Mel's Second Fax to Art Bell, sent just days after the first in early 1997.
Art,
You're receiving this fax simultaneously with a fax I attempted to send you earlier today. Much has developed since the first fax. I'll try to explain as rationally as possible what has transpired since my earlier fax. Around 1 P.M. I drove to Yakima to shop at the Costco there. On my way back I decided to stop at the property. When I go there, my access road was blocked by military personnel that were armed. I noticed that several pieces of yellow gear had entered and exited my property based on the direction of their thread. I asked one of the guards “What's going on?” He said there was a plane crash on the property. I said, “Well that's strange, there's no smoke, I don't see any in the distance.” He asked who I was and I let him know I own the property. I then asked to talk to the Officer in charge. A non-uniformed man came up to my Suburban and let me know that I won't have access to my property until the crash has been completely investigated. I mentioned the yellow gear and the lack of smoke and that they were on my property. I was told by this man “that it's not necessarily my property.” And that it would be “very easy to find a drug lab on my property.” Well, I got the drift. I asked if I could leave, he said sure, don't come back until we contact you. I asked if he wanted a way to contact me, he said “They know how to contact me.” I said “I suppose you don't want me to talk to anybody about this.” He said “Nobody would believe it anyway.” That's about it for now.
Oh, I talked to one of my neighbors earlier today and he told me something very interesting. He said that some time ago he was driving up to the hole at night and thought he saw the most bizarre thing. He said he saw a beam of solid black coming out of the then uncovered hole. I said “What do you mean?” He said he saw something “blacker than black” coming out of the hole like a searchlight reaching into the sky as far as he could see.
You're receiving this fax simultaneously with a fax I attempted to send you earlier today. Much has developed since the first fax. I'll try to explain as rationally as possible what has transpired since my earlier fax. Around 1 P.M. I drove to Yakima to shop at the Costco there. On my way back I decided to stop at the property. When I go there, my access road was blocked by military personnel that were armed. I noticed that several pieces of yellow gear had entered and exited my property based on the direction of their thread. I asked one of the guards “What's going on?” He said there was a plane crash on the property. I said, “Well that's strange, there's no smoke, I don't see any in the distance.” He asked who I was and I let him know I own the property. I then asked to talk to the Officer in charge. A non-uniformed man came up to my Suburban and let me know that I won't have access to my property until the crash has been completely investigated. I mentioned the yellow gear and the lack of smoke and that they were on my property. I was told by this man “that it's not necessarily my property.” And that it would be “very easy to find a drug lab on my property.” Well, I got the drift. I asked if I could leave, he said sure, don't come back until we contact you. I asked if he wanted a way to contact me, he said “They know how to contact me.” I said “I suppose you don't want me to talk to anybody about this.” He said “Nobody would believe it anyway.” That's about it for now.
Oh, I talked to one of my neighbors earlier today and he told me something very interesting. He said that some time ago he was driving up to the hole at night and thought he saw the most bizarre thing. He said he saw a beam of solid black coming out of the then uncovered hole. I said “What do you mean?” He said he saw something “blacker than black” coming out of the hole like a searchlight reaching into the sky as far as he could see.