Reports, testimonies and some highly secret documents about the dire consequences of radioactive exposure on humans and animals, as well as ongoing research, often get into the press
One of such unusual and sensational evidence was published recently by the American magazine "World Adventure Observer". Here is what its author Patrick Macrody writes.
… The story told to me by Sergei Levitsky, forty-five, a former geologist who emigrated from Russia to the United States last year, is amazing and worthy of a writer's thriller. Nevertheless, Levitsky claims that everything. what he was talking about is absolutely true.
- It happened in 1989, in one of the most remote and impassable areas of the Siberian taiga. Our exploration team conducted exploration work in the south of Yakutia in the spurs of the Amginsky ridge.
The Yakut summer is fleeting, so we worked twelve hours a day to keep within the season. However, after two weeks, tiredness forced the group to take a day off. Each saw him off in his own way: some were fishing in the streams, some were doing the laundry, some were playing chess, and I took a carbine and left in the morning to hunt on the slopes of the ridge.
… I moved along the slope, avoiding continuous logging sites and deep ravines of streams with the hope of meeting a mountain goat: in two weeks we were all pretty tired of canned food and a fresh ten-kilogram fillet would come in handy.
After an hour and a half of my wanderings, I came out onto an almost flat area, overgrown with densely standing young Daurian larch trees. Then and. this meeting took place …
I had already gone deep into the woods when in the silence there was a barely audible crack of a branch - just in front of me, about thirty paces away. I froze and began to cock the bolt of the carbine as quietly as possible. Something, hidden from view behind the canopy of branches, was moving towards me. Judging by the noise, it was a fairly large animal, moving through the forest without special care. It was clearly unlike a musk deer or a wolverine. They go differently.
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I have already heard the breath of this creature. A minute later, branches trembled ahead and It appeared. From the first glance at him, the hair on my head began to stir and the blood froze in my veins.
And what would you feel if in front of you, two or three steps away, in a deep forest, from which to the nearest settlement a thousand kilometers, suddenly there appeared a monster from a horror movie, a terrible ghoul - yellow-skinned, with brown corpse spots on his face …
But it was not delirium, not a terrible dream: I saw his naked skull, eyes, hands, clothes - a gray jacket and black trousers, I felt that the creature was also watching me warily … This lasted for several moments. Then It groaned in its uterus and rushed into the thicket.
Coming to my senses from fear and calling on all my common sense for help, I began to think: should I start pursuit in order to reveal this amazing secret, or should I rush back without looking back? My legs insistently demanded a second. And yet the soul of the geologist won - I set off on the trail of the fleeing creature. Of course, now I moved extremely carefully, stopping and listening, without taking my finger off the cocked trigger.
About two hours later I saw that the forest in front of me broke off into a vast clearing, located, as it were, in a huge bowl. In the clearing, ten-twelve log cabins stood in a chaotic manner under flat roofs covered with grass and moss. Some buildings resembled barracks, others were ordinary village houses.
It was a strange village, I tell you! Some of the roofs and courtyards were covered with … camouflage nets, and the clearing itself was surrounded by a barbed wire fence …
And then I saw people. They were dressed, like the creature I met, in gray robes. One after another, these people slowly left the large barrack and, as if sleepily, bowed their heads, wandered towards the building on the other side of the clearing. Then they stopped at the door, where a man in military uniform, but without shoulder straps, was waiting for them. A holster hung from his belt.
I was distracted from this procession by another group in robes, which, leaving the barrack, went to the "hut", which stood twenty steps from my observation post. When I looked at them through binoculars, I was again washed from head to toe by an icy wave of horror: in front of me was a company of monsters, even more terrible than the one I had met in the forest.
These were the revived creations of Bosch's monstrous fantasies (a medieval Dutch painter - N. N.). I affirm categorically that these were not victims of ruthless leprosy or physical trauma. The skin of the monsters was of different shades, but all the colors were somehow unnatural. You will not find such people in any of the peoples existing on Earth.
Imagine, for example, a shade of solid - all over the body, a five-day bruise, with yellowness breaking through the pale blue … Or glossy pink, as if the creature had been scalded with boiling water from head to toe. Or pastel green, as if not the blood of the monster in the veins, but chlorophyll …
But their bodies were even more monstrous. I repeat, I am sure that their ugliness is not the result of trauma or leprosy that gnaws a person alive - there was something else here. Judge for yourself: one creature, for example, has three fingers on both upper limbs (the tongue does not turn to say - hands …). I suspect that it is the same with him on the lower ones - so naturally and easily they were controlled by them. These, obviously, were not acquired, but congenital deformities.
In other creatures, instead of ears, small holes were visible in the skin tightly fitting the skull, while others did not have noses, at least in our generally accepted view. In place of the nose, the bridge of the nose protruded only slightly. And in confirmation of my thought about the innate nature of deformities, another came out of the door of the "hut" towards this group: it is quite obvious that in front of me is offspring. They were slender and much shorter. But their monstrous features and skin color were copies of adults.
It was scary: the monsters reproduced themselves … Another group in robes stretched out from the door of the third hut. They moved a little further away from me, but it was not difficult to see them. This group surprised me in another way: there were certainly people in front of me. Without any external deformities, eyes are sensible, normal skin color. But something else was important: their hands were chained with thin, but apparently strong chains, and the guards who surrounded the people in robes were numerous. It seems, I thought, these chained guys are much more dangerous than the terrible ghouls standing free and without much observation …
As I understand it, all of them were taken to some kind of "medical examination": at first the "doctor" who came out of the hut without a robe, but in the same military uniform without shoulder straps, gave each monster an injection, some took blood with small syringes (or whatever was flowing in their veins …), poured the contents into test tubes, then, after visual inspection, selected three monsters - an adult and two "children" - and brought them into the hut. Yes, and one more very curious observation: the "doctor" examined everyone with a dosimeter. I have no doubt that it was a dosimeter: geologists are constantly working with a variety of instruments that determine the level of radioactivity.
