Sightings - The Experiment: Pennsylvania, 1947

Episode Date: March 17, 2025

When a classified Navy experiment goes catastrophically wrong, two hundred sailors find themselves caught between dimensions. But for one witness, the real nightmare begins when the experiment ends and his best friend starts fading from existence. Sightings is a REVERB and QCODE Original. Find us on instagram @sightingspod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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BetMGM operates pursuant to an operating agreement with iGaming Ontario. They say war accelerates innovation, pushing boundaries in pursuit of victory. But what happens when those boundaries cross into the unknown? Some experiments, it seems, are classified not only to protect secrets, but to shield us from truths we aren't ready to face. Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. Each week we bring you a thrilling story that puts you at the center of the action, followed by a discussion that dives into the accounts that inspired the story and our takes on them. I'm McCloud.

And I'm Brian. And today we're heading to Philadelphia, where one mysterious experiment is about to upend a man's life forever. What happened to the USS Eldridge and its hapless crew on that fateful day in 1943? Find out on this episode of Sightings. writings. You can call me Christopher. And I need to get this on record just in case something happens to me or in case things don't go as planned or I don't know what because something is happening is about to happen and I honestly have no idea what's coming next. And I know that's vague and I know how strange what I'm about to say is going to happen and I honestly have no idea what's coming next. And I know that's vague and I know how strange

what I'm about to say is going to sound. I mean if someone had told me this story I'd have said they were crazy. Hell, sometimes I think I am crazy. But I know what I saw. I know what I filmed and I know what they did to cover it up because the Navy took everything from me that day. And dammit, I'm did to cover it up. Because the Navy took everything from me that day. And damn it, I'm going to get it back. I work for Naval Intelligence in their Photography and Technical

Intelligence Department. I'm not sure I'll be working for them anymore after what's about to go down, but the chips will fall where they may. Point is, I was working there last summer as well when this all started. And really, it means I was just a guy with a camera. Point and shoot. Document the tests, file the footage, keep my mouth shut. Simple. And I was good at my job, you know. I guess you could say I had a knack for

composition, for capturing the right moment, and that's how I met Rye, actually. He was serving on the USS Edison when I was assigned to document their sea trials. And in the downtime, we got to talking and we just clicked, you know, the kind of friendship that feels like you've known each other forever. Right from the start. Sorry, I'm getting off track, but you need to understand what was at stake what they took from us from me so last summer 1943 Philadelphia Naval Shipyard

Hot as hell I remember that the kind of day where your shirt sticks to your back before noon the kind of day where your shirt sticks to your back before noon. They'd called me in early, said there was going to be a special test, top secret, need-to-know basis. All I knew was I had to film it. When I got to the yard, I saw the USS Eldridge, a brand new cannon-class destroyer, barely two months out of her launch. 1600 tons of American steel with a crew of two hundred and sixteen. And wouldn't you know it, the first one I saw on deck was Rye. He was loading equipment

of some kind, and it turns out he'd been transferred there, but hadn't told me. He wasn't allowed to. I shouted up to him from my vantage point, but he didn't hear me. Oh, God. God, if I'd known what was going to happen that day, I'd have shouted harder, you know? They had these, um, machines mounted all over and around the Eldridge. Strange things I'd never seen before. Heavy cables running everywhere, connecting to these massive generators. All I heard was it was something about electromagnetic fields, and boy, the eggheads were excited about it, whatever it was. So I was set up on the pier about 50 yards away, a perfect vantage point to

film whatever was supposed to happen. Rye managed to catch my eye from the deck and flashed a smile and wave. And that... well, uh, yeah, that was the last time I saw him. Normal. There was a countdown, and then the machines turned on, and it started subtle, so I wasn't even sure what was supposed to be happening. And then I saw this darkening of the air around the ship, like heat waves rising off hot pavement, but it's... Ah, no, no, no, it's hard to describe. It's... It's almost like it had substance to it. And then this green mist started forming thin at first, like cigarette smoke, but it got thicker,

and I swear, the color wasn't like anything I'd seen before. It just wasn't natural. It made your eyes hurt to look at it too long. And then the sound started. God, the sound. It began as this low hum. You could feel it in your teeth. Then it got higher, like a whisper right in your ear,

