Montauk Is Strange (eBook)

The Archives: 36 Years Exploring Camp Hero, Long Island and the Legend of the Montauk Project

Brian E. Minnick (Autor)

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2024 | 1. Auflage
430 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-5180-6 (ISBN)

Follow along as Brian Minnick investigates and explores the deeper details of Montauk, and dives into the mysteries of Camp Hero & The strange experiments that were said to have taken place during The Montauk Project. Minnick who has been visiting Camp Hero since 1988, and has appeared on several network television shows on Montauk, is no stranger to this topic. In Montauk Is Strange, Brian shares some of his archives, eyewitness testimony from Long Island locals, and several field reports from expeditions to the abandoned base in the 1990s, before it was a State Park. With hundreds of images, several documents, and a full on deep dive into the factual military history of the area, as well as dozens of topics to dive into, this book will not disappoint. Minnick presents his findings and makes his case, but leaves the final outcome up to the reader. If you are interested in the story behind Stranger Things then you have come to the right place... this is a must have for everyone that is interested in Camp Hero, and the land that is Montauk.

'Brian Minnick takes urban exploration to a whole new level in Montauk Is Strange, the Archives. As a seasoned explorer, Minnick dares to venture where others fear to tread - deep into the abandoned tunnels and bunkers beneath the mysterious Camp Hero military base. Through his first-hand investigations, Minnick uncovers compelling new evidence that sheds light on Camp Hero's shadowy past. Minnick skillfully pieces together clues and connects dots that have eluded outsiders for decades. He presents a compelling case that Camp Hero's real mission went far beyond its public cover as an early warning radar station. What Minnick documents suggests a far deeper level of covert research and testing than has ever been officially acknowledged. Montauk Is Strange, the Archives takes readers on a thought-provoking journey down some truly uncharted rabbit holes. Minnick backs up his revelations with meticulously detailed accounts, maps, and never-before-published photographs that will make skeptics into believers. This is an absolute must-read for anyone fascinated by the unknown history of the Montauk Project and rumors of bizarre government experiments. This collection, is a riveting open window into one of the most intriguing Cold War mysteries we still don't have all the answers to.

St. Patricks Day Parade & first visit: Exploring the tunnels of Battery 216

Date: March 17, 1988

Participants: B, Gerry, Phil, Mark

Entered from: Access road D, outer gate only

Notes: 4 Kids exploring randomly, the extreme East side of the base. Rode bikes & walked from Lighthouse parking lot, did not enter inner gate, went directly inside Battery 216 underground bunker.

Set & Setting: Montauk Village & Montauk Point, 1988

We started out in Montauk town for the famous Montauk St. Patrick’s Day parade. Our 3 families would routinely gather in the Montauk Lighthouse parking lot for Bar-B-Cues and tailgate fun, in which the kids of the group, at least the oldest ones, would explore around the trails of Montauk on our bikes or on foot. We had visited Montauk several times in this fashion, too many to count or remember. I was roughly 11 years old at the time.

This time we started at the parade with the lighthouse parking lot as our after party destination. There was a wild energy that coursed through us this particular year. First we started out watching the parade from the top of the converted ambulance that one of the families in our group, used as a family vehicle. We went into White’s Drug Store and picked up some of those toy guns that shoots plastic disks and were shooting them over the parade, while sitting of the roof of the former ambulance.

Later, we ended up skateboarding right into the parade, and waving to people as we rode along behind a float. I think people actually thought we were part of the parade, but no one knew who we were at all. We just smiled and waved to the people who were waving back with confused looks on their faces.

Later, myself and two other boys who were the oldest (let’s call them Gerry and Phil) were walking around the streets near the parade. As if we did not cause enough hell already, Phil thought it was no problem at all to carry his bb-gun rifle around with us. I started seeing the looks of horror or shock that people started giving us, and the sense of danger was growing in my gut, the possibility of getting in trouble just by walking near him, was very real. I heard the whispers and was sure someone was calling to report us. I vocalized how bad of an idea this was. Phil assured us it was no big deal. I wanted to at least be a voice of reason, but I was not going to snitch on him or run off. I stayed around to see what happened next. Not long after, the police came and apprehended Phil and took him away. I made very good eye contact with the police and they realized that neither myself or Gerry fully consented to Phil’s choice to bring the weapon along.

We then had to go and tell our parents that our 11 or 12 year old friend had been arrested for carrying what looked like a small caliber rifle around the main streets of Montauk during their busiest time of the year. “How often does a child under 12 get arrested at a parade?” I thought. Phil’s parents ended up getting him released as a minor, probably ROR, with an arrest ticket of sorts, but I am not sure of the legal details. After all of that excitement, I am sure our parents were eager to get away from the crowds and probably have a drink after all that stress we gave them. We finally reached our favorite destination: The lighthouse parking lot.

