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McLeod Andrews (1:37)
They say war accelerates innovation, pushing boundaries in pursuit of victory. But what happens when those boundaries cross into the unknown? Some experiments, it seems, are classified not only to protect secrets, but to shield us from truths we aren't ready to face. Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious, mysterious, supernatural events. Each week we bring you a thrilling story that puts you at the center of the action, followed by a discussion that dives into the accounts that inspired the story and our takes on them. I'm McLeod.
Brian Sigley (2:14)
And I'm Brian. And today we're heading to Philadelphia, where one mysterious experiment is about to upend a man's life forever.
McLeod Andrews (2:22)
What happened to the USS Eldridge and its hapless crew on that fateful day in 1943? Find out on this episode of Sightings. Um, you can call me Christopher. And I need to get this on record just in case something happens to me, or in case things don't go as planned, or I don't know what, because something is happening, is about to happen, and I honestly have no idea what's coming next. And I know that's vague. And I know how strange what I'm about to say is going to sound. I mean, if someone had told me this story, I'd have said they were crazy. Hell, sometimes I think I am crazy. But I know what I saw, I know what I filmed, and I know what they did to cover it up. Because the Navy took everything from me that day and dammit, I'm going to get it back. I work for Naval Intelligence in their photography and technical intelligence department. I'm not sure I'll be working for them anymore after what's about to go down. But the chips will fall where they may. Point is, I was working there last summer as well when this all started. And you know, really, it means I was just a guy with a camera. Point and shoot, Document the tests, file the footage, keep my mouth shut. Simple. And I was good at my job, you know, I guess you could say I had a knack for composition, for capturing the right moment. And that's how I met Ry, actually. He was serving on the USS Edison when I was assigned to document their sea trials. And in the downtime, we got to talking and we just clicked. You know, the kind of friendship that feels like you've known each other forever, right from the start. Sorry, I'm getting off track. But you need to understand what was at stake. What they took from us. From me. So, last summer, 1943. Philadelphia Naval Shipyard. Hot as hell. I remember that. The kind of day where your shirt sticks to your back before noon. They'd called me in early. Said there was going to be a special test. Top secret, need to know basis. All I knew was I had to film it. When I got to the yard, I saw the USS Eldridge. A brand new Cannon class destroyer, barely two months out of her launch. 1600 tons of American steel with a crew of 216. And wouldn't you know it, the first one I saw on deck was Rye. He was loading equipment of some kind. And it turns out he'd been transferred there but hadn't told me. He wasn't allowed to. I shouted up to him from my vantage point, but he didn't hear me. God. God, if I'd known what was going to happen that day, I'd have shouted harder. You know, they had these machines mounted all over and around the Eldridge. Strange things I'd never seen before. Heavy cables running everywhere connecting to these massive generators. All I heard was it was something about electromagnetic fields. And boy, the eggheads were excited about it, whatever it was. So I was set up on the pier, about 50 yards away. A perfect vantage point to film whatever was supposed to happen. Ry managed to catch my eye from the deck and flash. To smile and wave. And that. Well, yeah, that was the last time I saw him. Normal. There was a countdown. And then the machines turned on. And it started. Subtle, so I wasn't even sure what was supposed to be happening. And then I saw this darkening of the air around the ship, like heat waves rising off hot pavement. But it's. Ah, no, no, no. It's hard to describe. It's. It's. It's almost like it had substance to it. Then this. This green mist started forming. Thin at first, like cigarette smoke, but it got thicker. And I swear the. The color wasn't like anything I'd seen before. It just wasn't natural. It made your eyes hurt to look at it too long. And then the sound started. God, the sound. It began as this low hum. You could feel it in your teeth. Then it got higher, like a whisper, right in your ear, but from everywhere at once. And then it turned into this violent buzzing, like a million angry hornets. I saw Rhy grab onto a railing to steady himself. He looked scared. And I mean it. Ry never looked scared. The field became visible then. Like a sheet of pure electricity surrounding the ship. And then it pulsed like a. Like a heartbeat. And the force of it knocked me flat on my ass. And my camera went flying. And I heard someone shout, cut the power. But the power didn't cut. The field just kept pulsing. And I scrambled to get my camera to keep falling, filming whatever was happening on that ship. But when I looked back through my viewfinder, the eldritch. The entire damn ship was gone. Just vanished. And all that was left was this perfect outline of a ship's hull in the water, as if the entire battleship had been rendered invisible somehow. Then water rushed in to fill the void, and the displacement wave nearly knocked me off the piercing. There were maybe half a dozen of us there, and nobody said a damn word. I mean, what could you say after something like that? Then this voice came booming over a megaphone from somewhere behind us. Keep filming. So I did. God help me, I did. For four hours, I pointed my camera at empty water burning through roll after roll of film. The whole time, my mind was racing. Where was the ship? Where was Rai? Were they dead? Were they gone? Some other observers started talking about other dimensions, and the whispering got wilder by the hour because nobody really knew. Nobody knew a damn thing. Then in the third hour, we started seeing things like ripples in the air, where the ship should have been. Sometimes I thought I could hear voices. Like radio static, snippets of conversations, but distorted, wrong, stretched. Like they were coming from very far away or were somewhere else entirely. Then, just as suddenly as it vanished, the eldritch reappeared. And then the screaming started. Dear God, the screaming. Sorry. Sorry, I just. Give me a minute. We weren't supposed to board the ship. That voice on the megaphone was yelling at us to stay back. But when we heard those screams, a few of us ran up the gangway. And honestly, nothing could have prepared us for what we found. The sailors on deck. Some of them were flickering like a bad film reel, fading in and out of existence. I saw one man reach out to me. His eyes were wild with terror. And then he just vanished. Just gone. Like he never existed. Then another was walking in circles, babbling about the green place. And the others. His uniform was smoking, though there was no fire. Others were. Oh, God. They were fused with the ship itself. Merged with the metal. Arms, legs, torsos, just embedded in the bulkheads. Still alive, still screaming. One man's face was sticking out of the deck. And he was conscious, begging for help. The metal hadn't just trapped him. It had become part of him. That's when I heard Ry's voice from below deck, calling my name. I ran down the stairs, following his voice. The corridors were worse than the deck. Men frozen mid stride, half phased through walls. Some just. Some were just parts of men. A hand reaching out of the ceiling, a face in the floor, all screaming. And I found Rai in the forward section. His hand, his whole right arm up to the elbow, was buried in the steel hull. Like the metal had melted and solidified around him. When he saw me, he tried to smile. Can you believe that? Trying to be brave. And I still remember what he said. Looks like I'm in a bit of a spot here. I told him I'd get him out. So I found a welder who hadn't lost his mind. And we started trying to figure out how to. Well, how to cut him free without. Without taking his arm off. And. And as they were cutting, Ry grabbed my hand with his free one. He squeezed it, and that look in his eyes. I knew then I'd never see him whole again, even if we got him out. But before we could free him, they grabbed me. Shore Patrol MPs. I don't know who they were. They dragged me back up top, off the ship. God, I fought them. I fought them so hard. But there were too many. And the last thing I heard was Ry calling my name. But that day, well, that was only the beginning. Yep. Only the beginning. Oh, God.
