I need to tell you about something that happened to a woman I know. Her name is Carmen, and back in 1968, just after Easter, she had an experience in the highlands near Potosi that still haunts her to this day. I have known Carmen for thirty years, and she is not a liar. Carmen was twenty-four years old then, living with her husband and baby daughter on a small piece of land in Opoco Province. They were Quechua Indians, simple farmers trying to make a living raising sheep and llamas in those desolate mountains. Carmen couldn't read or write, and she'd never heard of UFOs or aliens or any of that. She just knew her animals and her land. That afternoon, it was around four o'clock, she was leading her flock of sixty-four sheep to a grazing field next to some hills where they had an old stone corral. Her baby girl, Rosa, was strapped to her back in a manta, you know, the traditional blanket wrap we use. That's when Carmen noticed her llamas had wandered off.
Carmen left the sheep in the field and went looking for those llamas with Rosa still on her back. She tracked them down to a meadow about forty-five minutes away. The baby was asleep by then, and Carmen gathered up the llamas and started herding them back. The sun was getting low when she returned to where she'd left the sheep. But the sheep were gone. Just gone. Carmen was confused, more than a little annoyed. She left the llamas behind and followed the sheep tracks up into the hills, toward that old stone corral. As she got closer, Carmen stopped. Something was wrong. isolated stone corrals in those mountains are eerie - Mason' The corral was covered with something strange, something she'd never seen before.
It looked like a huge spiderweb, this sprawling mesh of plastic-like material draped over the entire stone enclosure like a tent. The stuff seemed to come from a pole in the center of the corral and attached itself to the rock walls. Some say it was held down with sharpened sticks broken off from nearby trees. Carmen crept closer. She could barely breathe when she saw what was underneath that webbing. The ground was covered with the bodies of her sheep. Disemboweled. Ripped open. Blood everywhere. And then she saw movement. There was something small inside the corral, kneeling down with one of her last sheep between its legs. It had some kind of long tube in its hand, a hook on the end, and it was cutting into the animal. Next to this thing was an open plastic bag, and it was full of organs. Sheep organs.
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