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NOW YOU SEE HIM, NOW YOU DON’T

(DIMENSIONAL DOORWAYS)

Can people disappear into thin air? One story that claimed to be both truth and lie is of farmer David Lang, who vanished in front of many witnesses.

On September 23, 1880, Lang was on his porch with his family in Gallatin, Tennessee. Lang left his wife and two children to welcome his brother in-law Judge August Peck, who had arrived in a horse-drawn carriage. As Lang crossed an open field and waived he slid downward from view. It was as if Lang had been a slice of bread, the ground being a toaster.

Witnesses of the disappearance could not believe what they had witnessed. The field was searched, Lang was not found. Volunteers came to the meadow; the ground where Lang vanished was dug into. It was speculated, the lost man had fallen into an underground pit that had quickly closed around him. The excavation found nothing.

The following year nothing grew in the area where the husband-father had disappeared, animals would not venture near the space. One day Lang’s family thought they heard the missing man’s distant voice yelling for assistance. Eventually the utterances tapered off.

Was this a hysterical delusion on the part of the missing man’s loved ones? The Langs and their neighbors searched the field again, nothing was found. Did Lang step into another dimension or another time? Or was this a whopper of a tale that was passed down through the centuries?

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Another similar incident was recorded in July 1854, outside of Selma, Alabama. Farmer, Orion Williamson, had just turned his back on his friend Armour Wren, James Wren, his thirteen-year-old son, and slave boy, called Sam.

The Wrens and their slave were in a buggy parked on the pike. Williamson started to cross a field close to his house. The carriage horse stumbled and Williamson was lost from sight.

Witnesses to this dismaying event were Williamson’s wife, who watched her husband melt into nothingness from the homestead’s porch. James Wren and slave Sam also saw the vanishing.

Armour Wren was facing another direction when Williamson blinked out, but he did notice that his draft horse stumbled around the moment Williamson faded away. A search was conducted; it yielded nothing.

Mrs. Williamson was too distraught to give a credible legal statement. Slave Sam’s account was not admissible in court, being that he was not a freeman. Only teenager James Wren could vouch for what transpired. Did these types of vanishings inspire “The Outer Limits” television series?

Weird Beards believe dimensional doors or portals to other planets open and close in this world all the time. These doors do not work on geometric lines. The portals can be on, in, or above the ground. Randomness governs their closing, opening, and location.

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In 1934 engine motors were heard above the clouds over New York City; this phenomenon went on for days. No radio contact was made with the plane or planes in the overcast; nothing was sighted.

What caused this phenomenon? Is it possible a plane was caught in one of these opening and closing portals where time is different? Like David Lang, was the craft trying to find its way back to Earth?

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From 1946-1950, a doorway or trapdoor to another dimension purportedly existed in the area around Glastenbury Mountain, in southwestern Vermont. The documented disappearance of several people around the three thousand, seven hundred foot mountain has never been solved.

Locals call the Glastenbury Mountain area, “The Bennington Triangle”. The name is derived from the county where the peak is located. Trails, roads, and streams cross this most peculiar geographic area.

Iroquois and Algonquin Indians, during colonial days, referred to the Glastenbury Mountain as a cursed land. They claimed the four winds met atop the wooded mountain. Fierce phantom beasts and hairy man-like creatures lurked in the hollows of the mountain’s slopes.

Outdoorsman Middie Rivers, led three hunters into the thickets near Glastenbury Mountain on November 12, 1945. Rivers left the sportsmen’s base camp, which was near Bickford Hollow, with a promise that he would be back for lunch. Rivers had dwelled all his life in the Bennington district. The experienced guide walked down a forest trail. He did not come back. No trace of Rivers was ever unearthed. It was as if the veteran woodsman dissolved into nothingness.

On December 1,1946, eighteen year old college sophomore, Paula Welden, went for a late afternoon walk on the Long Trail. The path juts by Glastenbury Mountain. Welden was reported to be one hundred yards ahead of a hiking couple. The young lady, who resembled actress Elizabeth Montgomery, rounded a rock outcropping and ceased to exist. It was as if, one of the rocks in the formation absorbed Welden, as she walked out of sight of the shadowing couple. Was Welden really last seen by two hikers or were tall tales added to the disappearance?

The local authorities and FBI hunted for the college student, who was the daughter of prominent industrialist, William Archibald Welden. The young lady had vanished into the December air. Her disappearance was never solved. With or without exaggerations, Welden’s vanishing is beyond belief.

