This content alleges a deep, hidden secret within Antarctica involving a massive anomaly in the ice, vanished scientists, and unexplained aerial phenomena, suggesting a global pact to conceal these truths and hinting at non-human involvement.
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There's a hole in Antarctica that every
nation on Earth has signed a pact to
keep it hidden. A secret so forbidden
that World War II won't start until one
breaks this silent oath. What lies
beneath doesn't just steal minds, it
rewrites reality.
December 2015. Investigative journalist
Linda Molton Howie's inbox blinks. An
email from Brian, a US Navy flight
engineer with an Antarctic service metal
detonates. They told us it was an air
sampling station. They lied. During an
emergency medevac crisis, to speed up
their trip, the crew flew across that
no-fly zone and apparently saw what they
were not supposed to see. But there's
more. 15 scientists vanished for two
weeks, return hollow, trembling, gear
quarantined, their faces like they'd
seen God or the devil. It was something
I had never seen before. And something
had scared those people to the point
that they were almost uh uh scared of,
you know, frightened to the point of not
moving. Their sheer terror was palpable,
an unspoken understanding that what they
witnessed defied explanation. Men in
suits replace NDAs with threats. You did
not see what you saw. You will not talk
about this. And he said, "Okay,
gentlemen. Um, what you saw, you did not
see. You were not over that area. And
you will not ever talk about this um
again." This isn't science fiction. It's
testimony. Remember Buzz Aldrin's 2016
tweet, "We are all in danger. It is evil
itself." It was dismissed as fatigue. Now
proof. The Antarctic ice sheets hold
secrets older than human civilization.
But sometimes they bleed through the
cracks of routine. Brian's description
of pre-flight rituals reads like
clockwork. Pre-dawn wakeups, log book
checks, fuel calculations. But
Antarctica doesn't respect routine.
C130 crews are the lifeline of Antarctic
operations. Their days revolve around
cargo drops, medivvacs, and resupply
runs. Mundane, predictable until they're
not. A sudden medivvac reroute forces
the crew to violate a no-fly zone near
the South Pole. A decision that will
unravel everything they thought they
knew about this frozen
continent. We got a change of mission.
Three words, change of mission. that
pivots this story from logistics to
lore. What begins as a standard medivvac
morphs into a violation of orders. Why?
Because beneath the ice lies a structure
the size of a football field. Unfold
everything that happened. Our mission
was just a a science resupply somewhere
out on the on the western side of the
continent. So, it was just a short
flight, probably an hour and a half,
hour 45 minutes to that science party
that had been put out uh prior. We got a
change of mission when we had gone up to
operations and uh they were told that uh
our crew was going to take one of our uh
our model aircraft and we were going to
fuel it up, max out the gas and fly to
South Pole and then from there we were
going to top off the fuel and then fly
to Davis for a medevac that some person
had uh become injured and needed to be
uh taken off the continent immediately.
And what happened? So, we got airborne
and everybody knew there was an air
sampling station that way because we
were briefed every time prior to our
deployment that this was the no-fly zone
because it was uh labeled as a air
sampling uh station and that we weren't
to fly over it. So, as a crew, we
decided that we would take that direct
route to Davis instead of deviating 20
mi uh around that air sampling, which is
approximately what they required us to
do if we were to have to go in that
direction. So, we were taking off and we
were climbing and about 5 to 10 miles
out, somebody decided to look out the
window instead of looking at their
instruments and and the radar of the
navigator does. and somebody said, "Hey,
there's this big dark spot out here."
And so we ended up flying not directly
over it, but somewhat offset so that we
could look out the left side of the
aircraft. And it was down at about a 45°
angle, and there was this large opening
in the ice where this air sampling
station was supposed to be. How big do
you think estimate it was? And did it
look like it was somewhat structured? I
estimated that you could have at least
flown one of our aircraft into it. Uh so
the wingspan of our aircraft is 135 138
ft uh wide. So it would have had to have
been large enough to accommodate that
wingspan, but it was probably uh
probably more of the size of a football
field. C130 engines hum with routine
until they don't. The crew's decision to
cut across the no-fly zone near the
South Pole wasn't recklessness. It was
necessity. A medivvac hanging in the
balance. But Antarctica trades and
secrets, not mercy. At 20,000 ft, the
anomaly glared back. A jagged maw on the
ice. Artificially geometric. Football
field size. Ramped.
Engineered. This wasn't an air sampling
station. Tracks led to it. Human tracks.
