on his face and  my eyes still locked into those golden eyes, I fumbled around in the dark with my other hand, hoping to find something to use as a weapon, is needed. He glanced at my hand, looked back into my eyes. He turned his head a little, as if he was asking a questioning, he slightly opened his lipless lips, displaying four of his pointed teeth, and suddenly he turned and ran off into the desert.

Marc suddenly closed the curtains, grabbed my hand and led my shaking legs to the edge of his bed. We sat there for a few silent minutes. We just sat there, trying to comprehend the incredible event, with little success. We started talking at the same time, and started checking the doors and windows repeatedly. His sisters were completely awake by then, and we all talked all night, going from windows to doors until full sunlight.

Later in the morning, we decided the reason the lizardman was breaking in the house was to reclaim that metal rod. Marc and I hiked back to the cave and placed the strange rod beside the cave entrance. 

The lizardman never again attempted to enter this house, and for that, I am relieved.

After a few days, I went outside and looked at that window. It was then that I found that that bottom edge of that window is close to six feet high from the ground. It was a shock to realize the lizardman must have been very tall, over seven feet tall! Inside the windows are high, but about five feet high, from outside there is no way no one could look through this window – unless they were extremely tall.

This event is real.  “Harry” is not the real name, but since I have been unable to locate him and ask permission, I used a pseudo name.  Marc’s name is real, and he was my only son. Marc died in 1999.  I still live in sight of Black Mountain. People living close to that mountain sometimes report underground rumbling at night when it is quiet.  UFOs are often seen and photographed over Black Mountain, that shouldn’t be too surprising; we live not far from Area 51 in Nevada.

Cherry's Repton Head.

Black Montain Cave Sept1988, 3 friends

Inside Cave Black Mountain

Homemade 'ladder' to the second level & annex

Cherry's Repton Head Eyes1

Cherry's Repton Head Right

Cherry's Repton Head Left

Cherry's Repton Eyes2

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Cherry's Repton Head - Dark Eyes

The site of the reptilian humanoid.

THE MEN-IN-BLACK ABDUCTED ME FROM MY HOSPITAL ROOM

Here is a story I wanted to share with you all, a story that this lady had to witnessed with her own eyes, an encounter with the MIB, a frightening encounter with them more or less.

Without me delaying this any longer here is the story that was entitled:

THE MEN-IN-BLACK ABDUCTED ME FROM MY HOSPITAL ROOM

By Cherry Hinkle

(To understand the “why and where” I offer this pre-information regarding what happened in this case. *Thanks.*)     {In 1978 I was in a car accident that torn the muscles in my back, it left me in a rigid brace back and rigid neck brace, (I wore the back brace for over 11 years) and I suffered headaches from that car wreck. I moved from Las Vegas Nevada to Colorado in September 1979.  In December 1979, Tom Castello visited me in Colorado and talked to me about the infamous Dulce Base. In January 1980 my doctor suggested I should have an angiogram to find out why I had these headaches. (Meanwhile, the CIA, FBI and other groups visited my home, many times, looking for Tom Castello.) I agreed to take this medical test, but the small Colorado town I lived in didn't have a medical facility, he suggested to a different town in a different state, roughly 80 miles away. In early February 1980 I scheduled an appointment for that medical test. And now you can understand the following events.}

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Abducted from my hospital room?  I would have laughed if someone suggested it might happen… the thought is ludicrous, things like that never happen in federally owned hospitals, right? But don’t laugh yet – because sometimes Fate gives you a big shock, a wake-up call.  Looking back wondering could I have prevented the horrid experience of three men abducting me from my hospital room in the middle of the night. Let me go back and attempt to explain what happened.

My Colorado doctor promised it would be no big deal, a simple angiogram to determine why I had severe headaches; it was hardly more than a Cat-Scan or X-Ray of my brain, a simple one hour medical procedure. My doctor suggested it would be best if I would agree to an overnight stay in the hospital because they want the medical test at 6am, and I lived over 80 miles away, in a different state.

I checked into the hospital at 9pm. At bedtime took the little white pill the nurse gave me after she assured me it would allow me to sleep well, and the doctor wanted me rested for the angiogram in the morning.

I don’t how long I’d been sleeping when I felt the palm of man’s hand firmly over my mouth. I struggled to clear the sleep from my mind and to see the thin face of the man leaning over my face. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull his hand off my mouth, but he was strong and determined to keep me from crying out. “If I remove my hand off your mouth will remain silent?” the man asked.  Looking into his dark sunglasses I silently nodded my yes.  I was a small trim five foot woman, so it was easy for the two other men to lift me off my bed and strapped me firmly on a gurney, and draped me with sheets. The third warned me to remain silent, if I wanted to survive. The man dressed in black had a large dark wool scarf wrapped over his other hand, and I suspected a weapon was wrapped in that scarf.  I saw no one in the halls; it was if the entire hospital was sleeping, except us.

I didn’t say a word to the men, just stared up at the other two men dressed in hospital scrubs, trying to use will power my mind to remember their faces, and the third - tall gaunt man wearing a black suit, dark sunglasses, black necktie and matching hat.  He looked like character from a bad 1940s detective movie. But this was the wrong era, today it was the second month of 1980 – and this man looks out of place.  The three men rolled my gurney down the hall to the elevator.  Inside the large hospital elevator I felt the surge as we dropped several floors.

