Strange People: John Fitzpatrick

Dr. Fong Says:
Probable candidate for a Cthulhu cultist

This postcard has prompted me to start a new category for the House of Mysteries. It will be called "Oddities" and it will be the place where I will share the strange and interesting people that I encounter on my adventures. I will retroactively add this tag to old posts as well dragging them into the light of day.

I found this strange postcard in a mouldering album while going through an estate. It was published in Portland, Oregon around the turn of the century. It has the blind stamp of the photographer in the lower right. The interesting thing about it is that this real photo card has information about the man written on the back.

On the back of the card it simply states:
“John Fitzpatrick a British Columbia Pioneer with fast growing hair”.
That is all the information I have about him. I wish it said more. I've searched the googles but to no avail. I am left with many questions. Besides the accelerated hair growth do you think he may also have been an albino? His hair and eyebrows appear to be completely white and his skin looks very fair.

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The Strange Diary of Admiral Richard E. Byrd (Part 2)

Stan the Chosen One Says: The TRUTH has been a long time in coming.

(Continued from Part 1)

From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.

The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material.

Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply.

I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...'

I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice!

My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following. "We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral." Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes,' the Master replies with a smile, ' you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond.

But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first Atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the 'Flugelrads', to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our culture and science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, sir?'

The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each you say I am mistaken?'

'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the Dark Ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'

'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message...…'

With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....But, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which.

Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side. 'This way, Admiral,' motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, 'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.'

I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed, the aircraft was immediately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

215 Hours-A radio message comes through. 'We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!' We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.

The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts....


220 Hours-We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond. We report all conditions normal....normal. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.

300 Hours-We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission...


March 11, 1947. I have just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All is duly recorded. The President has been advised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty-nine minutes, to be exact). I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal! I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of America. I am ordered to remain silent in regard to all that I have learned, on the behalf of humanity! Incredible! I am reminded that I am a military man and I must obey orders.

30/12/1956: FINAL ENTRY:

These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind... I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall.

This can be the only hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end. Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of truth shall come again....and those who are of darkness shall fall in its light..for I have seen that land beyond the pole, that center of the great unknown.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956

Effects of Entheogenic Toad Venom from Bufo Alvarius

Juan the Chamula Says: Know to the Chamula people as "Toad Madness".

Excerpt from Bufo alvarius:
The Psychedelic Toad of the Sonoran Desert

by Albert Most

The venom from Bufo Alvarius is extremely hallucinogen when vaporized by heat and taken into the lungs in the form of smoke. An adequate dose for a normal adult of average size is a piece of dried venom about the size of a paper match head. Shave it into thin slices with a razor blade and put the pieces in a clean one-toke pipe fitted with a brass screen. Designate this pipe strictly for smoking toad venom, as the accumulation of residue in the bowl and condensation of vapors within the stem can yield an unintentional high with other smoking materials.

Apply a suitable flame and smoke the contents of the bowl in one complete inhalation. Try to hold the smoke in your lungs as long as possible as the effectiveness will depend largely on the full dose being absorbed in one breath.

Within thirty seconds, there will be an onset of almost overwhelming psychedelic effects. You will be completely absorbed in a complex chemical event characterized by an overload of thoughts and perception, brief collapse of the EGO, and loss of the space-time continuum. Relax, breathe regularly, and flow with the experience. After two to three minutes, the initial intensity fades to a pleasant LSD-like sensation in which visual illusions, hallucinations, and perceptual distortions are common. You may sense a distortion in your perceived body image or notice the world shrinking or expanding. You may notice that colors seem brighter and more beautiful than usual. And, most likely, you will experience a euphoric mood interspersed with bursts of unmotivated laughter.

This ineffable episode is of extremely short duration. The hallucinogenic effects dissipate rapidly and the entire psychedelic cycle is completed within fifteen minutes. There is no hangover or harmful effect. On the contrary, a pleasant psychedelic afterglow appears quite regularly and may last several hours to several days after smoking the venom of B. alvarius, the Psychedelic Toad of the Sonoran Desert.