Snowcats. supply routes. But here's the
kicker. When debriefed, the crew wasn't
handed NDAs. They were stalked by
omission. A man in green fatigues
materialized, his warnings ablade. You
did not see the ice hole. What would you
do if you saw something that shattered
everything you'd been told? If the
official story didn't match what was
right in front of your eyes in
Antarctica, the truth gets buried.
sometimes under a mile of ice, sometimes
under a mountain of headlines. And
that's not just a problem at the bottom
of the world. When I first heard Brian's
story, I wondered, could anything like
this happen for real? So, I started
digging. That's when I found something
eerily familiar. Just recently,
scientists at the remote SA 4 base sent
out a desperate plea for help, reporting
violence and threats after months of
isolation. But here's what's wild.
Depending on where you look, the story
changes. Just look at these headlines.
One headline from a source that leans
more right focused on the threats and
security risks, almost sensational in
its tone. Another from a central leading
outlet emphasized the psychological toll
of isolation in the human side of the
story. And a third barely mentioned the
incident at all, almost as if it wasn't
newsworthy. With ground news, you can
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Because in a world where the truth is
always shifting, where secrets can be
hidden in plain sight or erased with a
single headline, sometimes the only way
to know what's real is to see the whole
picture. And what Brian's crew uncovered
next. It makes a hole the size of a
football field seem almost ordinary.
Because after that flight, it wasn't
just the ice that held secrets. It was
the people. Scientists who vanished.
Faces that returned hollow. in a cover
up that went far deeper than anyone
expected. We landed uh in McMmero. They
had an ambulance waiting uh for us for
the for the patient. Uh we shut down
engines. They offloaded him onto another
aircraft. Another crew had been waiting
uh to take him back to Christ Church,
New Zealand. So they offloaded him. Then
uh we put the airplane to bed. My job as
the engineer uh was to post-flight the
aircraft and make sure that it was okay
to fly or if anything was wrong with it,
I had to write up the discrepancies and
give it to our man's control people so
that they could fix the aircraft for for
the next mission for the next crew. So,
we went back up, everybody got in the
van and uh drove back up to McMmero, got
out and we had to go back into um uh
operations or the puzzle palace as we
called it. And we were told that the
crew had to wait here instead of doing
the normal debrief with our operations
guy and then going back and get
something to eat and and do whatever and
then started going into crew rest for
our next mission. So we were told to
wait in the in the conference room. So
we all went in the conference room and u
about 5 10 minutes later this gentleman
walked in that nobody knew wasn't part
of the squadron but he was dressed in
the the regular uh green fatigues that
everybody wore down there when they
weren't um on flight status kind of
looking at all of us and he says okay so
um you guys went through the uh no-fly
zone uh north of pole and violated that
air airspace restriction and our
aircraft commissioner says yeah we did
we thought it was prudent that we not
waste any time and shave some time off
our flight time to get to uh the medevac
that was at Davis. They we were told it
was important and not to uh waste any
time. So, we made the decision to to fly
over that air sampling station. Uh the
gentleman basically kind of looked
around at all of us sitting at the table
and looked at each one of us and he
said, "Okay, gentlemen, um what you saw
you did not see. you were not over that
area and you will not ever talk about
this um again. Okay. And that's all he
said. There was no repercussions like or
any threat like okay and if you do talk
about it this or this is going to
happen. Okay. And we all sat there kind
of dumbfounded. It's like
okay. All right. So we what did we see?
So none of us thought anything of it
other than this big hole in the ground.
Okay. In the ice. In the ice. Exactly.
So it was like, "So why is this guy
making a big deal about it now and
saying that uh we can't talk about it
and we didn't see it?" Debriefings in
Antarctica are routine until they become
rituals of erasure. Brian's crew returns
from the medivvac mission, adrenaline
still crackling from the ice hole
sighting, but Antarctica trades in
secrets, not closure. You did not see
the ice hole. Seven words that transform
a debriefing into a crime scene. No
paperwork. No NDAs, just a verbal
scalpel excising
reality. The absence of NDAs is its own
smoking gun. Coercion thrives in
shadows. Ask yourself, why verbal
threats over legal contracts? Because
some truths are too volatile for paper.
When the crew later hears scientists
whisper about visitors at South Pole's
bar, the puzzle snaps into focus.
Nonhuman visitors, silent agreements, a
continent playing
host. What the crew learns next will
make the ice hole feel trivial.
Scientists who vanish for 2 weeks and
return fundamentally altered. Now, can
you unfold what may be a link exactly to
that hole with the strange story of the
disappearing scientists, the National
Science Foundation scientists? Well, the
standard operating procedure and all the
science parties know, I mean, it's part
of their training, their survival
training, is that every day they have to
check in on radio and they would call in
at a certain time every day and give a
status report or a situation report. And
they were supposed to do that. That was
mandatory. If McMurdo had not heard from
them in 2 days, then they were we were
supposed to try and initiate contact.