We entered a cavernous room that looked like a storage area for mixture of medical equipment; I saw three X-ray tables, and four MRI machines and other medical equipment I didn't recognize. I watched nervously as we approached the last MRI machine, it was a little wider and higher than the others,  and I noticed someone had moved the table to the left, allowing the gurney – and me – to be push through the round entrance of MRI machine. The men ducked to enter the MRI machine.  To my bewilderment, the wall opened and the three men pushed me through the door into a well lighted hall, and the wall silently closed again.

 It was then I felt the sting of an injection needle in my left arm and my heart started racing. My mind struggled to remain awake, and rejected the concept of forced to sleep.  I tried to fight off the injection’s solution, it was a powerful drug, almost instantly I felt a little confused and dazed, and in a few seconds more I felt as if I was floating, in my mind I thought the hospital walls were melting around me. My last conscious thought was the Men-In-Black were abducting me from this hospital!  God help me, what did I do to deserve being this abduction? And then the nothingness of drugged sleep.

I remember waking up slowly, keeping my eyes closed, calmly listening to the rhythmic clicking of the wheels down the very long underground passage; I opened my eyes and watched as dim overhead lights clicked in and out of view in the narrow corridor ceiling. “What a strange dream,” I thought “I am dreaming of a tunnel, how odd.” 

“She’s awaking up Doc, want me to put her back under?” one of men in hospital garb asked.

“No, we are almost there,” the MIB agent mumbled.

 In the few seconds it took to utter those few words, I was fully awake and frightened - and I knew this was no dream! I felt the coldness of fear in my chest, and I turned my head to my right, to see the MIB agent tautly sitting beside me. I noticed his sallow skin, the prominent boniness of his face, the hollowed wide cheeks, and the jet-black hair jutting from under his hat, I knew he wore a bad toupee.  The two men in hospital scubs looked average in size; the both wore cropped brown hair, and were muscular in build. One man had small brown eyes that were too close to his nose; the others had blue eyes, and had a surgical scar at the base of his throat.    Now that I remember the abduction, I wanted to escape the three men sitting only inches away, but I remained strapped down, going underground in a tunnel and only God knows where I’d end up. I didn't know how long I slept from that injection; it could have been minutes or hours. I turned my head and looked at the 1940s man, “Please, where am I? Where are you taking me?” 

I looked at the MIB expecting a response, but said nothing in return; never even indicated he heard my question; he just totally ignored me, as if I didn't exist.

I took a deep breath and struggled with the braided canvas-like restraint, hoping I could wiggle my hands free, but the straps were sturdy, I had no chance I could escape. I felt the wheels of the electric cart start slowing down, and to my horror I watched a huge grotesque humanoid approach the cart.  He wore a copper colored uniform, but just past his wide shoulders I noticed what looked like tan wet leather wings, with thick veins in sight. In shock I couldn't speak, but just stared at the reptilian face with ridges on his cheekbones, forehead and skull.

“Is this one you told me about Doc? Isn't she the one from Nevada - the female that have seen our race before?” the reptilian man asked. His voice was raspy and rumbling, with accent was heavy from an unknown language. I couldn't believe he was so large, it is just a guess but I think he must have been nearly eight feet tall with a barrel chest.  He was right, three years ago; in 1977 my son and his friend and I witnessed a reptilian in Nevada.

“She’s the one. I knew you’d want to see this one, she’s been a major headache for us for weeks,” 1940s man replied and took off his dark glasses, cleaning the glass with his handkerchief. He looked up at me and I looked directly into his eyes, suddenly I felt a wave of fear because his entire eyes were black, with no white parts of his eyes, not one section of his large eyes that didn't gleam a jet black. I don’t know what frightened me more – the reptilian giant or those solid black eyes. The MIB called ‘Doc’ helped me off the gurney and escorted me into a roomy but Spartan room, the furniture was plain, two maple wood library tables, one elongated wood box and a half dozen of padded brown office chairs.  Not one picture or documents added interest to the plain drab rock walls, but beige tiles on the floor sparkled from a recent coat of wax, I considered that floor was the most decorative part of the room.

 During the long dreary hours I spent in that underground facility, they placed photographs and images and objects on the table in front of me, they never explained why they wanted me to see these items, and they didn’t request comments regarding them. Later, they asked questions about Tom Castello, questions about my family, my children, my sibling and my parents, I never really answered those questions about my family, they already knew all about them. They seemed more interested in intimidating me with comments like rather or not I wanted to survive these questions. To this day, I am not allowed discuss the details regarding the threats or how they threatened me, but I can confirm I was in fear for my life. They warned me to never reveal the details of these questions, or discuss the other bizarre events I witnessed inside that facility. I am not at liberty to confirm or deny the name of the underground facility. They warned me that either I will sign a document they had already prepared for me, or I will never again see the blue skies of the surface of Earth.

  I noticed the paper alleged to witnessed by “my personal physician” – at least that is what the document stated, but I do not know that “doctor,” and never met him in my life; he wasn't even one of the three men that abducted me. The reptilian humanoid stayed in the room the entire session, but he did not question me. Once or twice men wearing the same copper uniforms glanced into the room or hesitated a few seconds at the door, but didn't enter the room.

I was thirsty, hungry and tired, but they three men, the 1940’s man called Doc and two other MIB in suits questioned me. They were the only three people in suits, everyone else wore uniforms. I was supplied a warmer uniform rather than my thin nightgown, for that, I was grateful.