Feel-good guide to deadly disease: Pneumonic plague

Medico Nisaba Says: the mortality rate from pneumonic plague approaches 100%

Pneumonic plague is the most virulent and least common form of plague, caused by the bacterium yersinia pestis. Typically, pneumonic form is due to a secondary spread from advanced infection of an initial bubonic form.

Primary pneumonic plague results from inhalation of aerosolized infective droplets and can be transmitted from human to human without involvement of fleas or animals. Untreated pneumonic plague has a very high case-fatality ratio.

If someone inhales droplets of moisture containing plague bacteria, the result can be primary pneumonic plague. This can happen when an infected person coughs or sneezes. Cats can contract pneumonic plague, and they can transmit the disease to humans when they cough or sneeze.

As with septicemic plague, pneumonic plague can be a complication of bubonic plague -- in this case, it is known as secondary pneumonic plague. Pneumonic plague causes the typical symptoms of pneumonia, including high fever and a cough that produces bloody sputum.

How to Summon a Shoggoth

Dr. Fong Says:
This isn't called summoning a Shoggoth; this is called doing your business in a jar and keeping it.

How to Summon a Shoggoth
by Parker Ryan

Facing the altar he takes up his dagger and inscribes his circle. He then returns the dagger to its place on the altar. He faces the physical representation of Shub-Niggurath and declares:

Shub-Niggurath is the Lord of the Woods. From the Wells of Night to the Gulfs of Space, and from the Gulfs of Space to the Wells of Night, ever the praises of Great Cthulhu, of Tsathogguau, and of Him Who is not to be Named. Ever their praises and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat with a Thousand Young!

Shub-Niggurath, Great Lord of the Woods, giver of Life, bestow your productivity to this rite. Confer your fertility. The portents of your fecundity are rejoiced. Ever praises to Shub-Niggurath the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath.

The Magician now removes his (black) robes and opens the container and begins to stimulate himself as he faces the sigil of the Shoggoth. He should carefully visualize the form chosen for the Shoggoth in the container. As the energy builds he should envision the energy going into the Shoggoth vivifying it. Deliberate over-breathing can be used to strengthen the ASC and energy of the rite. As the point of orgasm approaches the magician calls forth:

(Name chosen for the Shoggoth)! Come forth!

As he climaxes he should allow his mind to be overwhelmed by the sensations, eliminating completely (as possible) conscious thought. In this blank state of mind the Sigil (which the magician should be looking at) is the unconscious focus and directs the energy. The magician allows his sexual fluids to land on the Sigil energizing it and incarnating the Shoggoth.

After this the container is shut and the magician says:

Thanks and praises to Shub-Niggurath The Black Goat.

Iä! Shub-Niggurath.

He then makes the Sign of Koth followed by the Elder Sign. He then closes this portion of the rite in his customary fashion.

The above process should be repeated three times on three days (the may or may not be consecutive). The next stage of the rite is "feeding" the Shoggoth. Again, a magic-circle is advisable. The magician should enter whatever form of excitatory gnosis he feels suitable. Next, the magician opens the container with his left hand and makes the Elder Sign with his right hand. He then takes up his dagger and draws a small amount of blood. As the blood drops on the Sigil he calls forth:

(Shoggoth's name)!, I command you to feed and grow powerful so that you may serve my will!

I command you to feed and grow powerful so that you may serve my will!

I command you to feed and grow powerful so that you may serve my will!

(Name)! Drink my blood and take body!