So, we had to go back out since we were
the crew that had put them in
originally. We knew the area. We knew
where the creasse fields were so that we
wouldn't end up uh landing in a creasse
field and ended up losing the airplane.
So, we were the ones designated to go
back out. So, we flew around the camp,
did a circle a couple times, but there
was no uh movement. There was no people
moving around in the camp. Usually, when
when a C130 flies over, you can't miss
that sound. and the people come out to
see, hey, you know, our, you know, our
males here or our milk's here or
something like that, but there wasn't
anybody to be seen. So, we ended up and
made the approach into the skiway there
and landed, taxied up to the camp and uh
we didn't know how long we were going to
be there, so we shut our engines down
and uh some of us got out and uh tried
to find uh some of the science party
that was there. We couldn't find
anybody. We were told, "Okay, you guys,
you need to go back out to that that
science camp and picked up those
people." Because they finally called in
and said they wanted to be picked up.
They didn't even wait for the the cargo
to be loaded cuz normally the cargo gets
loaded first and then we bring the
passengers on. They all approximately 15
of them uh just basically moved as quick
as they could onto the aircraft and sat
down in the seats. And at that point,
Brian, you and the crew were so baffled
because not one of those scientists that
had been missing would talk to any of
you. Right. Right. Yeah. That's what I
was That's what I was going to talk
about. None of them would say a single
word to us. I mean, my load master on
the way back, I went back up to my seat
and and got strapped in and my load
master continued to try and find out,
talking to different people, trying to
find out what went on and none of them
would say anything, but they all had
that frightened look on their face. What
do you think was happening to them at
that point? I think they were in some
kind of shock, you know, maybe like a
post-traumatic stress syndrome or
something like that, PTSD. I mean, it
was something I had never seen before.
And something had scared those people to
the point that they were, you know,
almost uh uh scared of, you know,
frightened to the point of not moving.
Brian's crew arrives at the Merry Bird
Land Camp to find tents erect,
snowmobiles parked, coffee cups half
full, but no scientists, just wind
howling through empty Quanet
huts. When the crew finally retrieves
the scientists, their faces tell the
story. Wide eyes, trembling hands, lips
sealed tighter than a cryogenic vault.
These weren't men. They were husks.
The scientist gear was quarantined, not
incinerated, studied. Ask yourself, why
preserve equipment, but silence
witnesses? Because some contagions
aren't viral, they're mimedic. Years
later, rumors surfaced that the
quarantine gear was shipped to Wright
Patterson Air Force Base, home to
America's most infamous foreign material
lab. Coincidence or
confession? What the crew learns next
chills deeper than Antarctic ice. A
debriefing with men in suits who speak
in threats, not orders. Explain what
happened to the scientists and the gear.
It's separate tracks. Right. The uh Air
New Zealand army was in charge of the uh
cargo movement on the ice. So they took
it over up into McMurdo and it was put
in a separate building all by itself and
uh it was quarantined. No one was
allowed to go in there and it was to
stay there until it was uh put on
another airplane back to um Christ
Church, New Zealand. This is all the
gear that was there at Marie Birdland
with the time of the scientists going
missing, right? All of their stuff that
we brought back out for that camp was
quarantined in a in a building. Now, in
this building, there wasn't anything
else. It wasn't shared with anything. It
was an empty basically quite hut type
storage building and it was the only
thing in there. Uh it was locked. Nobody
was allowed to go in there. We were told
don't go near that stuff. And we said
why? And it's like we were just told
it's quarantine. Don't go where go near
it. Didn't you have some more people in
suits show up uh to talk with you guys
and there were you also had more
discussions with people in rumors about
this. We were debriefed again. So we
were taken in the same room in the
operations building and we were sat down
and this time two guys showed up. They
weren't they were not dressed in
fatigues. They were dressed in what I
would consider like a suit type apparel.
Uh the only thing that was different was
that they uh didn't have the regular
suit type shoes that that but they were
wearing some type of uh cold weather
boot uh on. And so um we were told the
same thing. Okay. think you guys are not
going to say anything about uh about
this incident that that you didn't find
that those scientists at Marie Birdland
when you went to pick them up and
uh that uh nothing was going to be said
about it. Okay. Again, we weren't we
weren't asked to sign anything like the
first time and so debriefings in
Antarctica follow a script until the
script writer is inhuman. Brian's crew
returns from Merry Bird Land, their
nerves still raw from retrieving the
silent, hollowedeyed scientists. But in
this theater of ice, the final act
belongs to men who don't wear uniforms.
