posted on Jul, 3 2008 @ 10:59 PM
Did you ever hear about what happened at RAF Bentwaters / Woodbridge, while I was assigned to the 81st TFW I had a little Machine Shop on the back of
the base near the Rendlesham forest side of RAF Woodbridge during the early eighties.
I lived there for 2 years and I'll tell you one thing, If you ever been to that area you would know the fog is thicker than pea soup and as still and
quite as a tomb. Sometimes on those nights there would be this weird green glow that would move up and down in the middle of the forest. You can make
out what appeared to be reflection of eyes moving about the ferns in the forest. People said they were dogs but they must have had long legs for
That area has an ancient history with druid swamps and haunted towns. Some of them were marked with really old signs with black dogs painted on them.
I ask one of the locals what that meant and he said it meant the area was haunted and the black dogs represent evil.
I was actually their but I arrived soon after the so called incident. It was very strange because as soon as I stepped on base I was rushed over to
some big chief who ordered me to volunteer for a special duty assignment. It was away from the main base at Bentwaters a few miles to the south at
Woodbridge separated by old forest and farmland. We had squadrons of A-10’s and a rescue wing that flew Jolly Greens and C-130’s.
RAF Woodbridge was an old WWII bomber crash base. Allied bombers returning from their runs over Germany would come back all shot up and rather than
risk ruining a good air strip they would crash land at Woodbridge. It was close to the North Sea and had a wide dirt runway that could be fixed
easily. You could still find old wreckage sticking out of the ground.
I ask the Chief what happened to the old machinist and he made up some story. I thought it was strange by the way they rushed me in to the position
and when I saw the shop I was shocked, it was like a ghost shop, no one had worked their in years and the dust and cob webs covered everything.
Everyone told me a different story about why the old machinist had left.
Soon I started rebuilding the shop I acquired all new machinery and tools working 12 hour days and 6 -7 days a week. It was like I was possessed. The
only thing I could think about was fixing that shop. I never worked so hard in my life. After about 10 months it started looking like a real machine
shop. But the strange thing it was that it was located at the edge of the base right next to this big old forest. The base military cops were always
rushing out into that forest to check things out. I thought it was protesters trying to disrupt things on the base and when I asked, everyone would
keep really quite and say things like didn't you hear what happened? But they would not elaborate and became evasive.
When we had exercises we would work through the night and that's when I noticed the lights.
One day while cleaning out my shop I noticed this rather large spider. One of the vehicle mechanics a local man who lived in the area was there and as
I went to do away with the spider he stopped me and said don’t kill it, that’s a homing spider. I said what’s a homing spider? He bent down, and
carefully picked up the spider, cupping it in his two hands. I said aren’t you afraid it will bite you? He said by all means of course not, these
spiders are friendly. He said come on now, follow me. We walked out the back door of the shop across the tree cover lawn to the edge of the forest. He
bent down and released the spider. No sooner than that, the 2-1/2 inch diameter spider started to move straight back towards the shop. I could not
believe my eyes. He said the homing spiders always know the way home and will not stop until they get there. Continued in part (2)