As he does this he VERY INTENSELY visualizes the form of the Shoggoth. If he wishes he can envision the Shoggoth growing slightly. "Imagining" the Shoggoths form clearly is VERY important to the success of this rite. Each time this is repeated the image of the Shoggoth should become more and more clear and independent. As the days pass the Shoggoth should seem to appear as soon as the container is opened before the magician even tries to visualize it. This process is repeated every day for 37 more days. The entire rite takes forty days to complete. On the last day, after "feeding" it, the magician commands the Shoggoth thus:

(Name)!, I command you to leave your receptacle. Enter the world and perform your task as I will. Go forth and (state the task assigned to the Shoggoth). SO I COMMAND!

He then makes the Voorish Sign and destroys the talisman of Yhe and the Sign of the Elders on the lid of the container. If the function of the Shoggoth is fairly permanent (i.e., a Guardian of a location or object) the Shoggoth may need periodic "recharging." This can be done with either sexual energy or any other method of imparting magical energy the mage deems fit.

The Shoggoth should be VERY powerful as thought-form entities go. It should also be (or rapidly become) fairly independent and capable of autonomous action. With continued existence and use the Shoggoth will seem to develop its own "personality" and can become troublesome. If the Shoggoth becomes rebellious it may be necessary for the magician to destroy the Shoggoth. A standard but thorough banishing and the destruction of the Sigil should suffice

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Strange Wall of African Severed Heads

Dr. Fong Says:
Sale on severed heads: shrunken, regular size, or extra large!

While digging through a box of ancient ephemera I discovered this tattered photograph showing what looks like a wall covered with severed human heads. Who is this lone man sitting so casually among the dead?

Though I have enjoyed gathering many strange and terrible things on my journeys to share with you, m
y thoughts have been dark of late. May the merciful gods, if indeed there be such, guard those hours of the night when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep.

Fool that I was to plunge with such unsanctioned frenzy into mysteries no man was meant to penetrate; fool or god that he was — my only friend, who led me and went before me, and who in the end passed into terrors which may yet be mine!

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Alternate 1957 Robot Model Kit

Dr. Fong Says:
Of all the alternate realities I think I like this one the most.

Robot model kit: Chubu 01

Kazushi Kobayashi's Chubu 01 is a robot from an alternate 1957 where robots are the primary mode of transportation. Build-it-yourself model kits are for sale in Harajuku's TOKYO CULTUART gallery at 28.000 Yen a pop ($350 or so).

ハチの巣みたいだトーキョー ハチの巣みたいだトーキョー に関する記事です

Via Boing Boing

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Found: Blessed Golden Fong Nugget

Dr. Fong Says: my younger days when I had all of my hair and was obese.

A loyal Dr. Fong's House of Mysteries reader from California recently sent me the above picture showing a "Fong Nugget" that she had found. She wonders what sort of powers it may have.

The Strange Diary of Admiral Richard E. Byrd (Part 1)

Stan the Chosen One Says: The TRUTH has been a long time in coming.

I have recently uncovered a 2007 Article in which a scientist sets off into the Arctic to uncover a hole that leads into the Earth in which an advanced civilization is said to live. I did some research on the subject and uncovered the diary of Admiral Richard E. Byrd. Here is what the diary revealed:

I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of February in the year of nineteen and forty-seven.

There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of The Truth! I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation at this writing...perhaps it shall never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day. In a world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress that which is truth.


0600 Hours-All preparations are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.

0620 Hours-fuel mixture on starboard engine seems t
oo rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly.

0730 Hours-Radio
Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.

0740 Hours-Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal, however.

0800 Hours-Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbulence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.

0815 Hours-Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.

0830 Hours-Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.

0910 Hours-Vast ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course for a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the ice and snow below.

0910 Hours-Both magnetic and gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrume
ntation. Take bearing with sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of icing!

0915 Hours-In the distance is what appears to be mountains.

0949 Hours-29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before!

0955 Hours-Altitude change to 29
50 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.

1000 Hours-We are crossing over the small mountain r
ange and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over ice and snow! To the port-side are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!

1005 Hours-I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight knit grass. The light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed — it is definitely a mammoth-like animal! Report this to base camp.

