Among some of my old papers from the early 1980`s was this draft of a letter I never sent.

Dear Sir,

I’ve just finished reading your Vanishing Hitchiker, and found much to enjoy and contemplate in its pages. When I found your address in the back of the book I could not resist the temptation to write to you, and perhaps add a new category to your bank of urban legends. This one, as it was told to me is called “The Haunted Missile Silo,” and I’ll give it to you as it was related to me by a cousin of mine–M.S.– who is an ex-air force missile mechanic currently living in Kansas. He told me this story about a year and a half ago:

“Some missile maintenance men were working third shift down in the silo when tanks of liquid nitrogen ruptured in the missile they were servicing and killed the whole team by freezing and suffocation–a quick but particularly painful way to go.

Now, as the silo is constantly monitored by cameras and microphones, and each silo is guarded around the clock by security police who man an intricate series of check points, absolutely no one can get into the work space undetected and nothing can move or be moved within those narrow confines without being detected by the monitoring devices.

Soon after the deaths of the members of the work crew, security police were baffled by inexplicable noises originating within the silo. Maintenance men were afraid to descend into the work space, because they too heard voices and the sound of something or someone hammering the silo walls. The delicate instruments registered movement when no one was at work on the missile, and tape recorders caught the sound of footsteps and calls for help.”

This is all top secret, and is currently under investigation by the top brass, according to my cousin, who heard about it from a sub-sub lieutenant.

I hope you find this story useful in your investigations.

Sincerely,

etc.