They were power. You are not to talk
about this incident. No paperwork, no
raised voices, just a blade of
implication. We've already erased it.
The absence of NDAs is an oversight.
It's arrogance. Verbal threats leave no
trail. Ask yourself, who silences
witnesses without paperwork? Entities
above governments. Entities that own
patents on reality. Years later, Buzz
Aldrin would tweet, "We are all in
danger. It is evil itself." After a
South Pole
evacuation, coincidence or a breadcrumb
for those connecting dots across
decades, what comes next makes the suits
look quaint. a final flight over the
trans Antarctic mountains where silver
discs perform maneuvers no human pilot
could survive. And so on that we get to
95 uh to 96 and you all are doing some
of these runs and talk about what
happened over the transarctic mountain.
Uh, one of the trips that we're going
from McMurdo to Pole was just a regular
what we called a milk run. And we were
taking people and cargo up there. And so
we were normal route was to take off
from McMurdo, fly over Minibluff, which
is one of the lands landmarks that we we
knew we were on course and then fly to
the east side of the Trans Anatarctic
Mountains, which happened to be actually
almost over the entire length of the
Beardmore Glacier because the Beardmore
Glacier runs um alongside the Trans
Antarctic Mountain Range. We were coming
up past the Ant Transat Arctics. We were
just east of that mountain range and
we're we're probably around 25,000 ft or
so altitude and one of the load masters
in the back. He uh was looking out the
window and he's like looking down the
transatics, you know, and seeing what he
could see and he saw some glimpses of uh
light reflections of something and he
called me and said say uh hey an uh come
back here and look at this. So, I got
out of my seat and went back there and
looking out the window and I said, "What
are you looking at?" He says, "Look at
that down there." And he says, "See
those little flashes?" And I says, and I
started looking around. I don't see
anything. And he says, "Oh, no, no. Over
here. Go over to the left a little bit.
See on the top of the by the mountain
peaks." And I'm looking. I says, "Oh,
yeah. I see them now." And I say told
him, he says, "What do you think those
are?" And he says, he says, "I don't know."
know."
All of a sudden, there was a group of
maybe four or five of these glints and
they were right over the top of the
transarctics and you could see them
reflecting the light and I got to
looking at them a little bit closer and
a little bit closer and they started
becoming bigger which to me was an
indication that they were climbing in
altitude but they still stayed over the
train of Antarctics and I'm looking at
them and it's like you know that looks
like discs or and I kind of jokingly
said flying saucers. And he looked at me
and he kind of smiled. He goes, "Well,
that's what I thought, too." But I
wasn't going to say anything cuz I
thought you I thought maybe you think I
was a nuts or something. I says, "No,
that's what it looks like." And then the
formation of the discs, the lead one,
the one in the front would make a dash
toward this other mountain peak, and
then the other ones would all follow,
and they would all stop next to the the
lead uh disc. And then they would dart
off in another direction. one would go
and then the other ones would follow.
And then surprisingly enough, one of one
of them took off that was in the back of
the group, wasn't the leader. He took
off in one direction and two of the disc
went with him and the others went the
opposite direction over the entire time
over the transarctics. And uh it was
kind of unusual because at no time did
they ever approach our aircraft or did
they ever venture over the Beardmore
glacier. That duration for that
sighting, which is the first one, I
would say was probably about 10 minutes.
They were kind of pacing us, going with
us, but they were staying over the
Transat Arctics. And then we got to the
end of the Transat Arctic mountain
range, and we were over the uh the Polar
Plateau, and they stayed over the
Transat Arctics, and we continued on to
South Pole Station uh to to uh uh do our
mission. C130 engines thunder with
routine until the ice below whispers
secrets in a language of light.
Brian's crew banks over the trans
Antarctic mountains, a jagged spine
dividing east from west
Antarctica. Below, the Birdmore glacier
sprawls. A frozen river wider than
cities. Above, silver discs. No radar
blips, no radio warnings, just impossible
impossible
physics. Flight paths here are memorized
like hymns. Mluff to South Pole, 3 hours
10 minutes. Fuel calculations precise to
the gallon.
The discs didn't obey. They dance,
banking at 90° angles, halting midair,
mirroring the C130's path, then
rewriting it. Look at that down there.
Oh, no. No. Over here. Go over to the
left a little bit. See on the top of the
by the mountain peaks. And I'm looking.
I says, "Oh, yeah. I see him now." Not machines.
machines.