1030 Hours-I am encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! I am continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning!

1130 Hours-Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond! My GOD! Off our port and starboard wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika! This is fantastic. Where are we? What has happened? I tug at the controls again. They will not respond! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!

1135 Hours-Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.' I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.

1140 Hours-Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in mome
nts the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!

1145 Hours-I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply.

And now the exciting conclusion of this exciting adventure!

Macabre Havana Bone Yard

Dr. Fong Says:
People! Please stop stealing the skulls of the poor from the boneyard!

In one part of Colon Cemetery is the celebrated "boneyard." We did not visit the spot, and should not have seen its ghastly contents had we done so, as it has been covered. A grave for one person in this cemetery for a term of five years costs $10, and a grave for three persons costs for each person $3. The church duties in the former case are $8, and in the latter $4. At the end of five years, if the remains are not claimed, they are thrown by the cemetery authorities into the boneyard.

Those who cannot afford to purchase a plot in the cemetery, for which must be paid 43.50 centenes, or about $225, but who are able to buy a coffin, themselves carry the remains in it to a large ditch and deposit it in this common grave. Those unable to procure even a coffin, and who do not wish to have the remains thrown into the boneyard, are allowed to take them to this ditch in a coffin loaned to them for that purpose by the cemetery authorities, but which they must return.

The American Baptist Cemetery Association, whose cemetery is located a short distance from Colon Cemetery, follows, it is said, the same rules in respect to its dead. Some American soldiers were accustomed to take skulls and bones from the boneyard, and to drive through the streets of Havana with them. General Brooke heard of this, put a stop to it and ordered the great hole to be covered, which was done. The Asiatic Cemetery, frequently called the Chinese, is a short distance south of the Colon. We left this beautiful city of the dead, and followed a rough cart track for some distance to El Vedado.

From Norton's Complete Hand-book of Havana and Cuba
By Albert James Norton

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Terence Mckenna's Fake Flying Saucer

Dr. Fong Says:
The ship obviously has a cloaking device to make it look like ridiculous things so no one will believe you when you tell them what you saw.

While conducting research in the Amazon jungle during the mid-1960s, Terence McKenna saw a UFO. One day, on the advice of a local contact, he sat down to watch a portion of the sky where, reportedly, a UFO might appear. After a while, he noticed a strange, thin, horizontal cloud forming near the horizon.

The cloud grew in length, then divided in two. The parts separated some distance, then moved back together again. Then the cloud appeared to move slowly toward him. Before long, he says, it was directly overhead, clearly a flying saucer and so close he could see the rivets in the metal. There was just one thing wrong, he recalls:
“I recognized this thing. It looked like the end cap of a Hoover vacuum cleaner, exactly the same fake saucer as in George Adamski’s photos. This thing flew right over my head, and it was as phoney as a three dollar bill. I knew it was a fake.”
The experience was so absurd that McKenna came to the conclusion that the non-human entities from the alien or psychic realm were having fun with him by appearing in the form most likely to confound his intellectual sensibilities.


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Communion clip shows "The Hat Man"

Dr. Fong Says:
This also reminds me of Terence Mckenna's Machine Elf toys.. a possible DMT connection?

I was watching clips on YouTube, looking for Christopher Walken actually, when I found the above clip from the movie Communion from 1989. To me this scene was always the most bizarre in a movie full of strange scenes.

During hypnosis, when Christopher Walken first sees a creature peeking behind his bedroom door it is not the regular Grey alien. This time you can clearly see the brim of a hat and dark outline as it comes around the door. You can see that it looks very much like what many people have been calling The Hat Man. See: Shadow People - The Hat Man.

When you can finally get a good look at it as it comes flailing across the room it is some kind of strange mechanical toy. What is the purpose of this strange puppet? A diversion? Something to make us laugh and forget about the horror that awaits us on board the ship? What is the link between The Hat Man and the Greys?

