On the evening of December 12 1997 I was unfortunate enough to witness something I wish I could forget about. A haunting and terrifying event that made me wonder what the hell is going on inside secret military bases.
I was driving back from a day trip of birdwatching and on the way home I drove through the outskirts of Porton near Salisbury, in Wiltshire, England.
Two Government facilities are located in the area: one is the Ministry of Defence's - Defence Science and Technology Laboratory (Dstl). The most secretive site in the UK, no civilians, no journalists and no police allowed. It's completely sealed and confidential. Armed guards etc.
Known facts: personal have died from human experimentation with chemical and biological weapons. 1000's of pigs, monkeys and rabbits have been mutilated and killed in tests. Locals have seen body bags taken out of the facility. These stories, and others, have been reported in the uk dailymail, telegraph and mirror newspapers.
Also in the area is the chemical-biological-radiological-nuclear (CBRN) training facility. The whole locale is a real hot spot for wired shit going down. I was unlucky enough to get that weird shit thrown all over me that day.
I reported it to the police and the local press but was ignored - "it's called a military exercise love." etc.
This is what happened.
In the car on way back home. Approx 5:30. Fairly dark but otherwise good visibility. Location: Winterslow road Porton down.
A man ran in front of the car wearing a camo uniform waving frantically. I stopped and wound down the window.
"Have you seen anyone dressed like me on this road?". His breathing was heavy. I responded with a what? He shouted back "like me, dressed in camo. Have you seen anyone in uniform?" From that point on I didn't want to know what was going on because I started to get shit scared. "No" I said.
"Are you sure?".
"Yes".
He was looking in the interior of the car incase someone could be hiding in it.
"Can I look in the boot?" He asked. I noticed he has a handgun holstered. I popped the trunk. He saw it was empty and closed it. "Ok. Thanks for stopping." He then bolted down the road. I locked the doors and drove off wondering what that was all about, had someone gone AWOL?
Then five minutes later I saw the exact same guy, in the same uniform, but missing the cap, flagging me down, again! "Jesus he's just run a marathon in five minutes" I thought. I stopped again and this time he just seemed completely out of his mind terrified, dripped in sweat and white as a sheet. His skin was extremely shiny like he was a polished manikin.
"Help please..". He pleaded. "Wha?" I couldn't get the full world out and i couldn't believe what was going on. "They put me through the generator, I don't know if I'm the zombie or not." At this point I thought he had lost his mind and i wanted to get out of there, fast. "I wish he didn't have a gun" I thought.
Then he ran to the other side of the car and started trying to open the passenger door. "Open up, please, please mate, please they're coming". At this point I started having a full on panic attack and thought he was going to shoot me but when I looked for the gun it wasn't there. Then I heard the sound of heavy machinery somewhere. He heard it too and starting looking around frantically and then ran to the front of the car and I looked at his feet. He didn't have any shoes on.
Then a fucking great tank thing came roaring down the road, then another one in the opposite direction. I was half blinded by the amount of lights.
A whole squadron looked like it was pouring out of the back of the military vehicle. "MOVE ALONG NOW!" someone screamed in my ear from behind. I was in shock and responded "I can't the roads blocked" almost crying. At this point I stopped paying attention to where everyone was situated and started hyperventilating and half expected it to be a gag for some sick tv show. Then the tank thing moved out of the way and I floored it.
Frankly the whole experience wasn't much fun and left me badly shaken for about a week. If someone closed a door too quick I'd jump a mile. And I very nearly pissed my pants for the first time in my life. I also couldn't stop thinking about the manakin man and if he was alright. I knew he probably wasn’t.
I wish it ended there but I realised a few weeks later going to the press and the police was a bad idea. I thought the men in black were just a silly movie franchise.