The two men in scrubs from the hospital may or may not be workers in that hospital, after they took me from the hospital room and transported me to this underground facility in a western state, I never saw them again.

These three MIB questioned me about Tom Castello, and demanded answers, sometimes they threatened to kill me, or even worse, to silence me - medically. Being maimed or tortured is enough to strike fear in your heart, I didn't know exactly ‘how’ they meant to silence me, but before that 24 hour session ended, and I fully understood what he meant.

Being at least slightly intelligent, I offered to trade my information for their information, I didn't really wanted any information they might have, I just said it in an effort to buy time, to find a way to get out of this abduction alive, because they were getting angry with me. I kept telling them I didn't know anything – and they knew better. They partially agreed to trade, mostly to find out what I wanted. Without hesitation asked for the ultimate truth - the Secret of Secrets - who are the ancient gods and who are the aliens that float through Earth’s skies.

  It took them about 15 minutes for them to clear the information I demanded – the UFO truth - then they carried a thick Manila envelope in his hands, the MIB said "ok, I've got the information in my hands, now you tell me what I want - where is Tom Castello and how do you contact him?"  I looked at him, and laughed – you can be very certain he didn't my laughter one bit.

I freely admit I was frightened, it was a faked laughter, but I didn't want them have the satisfaction of knowing I was terrified, “Oh please, I promise you I was not born yesterday, and that is a very weak and pitiful trick.  I told you I would trade for information, I didn't say ‘you lie to me, and I’ll believe anything.’ You better get serious gentlemen, because I am not going to fall for that worn out trick.”  I folded my arms against my chest and then added, "You know all about me – so you know I am natural psychic, when you tell me the truth, I will know it, and if you know try to trick me, I'll never tell you a thing."

 The three men mumbled together quietly for a few minutes near the door of the room, but they knew I was dead serious, they knew I was born psychic and can see the colors of human aura. They knew I would know if they lie, because their aura turns the color a muddy reddish brown and the outer edges of the aura gets tinged with a sickening pea green when someone lies.

They decided to tell me – all of it, and looking back on that event, I truly wish they didn't tell me anything. But you can’t “unheard” things you heard, once you know something, there is no way you can pretend you didn't know. For the rest of your life you must be responsible for that knowledge.

In this case, the MIB agent just opened up and told me the ultimate horrid truth. For the next hour they talked about the horrifying truth and I felt sick to my stomach, betrayed spiritually, and angry. The more I learned, the more upset I felt. I didn't want to hear any more, I wished I never heard it – but it is too late, know I do know.  Everybody claims they want to know it all – but when you learn all of it – you wish you could go back in time and unlearn it.  

Everything I thought was true facts - was dead wrong.  Evil was good and good was evil, and every aspect of this life is a joke.

The MIB agent placed a bible on the table and opened one or two references in the spiritual book, offering to prove his words. I closed the book.

 I wanted to escape the bitter truth – now that I learned the truth, I didn't want to hear it.  I turned on the MIB agent, lashed out like a wild animal. I slapping him, the other men grabbed me and I pushed them away, and took off running down a long hallway. I knew they'd catch me, because there is no way out, but still I felt the need to calm my mind a little. I needed to digest the disturbing information they told me. I know I asked for the ultimate truth, but I didn't know that horrid truth, I thought it was strictly information about aliens – the secret of the aliens. I was wrong. I ran as fast as my short legs would move, but after a few minutes two men caught me from a side door, and escorted me back to back to the first room.

I was surprised when they gave me a glass of cool water and allowed me to rest for a few minutes, thinking silently. When I rested a few minutes, the man they called ‘Doc’ told me they knew how I felt, and that everybody feels that way when they learn the truth. They almost seemed sympathetic towards me.  They refilled my glass of water, and let me just sit there for a few more minutes, and then they wanted Tom's information.  I looked at the MIB agent and I sipped the water, and then replied - "Look, I’m sorry but I don’t have any information about Tom. I kept telling you over and over, but you don’t want that answer."  That was a fact, they didn't like it one bit.

Once again, they tried to warn me, to threaten me, kill me, or worse, to maim me and other frightening tactics. I stayed firm and repeating the same thing, Tom left, I haven’t seen him since early December 1979. They tried getting loud and when the more they yelled, the quieter I got, after a heated hour or so, I refused to talk at all. They injected something into my arm to force me to talk - but instead of making me talk, it made me vomit, and I still didn't talk. They gave me "one more chance" (as they called it) I was exhausted, had nothing in my stomach except that one glass of water, and they had removed me from the hospital almost 23 hours ago. I felt the urgent need for sleep and food. 

“Cherry, I can keep you here in this base, or release you try to cooperate with me,” Doc said.

“I’ve never said these words to anyone Doc, but you go straight to hell.”

“I gave you a chance – I rarely do that – but you had to be unreasonable. For the rest of your life you will regret your lost chance. You will remember this for the rest of your life Cherry, but you will never tell one about it.”

 He sat in his chair staring at the floor for a few more seconds and then nodded his head, gestured to a table nearby and three men again strapped me down on a gurney again. I said nothing while they injected an amber liquid into my left arm. Once again I saw lights melting and then blackness.

I heard the sound of crisp steps walking near my bed and with an effort, I opened my eyes, I knew they returned me the hospital, and I judging from the large room with filled several beds, this must be a recovery room.