Is The Hat Man who you see when the alien mind control works? He is not exactly soothing but at least he is not alien to us. Maybe Whitley Strieber saw through the illusion and saw this Shadow Man for the cheap hypnotic trick that he is. He knew that the real horrors for the night were only beginning.

I am the dreamer and you are the dreams.

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Shadow People - Invasion from another dimension?

Dr. Fong Says:
So many people have experienced this that there must be something to it!

The Shadow People

Shadow People - The Hat Man
Wow my two posts about shadow people have attracted a lot of attention! It sure seems like a lot more people have been seeing these things lately. Below are some of the many comments from the original two posts...
"I had an experience with this thing also when I was about 6 or so. I am 43 now and had pretty much forgotten about it until recently when I was listening to a radio show about paranormal and someone described seeing a man in a hat in his room when he was in bed and I remembered it. When I was about 6 I was in my bed I think asleep and I guess at first I was dreaming and in this dream a man wearing a long black coat and a wide brimmed black had and he had no face just everything was completely black.

Anyway I remember he somehow appeared and was standing right in front of me facing me like he was looking at me but I couldn't see any eyes. It was weird though like a very intense fear starting building up like i never felt before and he just stood there facing me. He wasn't threatening me or anything but was like somehow he transmitted to me this feeling of extreme panic and then I woke up terrified and was looking across my bedroom and I could see some shape against my wall moving. Even though the light was off this shape was like blacker than the dark and I just stared at it and it appeared to be backing into the wall or slowly disappearing. I was crying and yelled for my dad and he came to my room and turned the light on and nothing was there but I had seen something.

Until recently I had forgotten about it and never thought anything of it but since I began researching this hat man and the description people give and the feeling of fear I am sure this thing is real. I didn't know anything of any man in a black coat and hat with no face at that time so there was absolutely no reason for me to see it even in a dream and even the worse nightmare I ever have doesn't create the feeling of fear that this man just standing still looking at me did. It seemed like this thing had something to do with the devil or a demon."

"I had a similar experience back in the '90's. I 'woke up' to the sound of a baby crying. A young woman approached me and I let her touch my hand. When she did I felt like I was being sucked out of my body. I struggled to sit up, trying to scream. No sound came out and couldn't move, then it felt ... like I was passing through an electrical spider web? for lack of a better way to word it. When I sat up, there was a backlit man with what looked like a fedora standing at the end of my bed. I fought the pull towards him. It scared me to death. When I 'pulled loose', it was like something let me go and I felt like I flew back and slammed into my bed and body. When I sat up, there was nothing there."

"I dreamed about two shadow men. They came through the large front window after my sister's dog suddenly started barking at the window with me holding her back sitting on the floor. I mean they literally came through the glass into the living room. It's like a shadow but with a fuzzed outline but it's coming right at you. For some reason i knew it was male and knew it was smiling at me (even though it was pitch black where it's face was) while it leaned in only a few inches away from my face. The second one seemed more subdued but i still got that same feeling of dread.

Originally when i woke up i didn't even remember the dream (but now i do obviously) but had that same feeling of dread like someone was watching me or walking up behind me. It really threw me because i was so sure there was someone there. I could feel it i guess you could say. When i figured out they could only say boo and not actually hurt me I'd force myself to chuckle anytime it happened again and after about a week they seemed to stop trying to intimidate me. Then by the second week they disappeared. Though on occasion (sporadically every few weeks or months) I'll be woken up at night feeling like the more intimidating one has it's face right next to mine which provokes a chill no matter how much i try to laugh it off."

"I used to see the hat man all the time when I was a kid. he followed me and some of my friends. at first he was terrifying, because i had no idea what he was about or who he was. eventually we "made friends" and I felt like he was just hanging around to check on me and see whats going on. I think the shadow people are like nosy neighbors. ghosts can't hurt you unless you believe they can, just like anything else that happens in your mind or is perceived with your mind's eye."

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