but from everywhere at once. Then it turned into this violent buzzing, like a million angry hornets. I saw Rye grab onto a railing to steady himself. He looked scared, and I mean it, Rye never looked scared. The field became visible then, like a sheet of pure electricity surrounding the ship. And then it pulsed like a heartbeat, and the force of it knocked me flat on my ass. My camera went flying, and I heard someone shout, Cut the power! But the power didn't cut. The field just kept pulsing, and I scrambled to get my camera to keep filming whatever was happening on that ship. But when I looked back through my viewfinder, the eldritch, the entire damn ship was gone. Just vanished. And all that was left was this perfect outline

of a ship's hull in the water, as if the entire battleship had been rendered invisible somehow. And then water rushed in to fill the void, and the displacement wave nearly knocked me off the water, as if the entire battleship had been rendered invisible somehow. Then water rushed in to fill the void and the displacement wave nearly knocked me off the pier. There were maybe half a dozen of us there and nobody said a damn word. I mean, what could you say after something like that? Then this voice came booming over a megaphone from somewhere behind us, keep filming! So I did. God help me. I did. For four hours I pointed my camera at empty water, burning through roll after

roll of film. The whole time my mind was racing. Where was the ship? Where was Rai? Were they dead? Were they gone? Some other observers started talking about other dimensions, and the whispering got wilder by the hour because nobody really knew. Nobody knew a damn thing. Then in the third hour we started seeing things, like ripples in the air where the ship should have been. Sometimes I thought I could hear voices like radio static,

snippets of conversations, but distorted, wrong, stretched, like they were coming from very far away or were somewhere else entirely. Then, just as suddenly as it vanished, the eldritch reappeared. And then the screaming started. Dear God, the screaming. Sorry.

Sorry. I, uh, just... Give me a minute. We weren't supposed to board the ship. That voice on the megaphone was yelling at us to stay back, but when we heard those screams, a few of us ran up the gangway, and honestly nothing could have prepared us for what we found. The sailors on deck, some of them were flickering, like a bad film reel fading in and out of existence.

I saw one man reach out to me. His eyes were wild with terror, and then he just vanished. He was gone, like he never existed. And then another was walking in circles, babbling about the green place, and the others. His uniform was smoking, though there was no fire. Others were... Oh, God. They were fused with the ship itself, merged with the metal. Arms, legs, torsos just embedded in the bulkheads, still alive, still screaming. One man's face was sticking out of the deck and he was conscious, begging for help.

The metal hadn't just trapped him, it had become part of him. That's when I heard Rai's voice from below deck, calling my name. I ran down the stairs following his voice. The corridors were worse than the deck, men frozen mid-stride, half-phased through walls, some just...some were just parts of men, a hand reaching out of the ceiling, a face in the floor, all screaming. And I found Rye in the floor, all screaming. And I found Rye, in the forward section. His hand, his whole right arm up to the elbow,

was buried in the steel hull, like the metal had melted and solidified around him. When he saw me, he tried to smile. Can you believe that? Trying to be brave. And I still remember what he said. Looks like I'm in a bit of a spot here. I told him I'd get him out. So I found a welder who hadn't lost his mind.

And we started trying to figure out how to, well, how to cut him free without, um, well, without taking his arm off. And, and as they were cutting, Rye grabbed my hand with his free one, squeezed it. And that look in his eyes, I knew then I'd never see him whole again, even if we got him out. But before we could free him, they grabbed me. Shore Patrol MPs, I don't know who they were.

They dragged me back up top, off the ship. God, they grabbed me. Shore Patrol MPs, I don't know who they were, they dragged me back up top, off the ship. God, I fought them. I fought them so hard, but there were too many. And the last thing I heard was Ry calling my name. But that day, well, that was only the beginning. Yep, only the beginning. Yep. Only the beginning. Oh, God. drop to the final shot. You're always taken care of with a sports book born in Vegas.