Three years to the day of Welden’s disappearance, sixty eight year old James Tedford, vaporized while riding in the back of a bus. Tedford, a skeptical ex-serviceman, rode a bus from St. Albans to the town of Bennnington where he lived. Tedford was last seen asleep in the back of the transport five minutes before the bus’s scheduled Bennington stop.

Fourteen people rode the bus with Tedford. Upon reaching Bennington, there was no trace of the elderly man. Tedford’s belongings were above his seat in the luggage rack, a paper timetable lay on his bench. This 1949 mystery was never unraveled. Tedford’s evanescence happened so suddenly, he was not able to yell or signal to one of the fellow riders that he needed assistance.

On October 12, 1950 eight-year-old Paul Criston Jepson rode with his mother in their pickup truck to the Bennington dump. Jepson’s mother was checking on her corralled pigs that lived off the ground’s garbage.

Young Jepson was told to stay in the truck. Chores done, his mother returned to the parked vehicle. Jepson was missing; there was no sign of a struggle. A massive search was instituted, sadly the boy was never found. Eerily, Jepson’s father had noticed how his son was enthralled and seemed pulled to Glastenbury Mountain.

Sixteen days later, on October 28, 1950; Frieda Langer, age fifty-three, disappeared on the other side of Glastenbury Mountain, near the Somerset Reservoir. Frieda an avid hiker and shooter went camping with her husband Max and cousin Herbert Elsner.

Frieda and Elsner went hunting for partridge around 3 PM; her husband tended to the camp. Around 3:45 PM, Frieda slipped on some rocks and fell into a brook.

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With the autumn night approaching, Frieda decided to change her clothes at the bivouac and not risk catching a cold. Elsner escorted Frieda to within one hundred and fifty yards of the encampment. Satisfied Frieda was safe, Elsner went back into the forest in pursuit of game.

At 5 PM, Elsner returned to the tent area. Husband Max inquired about his wife? Information was exchanged; Frieda had not reached the camp. The police were notified, a massive search was undertaken, Frieda was not found.

Had Frieda met with foul play at the hand’s of her husband and cousin? Both men took polygraph tests. They were found innocent of any crime.

Seven months later, two hunters found the decomposing corpse of Frieda in a swampy meadow area, which had been repeatedly searched. Frieda’s right hand was missing. Her head was now a skull; her body was deemed to be waterlogged. Due to blundering by the authorities, an autopsy was not done on the corpse.

Some pseudo detectives dismiss the ideas of a dimension portal being located in the Bennington Triangle. The victims, according to the sleuths, were taken unaware by a panther or kidnapped.

In some instances, the missing fell into a well or were murdered. A few of the missing became ill with a seizure and wandered into the woods in a delirium, where they died.

According to the rationalists, Rivers had a stroke. The confused old man wandered into the wilds, became dizzy and fell into a well.

A rapist-murderer accosted Welden. Her body is buried near the trail or under a picnic area building.

Tedford had a stroke. The confused veteran got off the bus without anybody noticing and wandered into the forest where he died.

Young Jepson was a victim of a kidnapping.

Frieda had a seizure. The vibrant woman wandered into a brook and drowned. Her hand was gnawed off by a panther. Two years previous to her disappearance, Frieda had undergone surgery in Boston for the removal of a brain tumor.

Paranormalists reject these assumptions. Why were no remains except that of Frieda’s ever recovered? Why was Frieda’s body found in the area, which had been successively scoured? Did her body rematerialize from another dimension? Why were none of the vanished clothes ever found? Why did cadaver dogs fail in locating any of the missing?

During American Revolutionary days, the local Indians used to believe a Sasquatch-like creature lived on Glastenbury Mountain. Did these missing people encounter this mythical murderous ape beast?

More sinister is the Indian legend of a rock like monster that dwells in the Bennington Triangle. I first heard of this tale in 1965. Lore attests, a moving rock travels around Glastenbury Mountain. The boulder changes shape from flat, to cube, to spherical. If one steps on this strange granite or leans against it; the rock absorbs the person in seconds.

Was this rock the way Indians would describe a portal to another dimension? Or are these legendary tales of monsters and rocks, just rattlings of superstitious minds of centuries gone by?

One thing is certain, if I lived in the Bennington Triangle, I would sleep with the lights on! Wink, wink. (7)