The nurse stood beside me and it was obvious she ask a question. I looked up at her and I knew she was she was speaking to me, but I couldn't understand her words. I glanced around wondering if they MIB placed me in a foreign hospital, but nurse’s words were more than just a different language – it appeared she were uttering  total gibberish. I attempted to reply to her, but I seemed to have forgotten how to speak, I was astonished. I tried a few more times, but each time all I managed to so be moan or groan, not one clear word. I could think clearly, but no words.

Using my left hand I searched around in the sheets trying to find my right hand, it was numb, and couldn't feel it at all. I thought it had fallen asleep and was numb, but when I finally managed to pull my right hand and arm onto my chest, it felt like a heavy log. I rubbed my arm trying to coax feeling into my arm and hand, but after a few more minutes I felt a sinking fear in my heart and I knew my right arm didn't work. The fear magnified when I attempted to move my right leg, and it didn't respond at my efforts to turn and sit up. Quietly, desperation took over and I cried like a baby for the first time in many years. By then, I knew I had suffered a major stroke, and I know it was from the hand of the MIB.

A few hours later, after I recovered from my sudden storm of tears, I managed to pull my right leg to the edge of the bed, and I attempted to stand up and walk to the sink, it was in sight, just a few seven or eight feet away. I needed to wash my face, in hope it might clear my thoughts and the hope the little walk might do wonders, and restore my worthless right limbs. I stood up carefully, took one step and felt my body collapse to the floor. I felt like a limp rag doll, and another wave of fear hit me when I discovered I was on the floor and had no way to get up. I inched towards the bed, hoping I could use the bed to help pull myself up and get back in bed. I tried to get up, but I couldn't get up.

 I don’t know how long I stayed laid on the floor, it felt like a long time, hoping someone would come and help me. I dozed a few times on the cold hard floor, but I could only turn flat on my back, or try to sit up, but I couldn't get back onto the bed. I was weak, and dizzy and starting to shake from the cold floor. Finally I heard someone enter the room to bring my evening meal.  He placed the tray on the table and left, in another minute or so, he and another attendant and together helped me get off the floor and into bed.

 I was aware, fully aware, but couldn't speak, and couldn't understand anyone. I found out I wouldn't read or write either. I remember Doc’s warning that I would regret my chance to give him the information.  I knew I was in grave danger, but I couldn't speak, couldn't walk, and I suspected Doc was still watching me.

The next few days were just a blur, and they kept me drugged, and what was worse, they put me in a strange room, a room hidden off a broom closet. I don’t expect everyone to believe this; looking back it still horrifies me remembering that bizarre room, I can only testify that everything is 100% just as I claim it.

That hospital room looked like something from a science fiction movie, with two way cameras with a small monitor screen beside my bed and overhead rods with hand grasp levers to help me move position.  I rarely saw anyone, only when meals arrived.  Later, when I was able to speak and ask questions, I found out I was missing from that hospital for 23 hours, and they claimed I left during the night, without telling one.  The nurses claimed they searched for me in the hospital, and after not finding me, they assumed I left.   What is worse, they decided I left on my own, and were baffled when they found me in the recovery room.   When they found me in the recovery room, I couldn't say a word, and I couldn't understand the words of the medical team. I wanted to explain I had been abducted, I no way to communicate what happened.

 I stayed there nine more days, I would have been longer because the medical facility told my family I had checked out, and no one knew exactly what happened to me. My teenage son, Marc, refused to give up and kept looking for me. Even after the hospital claimed I left, Marc searched for me in every room, and finally noticed a broom closet, through the glass door window if the janitors broom supply room, Marc saw another door and on the door it claimed “private” – he entered that room and found me. Quickly, he got my things together, helped me dressed and sneaked me out of the hospital.  I’m alive today because my son - at age 15, drove over 80 miles in a borrowed car and refused to believe I left the hospital willingly.

The Mystery Of Indrid Cold

The world of Ufology has always amazed me, from some of the best UFO sightings that has ever been witnessed to Alien Abductions, ET visitations and then the Government's role with Aliens.. We have had government officials/agencies silence witnesses to the best of their ability, witnesses having visits from the MIB and also other strange occurrences around the world happening from the 1940s even earlier to our current time 2014, but we always have cases which don't make sense or some that never get solved. Events such as the Bermuda Triangle, the Dulce Base and even entities such as the BEKs, the MIB and few others but these are just some of the examples that might never get solved in our lifetime. One such big mystery to this day is one individual that has known disappear and reappear from time to time but always after one thing, which is simply to learn from US - the human race. He is simply known as the one and only Indrid Cold aka The Grinning Man.

Famous Paranormal Researcher John Keel journeyed to West Virginia to investigate the Mothman Case but he found something more than just a 7 ft flying humanoid creature. Keel started to receive strange calls from a guy who identified himself as Indrid Cold. Keel described his Indrid Cold calls as cryptic and prophetic. While at West Virginia, Keel interviewed dozens of people and many of them had reported UFO sightings, witnessed the MIB and a strange man "who would appear out of thin air and disappear just as fast" he was Indrid Cold. Many believe today that the entity the Grinning Man and Indrid Cold are one in the same. Funny enough though Keel wasn't the first person to ever have contact with somebody who identified themselves as Indrid Cold.

