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This is a copy and paste job from a recent posting on phantoms and monsters on a ufo/mib case dating from the 20's in Braxton County West Virginia
The report was submitted by albert rosales and noted that john keel had mentioned this particular case but I didn't recall seeing this particular item. I know this area is known for unexplained phenomena but I didn't know there was another ufo crash reported there. It seems piloting a ufo in this area...and southern New Mexico could be especially hazardous.
"...The late and groundbreaking Ufologist John Keel (John Alva Kiehl) reported a bizarre possible crash & retrieval case which involved strange characters, perhaps precursors of the modern day M.I.B. The incident is said to have occurred one afternoon in May of 1924 near the small town of Gem, West Virginia:
A farmer outside Gem in monster haunted Braxton County reported seeing an ‘airplane’ crash in a forest. Planes were a very rare sight in those days especially in West Virginia, and a crashing plane was big news. According to the
farmer, the plane was very odd in that it didn’t.seem to have any wings, didn’t make any noise
and seemed unusually large. “As big as a battleship” is the way the farmer described it. A party of men, including the local sheriff and
local newsman John Cole systematically searched the woods.
Within hours they found the wreck in a small clearing. According to Cole: “We weren’t the first ones there, though. There were already five or six men in the clearing.Some of them were dressed in black business suits, neckties and all, and that seemed damned silly in that neck of the woods”. Others were dressed in coveralls of a funny color---some kind of very shiny material. They were talking among themselves in a rapid-fire foreign language when they found them. They got real excited when they saw the search party. The men in coveralls ran into the wreck---like they were trying to hide. Some of the men in the search party were carrying guns and one of them said to Cole, “By God, they’re spies!” and he raised his gun. The strangers were all small, just a little over five feet tall, and they all looked like Orientals, with high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and dark skin. One of them spoke English.
He told the men nobody was hurt, that everything was all right. He said he would call on the sheriff later and make out a complete
report. There wasn’t much they could do. No crime had been committed. Nobody was hurt.
According to Cole while he was looking around he spotted a ‘little thingamajig” on the ground.
He picked it up and decided to keep it. He doesn’t know why he just didn’t turn it over to one of “foreigners”. He put it in his pocket.
They all finally went away, leaving the foreigners to fuss with their contraption. It didn’t look like
much of a flying machine. It face, Cole didn’t think it could fly at all. It was like a fuselage of a modern plane, with windows and all. But it
didn’t have any wings, tail or propellers. And like the farmer said, it was mighty big. According to Cole at least seventy five feet long, it filled the whole clearing. He went back home in Weston and went right to bed. He was pretty tired from all the day’s hiking.
About three a. m. somebody started pounding on his door. He got up and looked and there was an army officer standing there. He
was dressed in one of those broad-brimmed hats they used to wear, with those leg wrappings and all. It was a U.S. Army uniform, but except for his clothes he looked just like those foreigners from the airplane. Slant eye, dark skin, but he was maybe a little taller. ‘You picked up something today,’ he said. ‘We need it back.’ Cole was half asleep and at first he couldn’t think what he meant. Then he remembered the metal ‘thingamajig” It was still in his coat pocket. Cole went and got it. “Is this what you mean?” He asked him. He didn’t answer; he just grabbed it and walked off without a word. He didn’t, seem to have a horse or a car. Cole shuffled back to bed. But the next day he started wondering about it.
How had the supposed officer managed to track him down? A couple of days later he went back
to those woods and found that clearing. It was empty. The grass and bushes were all crushed
down where the airplane had been but there was no other sign of anything or anybody. After the Army ‘officer’ came by Cole figured that maybe it was a secret Army deal of some kind and he thought it was better to leave it alone..."
The report was submitted by albert rosales and noted that john keel had mentioned this particular case but I didn't recall seeing this particular item. I know this area is known for unexplained phenomena but I didn't know there was another ufo crash reported there. It seems piloting a ufo in this area...and southern New Mexico could be especially hazardous.
"...The late and groundbreaking Ufologist John Keel (John Alva Kiehl) reported a bizarre possible crash & retrieval case which involved strange characters, perhaps precursors of the modern day M.I.B. The incident is said to have occurred one afternoon in May of 1924 near the small town of Gem, West Virginia:
A farmer outside Gem in monster haunted Braxton County reported seeing an ‘airplane’ crash in a forest. Planes were a very rare sight in those days especially in West Virginia, and a crashing plane was big news. According to the
farmer, the plane was very odd in that it didn’t.seem to have any wings, didn’t make any noise
and seemed unusually large. “As big as a battleship” is the way the farmer described it. A party of men, including the local sheriff and
local newsman John Cole systematically searched the woods.
Within hours they found the wreck in a small clearing. According to Cole: “We weren’t the first ones there, though. There were already five or six men in the clearing.Some of them were dressed in black business suits, neckties and all, and that seemed damned silly in that neck of the woods”. Others were dressed in coveralls of a funny color---some kind of very shiny material. They were talking among themselves in a rapid-fire foreign language when they found them. They got real excited when they saw the search party. The men in coveralls ran into the wreck---like they were trying to hide. Some of the men in the search party were carrying guns and one of them said to Cole, “By God, they’re spies!” and he raised his gun. The strangers were all small, just a little over five feet tall, and they all looked like Orientals, with high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and dark skin. One of them spoke English.
He told the men nobody was hurt, that everything was all right. He said he would call on the sheriff later and make out a complete
report. There wasn’t much they could do. No crime had been committed. Nobody was hurt.
According to Cole while he was looking around he spotted a ‘little thingamajig” on the ground.
He picked it up and decided to keep it. He doesn’t know why he just didn’t turn it over to one of “foreigners”. He put it in his pocket.
They all finally went away, leaving the foreigners to fuss with their contraption. It didn’t look like
much of a flying machine. It face, Cole didn’t think it could fly at all. It was like a fuselage of a modern plane, with windows and all. But it
didn’t have any wings, tail or propellers. And like the farmer said, it was mighty big. According to Cole at least seventy five feet long, it filled the whole clearing. He went back home in Weston and went right to bed. He was pretty tired from all the day’s hiking.
About three a. m. somebody started pounding on his door. He got up and looked and there was an army officer standing there. He
was dressed in one of those broad-brimmed hats they used to wear, with those leg wrappings and all. It was a U.S. Army uniform, but except for his clothes he looked just like those foreigners from the airplane. Slant eye, dark skin, but he was maybe a little taller. ‘You picked up something today,’ he said. ‘We need it back.’ Cole was half asleep and at first he couldn’t think what he meant. Then he remembered the metal ‘thingamajig” It was still in his coat pocket. Cole went and got it. “Is this what you mean?” He asked him. He didn’t answer; he just grabbed it and walked off without a word. He didn’t, seem to have a horse or a car. Cole shuffled back to bed. But the next day he started wondering about it.
How had the supposed officer managed to track him down? A couple of days later he went back
to those woods and found that clearing. It was empty. The grass and bushes were all crushed
down where the airplane had been but there was no other sign of anything or anybody. After the Army ‘officer’ came by Cole figured that maybe it was a secret Army deal of some kind and he thought it was better to leave it alone..."