The exploration:

This time we took the “cut” which was a small trail near the South side of the parking lot, that took us out to the Montauk Highway ‘loop’. We followed the road right into the (Camp Hero) base on our bikes. I think I was on foot and the other Three (Phil, Gerry and Gerry’s little brother Mark) had BMX type bikes, in which I may have rode on someones ‘pegs’. We made our way towards the Ocean, and towards the bluffs.

We stumbled upon a bunker’s back entrance door (Battery 216) which was completely sealed with cinder blocks except one small body sized hole that we could squeeze through. Of course, One by One we climbed into the hole head first and came down on our hands on the other side. We did not have any flashlights so our only light source was the daylight that came through that hole. The tunnel angled off to the Right after a few feet, which made things even darker as we proceeded. There were hallways off to the Right side of the tunnel. Phil made a brief detour into the Second room on the Right. He peeked his head into the room into the darkness. I asked him “what’s in there?”. He told me there was just an empty room with a metal table, and a potted plant on it. He came back into the main tunnel and we decided to head straight through to the other side. Being that we had not even a single flashlight, if we stayed close to the wall and moved straight ahead, in theory, we should reach the other side.

At this point I was the last one in line, and as we left the area in front of the hallway (and the very last bit of sunlight), I had the weirdest vision in my mind (which I attribute to a very active imagination): I imagined a large, bi-pedal, muscular, lizard like creature, with a long tail, possibly small wings, that wanted to “get” us, to drain our energy. (See Figure E-4) I saw us through it’s eyes, from within the dark room, as we passed by the hallway corridor. I imagined that as it was looking at us, it was hungry for energy but it felt so weak and drained, it could not lift a finger to approach us. Keep in mind this wild idea was something that came to me in a brief flash of time as I passed by the doorway of the dark room to the right. I watch allot of sci-fi and horror movies and it makes sense to me that this was my imagination. I know it is very unusual to see us through it’s eyes, and to feel it’s feelings, and I am not trying to say anything specific by relaying this info. I want to paint the full picture of my mindset, as this moment is something that stuck with me for many years. Just to note: this was long before I had ever read of any conspiracies involving anything reptilian in nature, but I did have a large comic collection, and found a brief cameo character from a Marvel comic that does look similar. I thought this was important to note as I would find something very interesting on Google many years later. [see: Reptilians at Montauk - by Michelle Guerin]

Now, back to reality, and onto the really scary part. We proceeded down the hallway with no light, other than the minuscule amount of ambient light this far down the hallway, combined with the extra sensitivity we gained as our eyes adjusted to complete darkness. We ran our hands along the wall for guidance. I stayed close to the Right side wall, and occasionally felt a door, or lack of a wall which was definitely a sign a long hallway. You could also feel the tunnel wind, which was air movement that indicated a room or hallway in that direction. Sounds were enhanced due to our lack of visual input, which also allowed us to some degree, to ‘hear’ the shape of the hallways and rooms. (See Figure E-2)

At this point there was a very small amount of ambient light from up ahead. Just enough to make the large hole in the hallway floor in front of us, stand out. Besides the pitch black hole in the floor, that extended wall to wall in front of us, there was a very forceful continuous gust of wind that was blowing up through the hole in front of us. How were we going to cross over this hole? How would we proceed? It looked as if we were going to have to turn back and exit the way we came in. When examining the (lack of) floor closely, we could see that the hole did indeed extend to the wall itself, but there was only some Iron rebar left of the hallway floor, closest to the wall, which extended about 6” out from the wall. The cross section of the floor looked like 2 layers of 6” thick concrete, which sandwiched the iron rebar in the middle. To make things worse, the rebar, which was all that was left to step on, also slanted downward slightly. I would say this exposed rebar and collapsed cement portion ran for almost a Meter in length along the wall, before growing much wider as the hole rounded outward. (See Figure E-3)

Time to cross. My stomach dropped as Phil crossed over first. He was the biggest and he seemed to use his forward momentum to get himself across, throwing himself onto the ground at the other side. Next Gerry carefully crossed, facing the wall with his hands, and when he was halfway over, Phil grabbed his arm on pulled him toward safety. You can tell by the force of the wind that blew up out of the hole, that this was a large cavernous area beneath us. No time to think about that now. My turn. It was focus, or fall and possibly die.

I realized that leaning to close to the wall when positioned face first, hands against the wall, could lead to the loss of balance followed by falling backwards. I still had time to go back by myself, out the way we came in. No… I am crossing. I started apprehensively, and then it crossed my mind that the slow inching along, sideways, with my face against the wall was not sufficient to cross. I thought of stalling out and falling backwards, and that was not an option. I used a sideways forward motion (almost the beginning of a run) that was aided by a few hands reaching out and grabbing my collar and sleeve, pulling me / guiding me the rest of the way to safety. This was easily one of the scariest and most dangerous things I have ever experienced. Falling in that hole was a sure death.

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Erscheint lt. Verlag	20.3.2024
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Esoterik / Spiritualität
Themenwelt	Technik
ISBN-13	979-8-3509-5180-6 / 9798350951806

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