Near Point Pleasant, West Virginia, where the Mothman was seen, lies the town of Parkersburg. While he was driving home from work on Interstate 77, a man named Woodrow Derenberger, reportedly came face to face with Indrid Cold on the night of November 2nd, 1966. Derenberger said, he heard a loud crashing sound, he looked in his rear view mirror but just as he looked back, a vehicle sped past him. The vehicle moved over in front of his lane and began to slow down til the vehicle stopped. Derenberger gave a bizarre description of the vehicle that had stopped in front of him and cut him off. "It looked like an old fashion kerosene lamp chimney, flames coming out of both ends, with a big bulge in the middle". Then the door opened, and out stepped a strange man about 6 foot tall, with a dark tan, dark hair and wearing a one piece, blue shiny shirt. The man approached Derenberger and spoke. Derenberger said the stranger used telepathy to communicate and told him that they meant him no harm and that they would be in contact with him in the future. The man then told Derenberger that his name was "Cold".

With all the strange things that were reported during that time in West Virginia, and all along the Ohio River, it is hard to know if Indrid Cold, Mothman, Grinning Man and the collapse of the Silver Bridge are really somehow connected or just a plain coincidence. Many see the Mothman as a harbinger of death and disaster, because it was reportedly seen on  or around the Silver Bridge shortly before it fell. Then again others say that the Mothman was warning the people about the upcoming disaster and even to this day there are witnesses who are coming forward saying that they have witnessed a huge humanoid flying creature which resembles the Mothman. It also seems like that the mysterious Indrid Cold has vanished too. While there may continue to be reports of the strange Grinning Man, the name Indrid Cold is rarely attached to the stories. It would seem to some people that Indrid Cold has entered the realm of urban myth, under the general name of Grinning Man but to others he is still very much still around. Especially to those who say that they have witnessed "Cold" in the last so many years,

So who was Indrid Cold? Some say that Indrid Cold was, in fact the Mothman himself. I'm not too sure why people thought that, my best guess is that their theory was due to the Mothman and Indrid Cold appearing and disappearing at about the same time. After all, Mothman was a bizarre creature and anything but human in appearance. I believe Woodrow Derenberger did witness something very strange, something that was out of this world indeed. Now was Indrid Cold an Extra-Terrestrial in origin? Would make sense with him being able to appear and simply disappear too , plus with having that strange vehicle.

As I searched online for more information regarding this Indrid Cold I found a very interesting possible encounter with him. Now this was spoken through Paranormal Hotline, this call took place on August 25th 2013 at 11:05am.

Paul: Paranormal Hotline?

Scott Hayes: Hi mate, got a situation for you.

Paul: That accent. Where are you from, England, Australia?

Scott: London, England.

Paul: I love London, been there twice, Piccadilly Square, Jack the Ripper Tour of the East End, Thames River, Westminster Abbey and even got a tour of Buckingham Palace with my former wife Patricia and son Jason. 

Scott: You have been here? Good, yes London is a beautiful place. Did you go to Stonehenge?

Paul: Yes, while there I was looking for crop circles. My ex-wife thought Stonehenge was a pile of rocks and wanted to go shopping at Hamley’s Toy Shop, same toy store that a masked Michael Jackson shopped at. 

Scott: Awww…so true. I am calling you about a big concern I have. I was recently abducted by an alien?

Paul: One alien?

Scott: I know you may think I am crazy. But, I am as sane as my pops. My pops is retired from New Scotland Yard. What I saw is a bugger. Yes, I saw one alien. I was actually on a hillside near Stonehenge with night vision goggles, looking for crop circle activity. I observed 3 small pulsating blue lights zipping around like crazy. I am a bit of a paranormal investigator myself. I just want answers mate. After my observation, out of bloody nowhere appeared a man in a black business suit and he was grinning like that Joker villain, you see on Batman. He was a tall ****er! He telepathically communicated with me. He told me that our world needs to be prepared, in the upcoming months, a big event is going to occur and it will affect mankind. There will be a negative impact on the populace of the world. I wasn’t bladdered mate. I ask him: “who are you?” He tells me Endrid Chill. He waves his hand over me, I am on my knees, scared to death. I am transported into a huge white room, I am restrained. I am in some kind of glass metal tube and a cold slimy gel is poured over my whole body. This is all I can remember for now. When I came to, I was back in the field and I was missing 4 hours. The sun was now coming up. 

Paul: Scott, have you thought of having regressive hypnosis conducted on you?

Scott: Yes, but every time I think about doing this, I am bloody scared. Scared of what I might find out.

Paul: Be brave Scott, you need to get this done and find out the answers.

Scott: Sure, one day. I’ll let you know when I do. 

Paul: Something rings a bell with this Endrid Chill. How do you spell Endrid?

Scott: E-N-D-R-I-D. 

Paul: Is that your spelling or did this alien tell you how he spelled his name?

Scott: My spelling.

Paul: Oh. Hold on. (I scramble to my computer. The Endrid Chill and the grinning alien sounds very familiar). After some time Googling with Scott on the line and typing in the grinning alien, the grinning man, I get Indrid Cold!! I knew there was something familiar with Endrid Chill. It’s so close to Indrid Cold of the Mothman case.