Predators. Five silver orbs pivot in
unison. A choreography no human pilot
could survive. G-forces that would liquefy
liquefy
lungs. The discs never crossed the
beardmore. A silent treaty or geoence
truth. Ask yourself, why guard empty
ice? Because some borders aren't on
maps. Years later, declassified NORAD
logs reveal thermal blooms under these
peaks. Pulses matching the disc's 1985
appearance. Coincidence or
check-ins? They weren't surveying. They were
were
hurting. What comes next defies flight
logs. The discs dance over the
transatics. A countdown. Thermal blooms
pulse beneath glaciers. Ice cores
humming with ancient
protocols. Why heard a
C130? Because some paths aren't
navigational. They're sacramental.
Contact actually started on Friday. So
we were doing this talk at the
restaurant in and um Thursday night.
Thursday night, which was just was
contact hadn't even started yet. So, Iat
came home on Sunday and uh went to work
on Monday and I'm sitting uh at my at my
desk and and you're in a aerospace
related company where you do not
normally get any outside public phone
calls and that you have to have a
clearance to work there. Right. Exactly.
and uh a phone call came in to me about
10:00 in the morning uh on my personal
cell phone and I didn't recognize the
number, but I thought maybe it was my
nephew or or somebody that was that was
calling me. So, I answered the phone and
I said, "Hello." You know, and she and
the voice on the other end, which is a
it was a male voice, um said, "Is this
Brian?" I says, "Yeah, this is Brian. Uh
who am I talking to?" He says, "Well,
there's some people that uh are kind of
upset that uh you've been talking about
certain things and they would rather not
uh rather you not discuss any of that
stuff that you were talking about." He
says, "I don't um don't understand. What
are you talking about?" Well, um we know
that you and uh your nephew and uh Linda
Mohal were uh having a dinner on
Thursday, this last Thursday at uh
during the contact at the in the desert
conference and that you were out in the
parking lot until about 12:30 talking. I
says, "Well, he you know there was not
anybody else around. How did you know
that occurred?" And the voice on the on
the other hand said, 'Well, you know,
um, what we do is what we do, and we
pretty much know everything that goes
on. I said, "Really?" Yeah. And they
said, "The people that uh that I'm
associated with really don't want you
talking anymore about the missing
scientists that you had uh encountered
um years back." I said, "Well, how do
you know about that?" And the guy said,
"Same thing." He says, "We pretty much
know everything." I said, "Okay." And he
said, "So, stop talking." So, I'm
looking at my cell phone, you know, and
and the number comes up and I'm looking
at the phone number and I'm going, "I
don't recognize this phone number." So,
I was at my computer and I quickly went
in, you know, and and Googled the search
for that phone number and it came back
as the general phone number of the NSA
in Fort Me, Maryland. I went, "Oh,
really? This is kind of scary. Somebody
is surveilling me and they know what
went on at a private conversation
uh that we we had last Thursday." So I
called my nephew and told him what
happened and then obviously he called
you and uh told you that uh what had
happened and then I finally got a hold
of you and and told you what had
happened. Right. And I asked you I said
is this a problem? Are are you worried
about a repercussion? And I'll never
forget when you said, "I'm never going
to back off from talking with you or
being able to talk about the missing
scientists, the hole in the ice, the
silver discs, what appears to be
definitely be an alien presence in
Antarctica. They never had me sign a
non-disclosure agreement." Right. That's
exactly what I said. But I also you also
asked me you you asked me why do you
think that they called you? And I says,
"Well, I kind of have a gut feeling,
Linda, that uh that they were trying to
send a message to you through
me, you know, because you really dig
into everything. I mean, you get right
down into the nitty-gritty of of the
information." And I think in some way
that they were trying to send a message
to you, you know, to leave the subject
alone. Antarctica doesn't forget it.
Archives. Brian's phone rings with a
chill of a glacier calving. A voice
slices through static. Stop talking. No
demands. No warrants. The NSA's ghost
call isn't a threat. It's receipt. A
receipt for truds. Too volatile for
servers, too alive for paper. Ask
yourself, why flex power over retired
engineer? Because some silences are
ecosystems. The discs still dance over
the transact arctics. The ice hole still
breathes. The scientist gear still
whispers in Wright Patterson's vaults.
And Brian, he's a living fossil in a war
older than ice cores. A war where
victory isn't secrecy, but eraser.
Antarctica's greatest secret isn't
buried. It's broadcast in thermal blooms
under midnight suns in hushed bars at
Pole Station. In the static between
classified and unknown. The crew's sin
wasn't seeing, it was
surviving. C130s still ferry cargo
across the Beardmore. Medivvac still
bleed through radios. But now when crews
bank over mid a bluff, they check their
six for silver, for light, for the
glacial certainty that some borders
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