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please contact Connex Ontario at 1-866-531-2600 to speak to an advisor free of charge. BetMGM operates pursuant to an operating agreement with iGaming Ontario. They kept me away from Rye after that, months of not knowing if he was alive or if he was still even himself. But I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. I had to know what happened that day, what they did to those men, what they did to Rye. So I started digging through files at Naval Intelligence. I wasn't supposed to, of course, but I still had clearance and people still thought of me as, you know, just the camera guy. It's amazing what you can find when people think you're harmless.

The first week I found nothing, second week same thing, but in the third week I discovered this file tucked away in the wrong cabinet, like someone had misfiled it on purpose. Inside was a single sheet with a reference to something called Project Rainbow and a memo about electromagnetic field generation tests written by a Dr. Franklin Reno. Of course, I couldn't find anything about this Dr. Reno anywhere, nor could I find anything official about what happened on the Eldridge that day. Instead, I had to rely on rumors, and boy were there rumors. At first they were just whispers, sailors talking in bars, civilians who lived near

the shipyard. But they all said the same thing. The Eldritch hadn't just vanished. It had showed up in Norfolk, just appeared out of nowhere in the Navy Yard there, stayed visible for just a few minutes, then disappeared again before materializing back in Philadelphia. I even heard a story about two sailors from the Eldritch who appeared out of nowhere in this bar on the waterfront the same time this ship had disappeared. And one of them apparently kept trying to pick up a beer, but his hand kept passing right through the glass. Then

a fight broke out, and in the middle of it, they both just up and vanished. And hearing all this, I mean, you try to make sense of it all, but you can't. Your whole understanding of reality just breaks. But I kept pushing, kept asking questions, and I finally learned that they were keeping the survivors at Bethesda Naval Hospital, all of them, including Rye. Complete isolation, no visitors allowed. I had this friend in O-N-I who, well let's just say he owed me a favor. So he got me a pass that would get me inside. It took some convincing. He'd heard rumors about what happened to people who asked too many questions about the

Eldridge. But, you know, in the end he came through. And there, in Bethesda, was where I found him. God, his arm. The whole thing was this strange gray color just hanging there useless. And the things he told me about the other men there, what they were going through, it was worse than I imagined. Some of them seeing double. But not just double images, they'd see two different realities at once. One even said he saw another world that wasn't our own, one with geometry

that didn't make sense, with creatures. While we were talking, this other patient walked by in the hall. Young guy, couldn't have been more than 20, and suddenly he just stopped. Frozen mid-step, eyes wide open, terrified. So I started to get up to maybe help him, but Ry grabbed my arm. He said to leave him, because that happened sometimes. It was called freezing, or getting stuck, and it usually passed quick. But if someone stayed in deep freeze for more than a day, well... He didn't finish the sentence. Eventually I asked Ry about Project Rainbow and Dr. Reno, and he just shook his head. He said he was just following orders like everyone else, and had been told it was all

just some kind of radar test. He'd heard the words Project Rainbow and Dr. Reno whispered here and there, but he stayed out of it. He just wanted to go home. And I wanted to help him, of course, to get him out of there. I told him we could run, find somewhere safe, but he said he couldn't, because he still needed help. So I swore I'd find answers, find a way to fix what they'd done to him. Come hell or high water, I'd do it. More months passed and I felt like I was spinning my wheels. Then one day out of nowhere this call came in,

just a voice telling me to be at this bar in two hours. No explanation, no name. And I know, I know, sounds like a trap, right? But I was desperate. I found the guy in the back booth and he looked homeless, almost, ragged clothes, unshaven. But his eyes, his eyes were sharp, alert. He said he'd been an officer on the Eldridge. Said when the ship phased out,

he ended up in Florida somehow, just materialized on a beach near Pensacola, and he'd been off the grid ever since. And while he was talking, I noticed his hand. It kept fading, becoming transparent, then solid again. Like what happened to the sailors that day was still happening to him. He didn't know much, but what he did know was this. Project Rainbow was military tech, possibly related to cloaking technology They were using Einstein's research somehow and this dr. Reno. He'd taken it further than anyone thought possible

I must have looked shocked when he mentioned Reno because he smiled then he pushed this brown paper bag across the table and left Just got up and walked away Inside table and left, just got up and walked away. Inside was a handgun and an address for one Dr. Franklin Reno. And I figure you'd have thought I'd just jump in my car and go right there right then. But I didn't. And that gun has sat on my nightstand for the last eight days, just waiting for me to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with it. And then last night, my doorbell rang. I didn't want to answer it until I heard the voice on the other side.