Paul: Scott, I am wondering if Endrid Chill is no other than Indrid Cold – over 6 feet tall guy with a plastered grin on his face, wearing a shiny blue jump suit. Indrid Cold was part of the Mothman sightings in Point Pleasant, Virginia. In fact some people believe Indrid Cold was the Mothman, but in another disguise. Of course, the Mothman is considered as a harbinger of doom and appeared to the people of Point Pleasant before the Silver Bridge collapsed. 

Scott: Yes, he had to be about 6’5. He had very small dark eyes. I was so focused on his grin, I didn’t see any other features. His grin was terrifying. 

Paul: Damn! Sounds like you are describing The Grinning Man, except you said he wore a black suit, sort of a MIB (Men in Black) look. Of course some people theorize that Indrid Cold was indeed an MIB. If everything you say is correct, then you may have encountered a legendary entity, no other than Indrid Cold. I want you to go to: http://drvhitz.com/who-was-indrid-cold/ and read about Indrid.

Scott: Yes, I will. 

Paul: The conversation continues and Scott and I discuss about possible life on other planets, black holes, worm holes, ancient aliens, Sumerian clay tablets, Erich von Daniken, etc. Scott will remain in touch with me and will let me know what his results are, when he is hypnotized. This was an amazing call! As Scott said his last word to me: ‘cheerio’, this will be one call that will remain in my thoughts for some time to come. 

Was Indrid Cold simply an Alien of unknown origin? As the years fly by more and more reports of the Grinning Man and Indrid Cold are brought up by the unlikeness of witnesses. Phone calls that are simply so strange that they are mystifying and we still don't have the answers to the questions we are all itching to ask this entity. Maybe one day they will get answered for us all but til then there is no doubt that Indrid Cold is still out there today searching for his own answers, to send us a message or simply to learn more about the human race of this world.

The Troll Of London

Earlier this year I created a Youtube video speaking more on an amazing cryptozoology find that took place back in February 2014 in London, United Kingdom. So I thought now I'm writing this blog then I should at least mention this subject and see what we all think.

Back in February of this year we had the worst of weathers, monstrous storms that really did damage to our beautiful landscapes, fences destroyed, floods and even certain trees down for the count. But as this was all happening somebody in a different region had to deal with something completely different, something even more monstrous.

A 25 year old student was one of the lucky ones to see this beast, a beast with certain power behind it. He would only speak on this as long as he had the condition of anonymity, he told Cryptozoology News that he saw "a troll like humanoid creature" running erratically across the flooded fields in farmland last week on a train headed to London. "I came home to the village to visit my parents before getting back on the train to London, I actually planned on staying with them for a while, but I was afraid the trains would be cancelled".

On his way back to the country's capital he explained that something incredible happened. Something that amazing, that would change his day and life altogether. "You have got to see it to believe it, I fell asleep a few times on the train due to how tired I had become. When I woke up, the sun was almost down and I looked through the window to my left. At first I thought I had lost the plot or at least dreaming but as it carried on it became apparent that this was very real and there was no dreams behind this. I saw this three meter tall fat guy running through the soggy fields, water up to his knees. I was really gobsmacked, but as the seconds went by I became more and more certain that this was no guy".

Then Things got weirder, as the strange figure approached the slow running train, the witness was able to observe it's face at close range. "I thought it was a person...until it got closer to the train. We were going at a very slow speed because of the surrounding water. it wasn't a man. I don't know at all what it was but it had hair all over the body, with a bald face and chest. The eyes reminded me of a gorilla's but it had long ears like a wolf, and short white horns. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming".

Other fellow passengers on the train also observed the creature, he said "I remember talking to a young boy and his mum. There wasn't many people travelling that day, it's usually quite empty during the week". Then the train allegedly sped up and the creature was left behind. "No, I wasn't dreaming mate. I also know what a bear looks like and it looked more like a troll. Remember, from the Lord of the Rings?"

The man said that no pictures or video of the sighting were taken. "Well mate, I was quite surprised, like I said. You just don't have any time to reach for your phone and take a picture. Things happened so fast and that's what people don't get. So, unless you are a trained journalist or similar...and you are expecting something to happen, you've got nothing," he explained.

According to Norse and Scandinavian folklore, trolls are magical beings that live in the caves of rocks and mountains. They are not fond of humans and tend to avoid them as much as possible, though sometimes they imitate their behavior. These creatures are nocturnal and supposedly turn into rocks if exposed to sunlight, erecting new landmarks to be found and named by people later.

“Friends and other people say it’s rubbish, but I know what I saw,” the man said.

Dyatlov Pass Incident

The Dyatlov Pass incident generally refers to the mysterious deaths of nine ski hikers in the northern Ural mountains on the night of February 2, 1959. The incident happened on the east shoulder of the mountain Kholat Syakhl (Холат-Сяхыл, a Mansi name, meaning Dead Mountain). The mountain pass where the incident occurred has since been named Dyatlov Pass (Перевал Дятлова) after the group's leader, Igor Dyatlov (Игорь Дятлов).
The lack of eyewitnesses has inspired much speculation. Soviet investigators simply determined that "a compelling natural force" had caused the deaths. Access to the area was barred for skiers and other adventurers for three years after the incident. The chronology of the incident remains unclear because of the lack of survivors.
Investigators at the time determined that the hikers tore open their tent from within, departing barefoot into heavy snow and a temperature of −30 °C (−22 °F). Although the corpses showed no signs of struggle, two victims had fractured skulls, two had broken ribs, and one was missing parts of her face due to postmortem decay.

