It’s becoming common knowledge that there are disappearances in National Parks. If people knew how many disappearances there are in these parks, they wouldn’t set foot inside one of them. I’m reading books about these events told mostly by park rangers. Traditionally, the parks’ official stance was to stonewall and not give any information about disappearances, and rangers could lose their job if they tried to help a family who lost a loved one. But some rangers risked their jobs to bring the information to the public. The information is about seeing dogman, skinwalker, a thing called a Shimmer, shadows of all kinds, aliens and bigfoot. The rangers’ names are not given to protect their jobs, nor are the names of the National Parks. One thing that wasn’t mentioned which takes people is portals, and possibly people are being taken though entrances to the vast underground civilizations. These entrances would be hidden by brush or be in a cave. Hikers are told to not dawdle at the end to a line of hikers; people so placed have disappeared.
The first story involves a park ranger in the Adirondack Park in Upper NYS. The ranger had finished his rounds and parked his truck about 10 meters from a family enjoying their lunch together. There was a boy about five years old with his parents. The day was beautiful (as only an Adirondack day can be), the sun was warm, the birds were chirping. All was right with the world.
Next, the ranger saw a shimmer in the air out of the corner of his eye. I will put it in his own words: “At first I dismissed it as a trick of the light. But then I saw it again. It was a shimmer-almost like a heat wave-but it seemed to pulse and flicker just beyond the family’s picnic…I saw the little boy, playing with a toy truck. His parents were momentarily distracted, chatting and enjoying their meal. Out of nowhere, the shimmer intensified for just a heartbeat, and I blinked. When I opened my eyes, the boy was gone.”
The ranger panicked and his heart raced; he couldn’t believe what he had seen; the boy had been there one moment and the next he had vanished. He immediately ran to the parents and initiated a search for the boy. He called in professional Search and Rescue and canine units, but the dogs couldn’t pick up a scent. The ranger “wanted to scream at the universe for mocking our efforts with this unfathomable gap in reality.” The ranger was haunted by the question of how you protect your loved ones when the monster is invisible.
During the search the ranger felt drawn to the place where it all started. He went back to the picnic scene, and after a few moments, the Shimmer was back-and it seemed to be aware of him-and watching him. It started to communicate, but suddenly the ranger was called to the other searchers. When he reached them, he told them about the Shimmer. They were skeptical, except for one old ranger who had heard of them. When the mother became interested in this possibility, they decided to search old archives.
The ranger again felt the urge to face the monster and find out more about it. He prepared carefully and set out into the wilderness of the Adirondack Mountains. The first thing he noticed was that the forest was unnaturally quiet. After hiking a few miles he approached a clearing, where he saw the “source of the Shimmer…panic danced along my spine as I beheld a group of creatures…they resembled humanoid figures, but their features were distorted–translucent and ghostly–rippling like water…every shimmer was a different hue, from a deep azure to a haunting emerald…I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were aware of me, their gazes piercing directly into my soul.” These shimmers terrified him; they became preditory; they stared at him as he fell back. He turned to flee, clutching his machete; one of them followed him, promising wonder and delight, and he had the urge to comply. But he knew it only wanted his soul. Instinct took over; he waved the machete wildly and he saw “the gaping void of darkness” beneath the thing’s exterior beauty. They circled around; they were “a chorus of nightmare, a cacophony that echoed the lost laughter of countless children.”
He eventually outran the creatures and thought, Now what? What do I tell the others? What do I do about these creatures? He was concerned about families who might visit the park in he future. He wonders if people in the paranormal professions or cryptozoology would at least listen to him without ridiculing him. As my title indicates, my theory is that some of the phenomena is the result of alien/government experimentation out of control. One of the stories, which I will summarize next, this is definitely what happened. Some, like skinwalkers, can’t be in this catagory because they are First Nation boogymen going back centuries.
The Good Guys and the Bad Guys 