It was Rye. He said they'd released them all, every survivor from the Eldridge, regardless of the condition they were in, all deemed unfit for duty, given pensions, and sworn to secrecy. I tried to cook something for him. He looked so thin, but when I turned around from the stove, he was gone. Then he faded back in a few minutes later, looking more exhausted than ever. He said it was happening more frequently now, and he told me he couldn't take it anymore.

Sometimes he wasn't even sure if he was really there, really alive, or if he'd just died that day and this was some kind of hell. So here I am recording this now just in case something happens to me, or in case things don't go as planned. Because I'm going to that address tonight, and I'm taking that gun with me. I'm going to that address tonight and I'm taking that gun with me. I'm going to find Dr. Franklin Reno. I'm going to get answers and I'm going to find a way to fix what they did to Rye or I'm going to die trying. Maybe none of this matters anymore. Maybe I'm too late but But I have to try.

Because every time I close my eyes, I see Rye fading away piece by piece. And I can't... I can't just let that happen. So wish me luck. Sightings will be back just after this. Good evening, everybody. And my name is Adam. And my name's Matt.

And we're Graveyard Tales. And we talk about haunted places, UAP sightings, cryptid encounters, strange mysteries, bizarre phenomena, you name it, we'll talk about. And put our own little spin on it. And you can find us anywhere you get your podcast. You can find us on YouTube, Audible, Rumble, and you can follow us on Instagram, X, or Facebook. And you can join our Facebook group too. See you soon. Welcome back to Sightings everybody. I am so excited to discuss this story because it was just

a really cool story. It was like an action movie. Yeah, kind of, yeah. Yeah, we had, I was like on this mission with that fella. Yeah, and we got people embedded in a boat. People embedded in a boat, which is freaky. So is that, what goods do we have on this? Is any of this real?

Okay, you gotta start with that question, don't you? All right, so, yeah. So this is kind of a unique one in that there is a legend that this has happened. There's almost no proof to back it up. So in this discussion, we're probably gonna be leaning a lot more skeptical gecko than usual listeners. If you happen to be someone who really diehard believes that this happened, we're sorry in advance.

But there's not a lot to go on here. So in terms of what happened with the boat and it disappearing and it showing up in Norfolk, Virginia and then it coming back and people getting stuck in the ship, all that stuff allegedly happened. The main character, though, and his journey to save his friend, that was kind of a framework that I put on the story.

OK. OK, so those characters were sort of, you made up those characters. I made up those people because we don't actually know who the sailors were if they were on the boat. We know the boat existed, but we don't know if it was in Philadelphia at the time. There's a lot we don't know. I guess that's the point of this. Yeah. It's a wild story that I just want to, I'm looking forward to, you know, whether it's, I don't care if it's true or not, it's just fun to talk about and to think about the possibilities behind it.

I mean, but since the story came from the perspective of someone on, you know, the outside of the whole thing, can you walk me through, walk me through it a bit from the inside? Yeah, let me put you inside the perspective of these sailors who may or may not have existed. But this is the story as it's been told. Allegedly, during World War II, the military took an interest in Albert Einstein's Unified Field Theory, which, all right, let me try this. It is apparently the aim of the Unified field theory is to describe the interrelated nature of the forces of electromagnetism and gravity and unite them into one single field.

Are you with me? Yeah, sure. Yeah. So, physics, magic, and the military put those together and you got this program called Project Rainbow. Great name. Great name, exactly. Headed by this guy called Dr. Franklin Reno,

also a great name. Great name. The objective of Project Rainbow, ostensibly, was to create a force field that could render a naval destroyer and its crew completely invisible while at sea. Awesome. I mean, why wouldn't you want to figure that out?

I think it sounds awesome. Yeah. That makes a lot more sense than the whole gravity and electromagnetism thing. Just force fields and invisibility, I get it. I'm there 100%. So the subject that they chose was this brand new cannon class destroyer called the USS Eldridge. And this was in 1943, remember.