Background
A group was formed for a ski trek across the northern Urals in Sverdlovsk Oblast. The group, led by Igor Dyatlov, consisted of eight men and two women. Most were students or graduates of Ural Polytechnical Institute (Уральский Политехнический Институт, УПИ), now Ural Federal University:
Igor Alekseievich Dyatlov (Игорь Алексеевич Дятлов), the group's leader, born January 13, 1936
Zinaida Alekseevna Kolmogorova (Зинаида Алексеевна Колмогорова), born January 12, 1937
Lyudmila Alexandrovna Dubinina (Людмила Александровна Дубинина), born May 12, 1938
Alexander Sergeievich Kolevatov (Александр Сергеевич Колеватов), born November 16, 1934
Rustem Vladimirovich Slobodin (Рустем Владимирович Слободин), born January 11, 1936
Yuri (Georgiy) Alexeievich Krivonischenko (Юрий (Георгий) Алексеевич Кривонищенко), born February 7, 1935
Yuri Nikolaievich Doroshenko (Юрий Николаевич Дорошенко), born January 29, 1938
Nicolai Vladimirovich Thibeaux-Brignolles (Николай Владимирович Тибо-Бриньоль), born July 5, 1935
Semyon (Alexander) Alexandrovich Zolotariov (Семен (Александр) Александрович Золотарёв), born February 2, 1921
Yuri Yefimovich Yudin (Юрий Ефимович Юдин), born July 19, 1937, died April 27, 2013

The goal of the expedition was to reach Otorten (Отортен), a mountain 10 kilometres (6.2 mi) north of the site of the incident. This route, at that season, was estimated as "Category III", the most difficult. All members were experienced in long ski tours and mountain expeditions.
The group arrived by train at Ivdel (Ивдель), a city at the center of the northern province of Sverdlovsk Oblast on January 25. They then took a truck to Vizhai (Вижай) – the last inhabited settlement so far north. They started their march toward Otorten from Vizhai on January 27. The next day, one of the members (Yuri Yudin) was forced to go back because of illness. The group now consisted of nine people.
Diaries and cameras found around their last camp made it possible to track the group's route up to the day preceding the incident. On January 31, the group arrived at the edge of a highland area and began to prepare for climbing. In a wooded valley they cached surplus food and equipment that would be used for the trip back. The following day (February 1), the hikers started to move through the pass. It seems they planned to get over the pass and make camp for the next night on the opposite side, but because of worsening weather conditions, snowstorms and decreasing visibility, they lost their direction and deviated west, upward towards the top of Kholat Syakhyl. When they realized their mistake, the group decided to stop and set up camp there on the slope of the mountain rather than moving 1.5 kilometres (0.93 mi) downhill to a forested area which would have offered some shelter from the elements. Yuri Yudin, the lone survivor, postulates that "Dyatlov probably did not want to lose the altitude they had gained, or he decided to practice camping on the mountain slope. "

Search and Discovery
It had been agreed beforehand that Dyatlov would send a telegram to their sports club as soon as the group returned to Vizhai (Вижай). It was expected that this would happen no later than February 12, but Dyatlov had told Yudin that he expected to be longer, and so when this date passed and no messages had been received, there was no reaction – delays of a few days were common in such expeditions. Only after the relatives of the travelers demanded a rescue operation did the head of the institute send the first rescue groups, consisting of volunteer students and teachers, on February 20. Later, the army and militsiya forces became involved, with planes and helicopters being ordered to join the rescue operation.
On February 26, the searchers found the abandoned and badly damaged tent on Kholat Syakhl. Mikhail Sharavin, the student who found the tent, said "the tent was half torn down and covered with snow. It was empty, and all the group's belongings and shoes had been left behind."Investigators said the tent had been cut open from inside. A chain of eight or nine sets of footprints, left by several people who were wearing only socks, a single shoe or were barefoot, could be followed and led down toward the edge of nearby woods (on the opposite side of the pass, 1.5 kilometres (0.93 mi) north-east), but after 500 metres (1,600 ft) they were covered with snow. At the forest edge, under a large cedar, the searchers found the remains of a fire, along with the first two bodies, those of Yuri Krivonischenko and Yuri Doroshenko, shoeless and dressed only in their underwear. The branches on the tree were broken up to five meters high, suggesting that a skier had climbed up to look for something, perhaps the camp. Between the cedar and the camp the searchers found three more corpses, Dyatlov, Zina Kolmogorova and Rustem Slobodin, who seemed to have died in poses suggesting that they were attempting to return to the tent. They were found separately at distances of 300, 480 and 630 meters from the tree.
Searching for the remaining four travelers took more than two months. They were finally found on May 4 under four meters of snow in a ravine 75 meters farther into the woods from the cedar tree. These four were better dressed than the others, and there were signs that those who had died first had apparently relinquished their clothes to the others. Zolotaryov was wearing Dubinina's faux fur coat and hat, while Dubinina's foot was wrapped in a piece of Krivonishenko's wool pants.