An indicative fact, don't you think? What else to tell? Around the village, I did not notice the glades, let alone the road. This means, first of all, that they get here only by air. By the way, a large round platform in the center of the village may well serve to receive a helicopter … Such was the amazing story of Sergei Levitsky.
- But what happened next? I asked him.
- Well, then … I was noticed … And not people, and not monsters. Ordinary dogs. So black, big. Apparently, I inadvertently made a noise, or maybe the wind changed and pulled in their direction. One way or another, but before that amazingly silent village (for all the time I did not hear a single human word - only shuffling of feet) suddenly resounded with furious barking. And black dogs jumped out from behind the far hut.
Without a moment's hesitation, I jumped out of my ambush and ran away. I remembered the way back well, so there was no need to think about the route: the legs carried themselves. I had to wade through dense undergrowth, jump over streams, heaps of boulders and fallen trees. And all this instantly took the breath away, took away strength. The moment came when I had to stop. I froze, trying to breathe as calmly as possible, although it hardly worked. The heart beat with an insane frequency, like a bell, it seemed, right in the brain.
I was waiting for the dogs. But a much more terrible test was in store for me: instead of black shadows among the trees, human figures were advancing on me. But these were not guards, I was pursued by creatures in gray robes, freed from their chains, and several yellow-purple and pink monsters …
They ran in an organized chain, almost at a walking jog, without uttering a single sound or looking at their feet - and this was especially scary. I did not notice the weapons with them, but the fact that the intentions of these creatures were fatal to me is obvious. The terrible secret of the village demanded the most radical measures from its owners …
Once again, with all the strength I ran up the slope, firmly holding my carbine in my hands, clearly realizing that my legs would not save me.
I don't know how much time has passed, maybe thirty minutes, or maybe three times more, but, stopping again to take a breath, I did not hear the chase. "Really gone?" - flashed with desperate hope.
And suddenly, literally fifty paces away, two gray figures appeared from the bushes. They breathed evenly! With the same unhurried jog, the creepy creatures were heading in my direction. Their faces were still raised, and the eyes that I had already seen, they were so close, looked indifferently, as if through me.
And then my nerves could not stand it - and I fired … The distance was so small that, despite the beating. me trembling, I didn't miss. The first pursuer ran into a bullet, froze for a moment and slowly collapsed face first. In the center of his back were shreds of bloody robe.
I twitched the bolt and fired at the second one almost point-blank. He was thrown back. Without expecting the appearance of other pursuers, I began to climb the already very steep slope. Having gone up about a hundred meters, I looked around. What I saw made me scream in horror: the monsters I had “killed” were jogging towards the slope I had just climbed! And yet I left … And it happened like this.
Seeing that the monsters, despite the wounds they received, continue to pursue, I shot in their direction again and, breaking my nails, climbed up the stone ridge. In this part, the ridge was steep, but not so high, so in half an hour I found myself on its almost flat treeless summit.
Before starting the descent, I looked back. My two pursuers were already near. But I immediately noticed that their movements became shaky and much slower.
Moreover, they were weakening before our eyes. A few moments passed, and suddenly one of the monsters stumbled and fell. A few steps later, the second fell. They didn't move. After waiting five minutes, constantly looking around and listening to see if there were others nearby, I decided to come closer to them. There was no fear. Apparently, today there was so much of it that my nervous system simply turned off, leaving some kind of cold emptiness in my soul …
The monsters lay almost nearby. It is clear that they were dead. It seems that even their monstrous vitality, which allowed them to continue chasing me even after the lethal shots, still could not defeat the blow of carbine bullets. Looking at the prostrate bodies for the last time, I began to go down the slope … When I saw the fire, the tents, the guys, it was already getting dark.
In the eyes of my colleagues, I realized that they had little faith in my confused story and, moreover, did not heed the demand to urgently call a helicopter for evacuation. Nevertheless, it was decided to leave the duty officer for the night. But nothing happened. Not the next day, not after. We worked in the taiga for another two weeks. And then, without incident, the party returned to the mainland …
Sergei Levitsky's story is commented on by a former employee of the Livermore Science Laboratory, who participated in secret biological research for four years, Professor David Nevling:
- For all the fantasticness of this story, nevertheless, I would take it seriously. Research findings, at least those I have the right to speak openly about, definitely show the most striking effects of radiation on humans and animals.
I think Sergei Levitsky "opened" the village to a reservation where victims of radiogenetic mutations are hidden from the world. I suppose that there are such reservations not only in Russia, but also in the United States. It is also possible that mutant villages are secretly located in the territory of third countries, somewhere in the Amazon or Central Africa …
I also have one more consideration. These reservations fulfill … a humane role. Perhaps the researchers came to the conclusion that the genetic mutations of monsters have gone so far, their hereditary apparatus has changed so much that they began to pose - in case of contact - a real and terrible threat to all mankind as carriers of a completely different and alien genotype.
That is, they have become a new kind of creatures, which, moreover, judging by the testimony of Levitsky, are able to reproduce their own kind. And this is already scary …