posted on Oct, 19 2007 @ 05:12 PM
Paris catacambs are known for strange disapearances and oddities. Read this story that happened to a woman from Paris in mid 40-s. I'm posting just a
part of it.
In the May, 1967, issue of the Hollow Earth Bulletin we printed portions of The Messerschmidt Manuscript.' A French woman, thought to have been
killed, returned to her home in the suburbs of Paris with a frightening tale of being kidnapped and taken into the dero's lair. An edited version of
There are those who will claim I am insane ... They will testify that I am mentally ill and unable to remember those weeks in the caves. I wish I
could erase those memories from my mind. But, the world must be warned. The monsters are down there. We must destroy them before they kidnap more
women for their horrible purposes ... I was a young woman of nineteen years of age in 1943, proud of my ability as a student, and eagerly
looking forward to marrying a young man who planned to be a physician.
One night we planned to meet at my fiancé's office building, join another couple, and have dinner in a small cafe. We were not worried about the
Nazis. I arrived a few minutes late at my fiancé's office building and the old man who ran the elevator had left for the day. I decided to operate
the lift for myself. I stepped inside to inspect the controls. There were no symbols to indicate whether the lift went up or down by moving the lever
one way or
another. Light hearted and in love, I decided that if I ran the elevator into the basement, I could reverse the controls and go up to the other
I made an error and the elevator stopped in a dark basement. I reversed the controls, but my hand slipped. I pushed on the 'down' control.
The elevator suddenly plunged down below the basement, falling through space as if the cable had broken. After a rapid drop, perhaps several hundred
feet, the elevator stopped with a sudden lurch. I was so frightened as I fell onto the floor of the cage, sobbing and screaming. Through my
terror-stricken mind, I heard a loud, guttural noise on the other side of the elevator door. The elevator door was torn open with a vicious slam and I
saw the most horrible beast in the world. The memory of that monster haunts my mind and, at night, I cannot sleep without sedatives or sleeping pills
His face was of a pale, whitish color. His short, twisted body was covered with thick, bristly hair. His eyes? piggish, insensitive to any emotion,
and gleaming with evil lust. The creature was fat, almost bloated. There were terrible scars and running sores over most of his body. He had no neck,
so his head was placed squarely atop his muscular shoulders.
The face was the most horrible portion of his terrible features. It was much too large for his body, totally devoid of hair. The skin was scarred and
wrinkled. His nose was fashioned more like a snout. It was at least seven inches in length, a terrible thing hanging down over his lipless mouth. His
nose ended about the middle of his chest. He was nude. His body looked as if he had never worn garments. A filthy, animal-smell filled the elevator.
Mercifully, I fainted into unconsciousness. I have never known what happened in the elevator. Did they use that for an entry into the outside world? I
have thought about it and those elevator shafts may go down far into the earth at certain points. When I recovered consciousness, I was lying on the
polished stone floor of an immense cavern. There were several other women standing around in that dark corner and, as my eyes adjusted to the
dimness, I saw that we were caged into one corner of a large cave. A metal gate, and bars, rose from the stone floor up to the ceiling. I suppressed
an impulse to scream, thinking this terrible nightmare would end any instant.
Across the way, the devil-men were fighting over a carcass. It was some reptile-like animal which they hunted in the caverns. I learned later that if
these reptiles became scarce, they crept up into Paris at night and captured human beings for their food. There were giant hooks on the walls, quite
sharp, where they hung the bodies to drain. They collected the blood as a drink, fighting among themselves for the thick, red drippings. There were
about twenty women crowded into the cave. Most of them were totally mad; insane creatures who had lost their minds. They huddled in the cage,
whimpering and crying. Others simply sat in mute catatonic shock. They were like living robots, with their emotions and human feelings
destroyed by the horrible existence in the caverns. I stood up, looking around for my clothing, which was gone. Trying to hide my nakedness, I walked
to the front of the cage. Despite my fear, I shouted across the room to the group of monstrous beings. It was a moment of total unreality.
'The police will be looking for me,' I said. 'Release me, or I'll charge you with kidnapping.' My mind was like a taut string on a musical
instrument, ready to snap at any moment.
The devil-man who had pulled me from the elevator grinned wickedly through his lipless mouth. He lurched up from where he had been gnawing on the
carcass. I trembled with fear as he shuffled toward me. I moved back into the cage. He spoke in a guttural growl, almost grunts. This was a signal and
the other women in the cage grabbed me. They pressed me against the bars of the cage. I passed once again into unconsciousness as the devil-man placed
a dirty, hairy palm on my breast. ... I regained my senses once more that same night. I remember that seven or eight of the devilmen chased me round
the cavern. They tossed me back and forth between each other, fondling my body, and - as they wished - carrying me off into a passageway for their
private amusement. After that first night, nothing they could do to me would kill the spirit of life within my body. I learned! Oh! How I learned. I
put my mind elsewhere when they pulled me from the cages. I survived
and retained my sanity by living in the past. When one of the lusting, evil monsters dragged me out of the cages for his pleasure, I went into a
catatonic state. I relived the happy years of my childhood in my mind to retain my sanity. Or, I blanked out into unconsciousness. Most of the women
who had been captive for some time were in horrible physical condition. They
picked up the various infections and sores from the beasts. They had skin eruptions and bruises were all over their bodies. Many had lost weight, due
to the mental strain, and the food. The men-beasts often forgot to feed us and, when they did, they threw a large chunk of meat into the cage. I
knew if the meat was human, or animal, and I became so hungry that I didn't care. About once a week, perhaps more often because time measurement was
impossible in the caverns, we were given an armload of damp, moldy weeds. We were allowed a small fire in the cages, for
cooking, and to ward off the dampness. We took these subterranean ferns, mosses, and mushrooms, and brewed them into a stew. Once, we were given a
dark, almost black, type of mushroom that produced hallucinations.
I must have been a captive of these terrible devil-men for two weeks, perhaps a month, when the gray men appeared from out of the tunnels. The devils
scrambled in the opposite direction, grunting with fright, as the gray men shot them with gas guns. Several of the bestial men-animals were killed.
Prisoners were released from the cage, given a toga-like robe for clothing, and taken through the tunnels for medical attention. They had a strange
sort of vehicle, not like our automobiles, that was parked in the tunnels. A physician led us into a mobile laboratory....