The Investigation
A legal inquest started immediately after finding the first five bodies. A medical examination found no injuries which might have led to their deaths, and it was concluded that they had all died of hypothermia. Slobodin had a small crack in his skull, but it was not thought to be a fatal wound.
An Examination of the four bodies which were found in May changed the picture. Three of them had fatal injuries: the body of Thibeaux-Brignolles had major skull damage, and both Dubinina and Zolotarev had major chest fractures. According to Dr. Boris Vozrozhdenny, the force required to cause such damage would have been extremely high. He compared it to the force of a car crash. Notably, the bodies had no external wounds related to the bone fractures, as if they were crippled by a high level of pressure. Major external injuries were, however found on Dubinina, who was missing her tongue, eyes, and part of the lips, facial tissue and a fragment of skullbone; she also had extensive skin maceration on the hands. It has been claimed that Dubinina was found lying face down in a small stream that ran under the snow and that her external injuries are in line with putrefaction in a wet environment and were unlikely to be related to her death, but photographs of her corpse clearly show her body was found kneeling against a large boulder, away from running water.
There had initially been some speculation that the indigenous Mansi people might have attacked and murdered the group for encroaching upon their lands, but investigation indicated that the nature of their deaths did not support this hypothesis; the hikers' footprints alone were visible, and they showed no sign of hand-to-hand struggle.

Although the temperature was very low, around −25 to −30 °C (−13 to −22 °F) with a storm blowing, the dead were only partially dressed. Some of them had only one shoe, while others had no shoes or wore only socks. Some were found wrapped in snips of ripped clothes that seemed to have been cut from those who were already dead.

Possible Theories
Many theories have arisen about the event, from paranormal activity to secret weapons tests, but avalanche damage is considered one of the more plausible explanations for this incident. One scenario under this theory is that moving snow knocked down the tent, ruining the campsite in the night. The party then cut themselves free and mobilized. The snow would likely have contacted them and possibly ruined their boots and extra clothing. Being covered in wet snow in the sub-freezing temperatures created a serious hazard to survival, with exhaustion or unconsciousness from hypothermia possible in under 15 minutes. Thibeaux-Brignolles, Dubinina, Zolotariov, and Kolevatov were moving farther from the site to find help despite their remote location when they fell in the ravine where they were found – three of these bodies had major fractures. Being the only bodies with major injuries and lying 13 feet deep in a ravine could be considered evidence that they fell.
One supporting factor for this theory is that avalanches are not uncommon on any slope that can accumulate snow. Despite claims that the area is not prone to avalanches, slab avalanches do typically occur in new snow and where people are disrupting the snowpack. On the night of the incident, snow was falling, the campsite was situated on a slope, and the campers were disrupting the stability of the snowpack. The tent was also halfway torn down and partially covered with snow – all of which could support the theory of a small avalanche pushing snow into the tent.
Possibly negating the avalanche scenario would be that the investigators saw footprints leading from the campsite, and no obvious avalanche damage was noted. However, the footprints could have been preserved if there was no precipitation in the 25 days before the site was discovered and the supposed avalanche happened after most of the snow fell.
Another theory is that wind going around the Holatchahl mountain created a Kármán vortex street, which resulted in infrasounds that have effects on humans.
Journalists reporting on the available parts of the inquest files claim that it states:
Six of the group members died of hypothermia and three of fatal injuries.
There were no indications of other people nearby apart from the nine travelers on Kholat Syakhl, nor anyone in the surrounding areas.
The tent had been ripped open from within.
The victims had died 6 to 8 hours after their last meal.
Traces from the camp showed that all group members left the camp of their own accord, on foot.
To dispel the theory of an attack by the indigenous Mansi people, Dr. Boris Vozrozhdenny stated that the fatal injuries of the three bodies could not have been caused by another human being, "because the force of the blows had been too strong and no soft tissue had been damaged".
Forensic radiation tests had shown high doses of radioactive contamination on the clothes of a few victims.
Released documents contained no information about the condition of the skiers' internal organs.
The final verdict was that the group members all died because of a "compelling natural force". The inquest ceased officially in May 1959 as a result of the "absence of a guilty party". The files were sent to a secret archive, and the photocopies of the case became available only in the 1990s, with some parts missing.

Controversy
Some researchers claim some facts were missed, perhaps ignored, by officials:
12-year-old Yury Kuntsevich, who would later become head of the Yekaterinburg-based Dyatlov Foundation, attended five of the hikers' funerals and recalls their skin had a "deep brown tan".
Some of the hikers' clothing (2 pants and sweater) were found to be highly radioactive.
Another group of hikers (about 50 kilometers south of the incident) reported that they saw strange orange spheres in the night sky to the north (likely in the direction of Kholat Syakhl) on the night of the incident. Similar "spheres" were observed in Ivdel and adjacent areas continually during the period of February to March 1959, by various independent witnesses (including the meteorology service and the military). These were later confirmed by Eugene Buyanov to be test launches of R-7 intercontinental missiles.
Some reports suggest that there was a great deal of scrap metal in the area and around the area, leading to speculation that the military had utilized the area secretly and might have been engaged in a cover-up.[2]
The last camp of Dyatlov's group was located on direct way from Baikonur Cosmodrome (where some test launches of the R-7s were executed) to Chyornaya Guba, Novaya Zemlya archipelago (which was a major nuclear testing ground of the Soviet Union).

Foundation
The Dyatlov Foundation has been founded in Yekaterinburg, with the help of Ural State Technical University, led by Yuri Kuntsevitch (Юрий Кунцевич). The foundation's aim is to convince current Russian officials to reopen the investigation of the case, and to maintain the "Dyatlov Museum" to perpetuate the memory of the dead hikers.