This boat was 1,600 tons, 216 crew, and it was sitting at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard with all this strange equipment and the people on the boat. When they turned it on, this greenish forcefield type thing developed around the boat, and then just disappeared entirely. What's cool, and I hinted at in the story was like when the boat disappeared allegedly you can still see like the outline of the boat in the water,

like the displacement of the water. It's like there's just like this big empty space there basically where a boat should be but no one can see it, which seems neat to me. Yeah, I agree. But then it disappears. So it's like they succeeded in making it invisible for a second. which seems neat to me. Yeah, I agree. I mean, did, did... But then it disappears. So it's like they did, they succeeded in making it invisible for a second,

but then as a side effect, it teleported. Which is kind of wild. And not only was the boat going to random places, it sounds like some of the crew members on the boat also were just popping up in random places. Right. I mean, it seems, it's weird that they would show up at another naval base. That makes me think

that that was kind of the point somehow. Like they were testing some sort of teleportation device where they had a node at Norfolk, Virginia. I hadn't thought of it like that before, but it does make sense that, you know, if you're going to do invisibility, you know, teleportation sounds pretty cool too. Now, what's kind of interesting is that when the ship did reappear, the clocks were 10 minutes out of sync with the actual time. And of course, as we heard in the story, the crew was a mess. You know, they'd been driven mad. Many of the sailors were fused with the metal of the ship.

Fused into the metal of the ship. So I mean, it has to be that this ship dematerialized and reconstituted, but you know, there was some jumbling up along the way. If any of this is true at all, it's absolutely horrifying. Yeah, I mean, the chaos of it feels truthy to me. That like, well, you know, we haven't got quite a handle on this. And so some guys end up in a bar, some guys end up as a metal railing. Yeah, and the fusing wasn't the only crazy part of this. You know, some of the men claimed that they,

during those four hours, I guess, ventured into some other world and saw and talked to strange alien beings. And then afterwards, in the aftermath of this whole thing, the effects didn't end after those four hours. Like allegedly these men were still dealing with problems. One guy walked through a wall one day and never came back. So I think the gist of it is this messed a lot of people up. And one chilling line that I read is the experiment itself was a complete success, but the men were complete failures. Wow, that's horrifying. So you mentioned all these sailors saying this happened to them,

saying that. How do we know about any of this? Well, there was a book written in 1979 by this guy named Charles Berlitz, who, before I go into this at all, I will say he is a pretty infamous peddler of paranormal theories. It's his thing. Yes. And the book tells the story of how the author caught wind of this conversation that was happening between this scientist named Morris Jessup and this other dude named Carlos Allende.

So Jessup was a astronomer, a scientist, a physicist, and one of the first proponents of the ancient astronauts theory, or ancient aliens theory basically. Which is kind of cool. Yeah, I'm totally into ancient aliens. Yeah, in 1955 he published a book called The Case for the UFO and apparently this book caught the attention of this guy named Carlos Allende

who reached out to Jessup in a letter and said that he had witnessed the Philadelphia experiment in 1943. Because until then, and this is at least after 1955, so for those 12 years, no mention of this happening anywhere ever. Gotcha. So Jessup and this Carlos Allende guy start exchanging letters. In these letters, things start getting a little bit stranger than normal.

Allende's name starts changing between the letters. He's Carlos Allende in the first letter. In the second letter, he's Carl Allen. There are always variations on Carl or Carlos and Allen or Allende, but it's not consistent necessarily. And the contents of the letters themselves are, I'll say fantastical to say the least. He's using different ink.

He's underlining everything like three or four times in these letters. I know the original letter is lost the world. I believe the second ones exist in some form somewhere. I think if you really go digging, you can find them. So all of this comes through the conduit of this Carl Allen or Carlos. There isn't really much else to go on that in terms of proof. So if not, you know, proof, is there any potentially corroborating evidence? Some kind of. Okay.

So in 1943, Albert Einstein actually was employed by the Navy as a scientific consultant. Theoretically, he was working on explosives and munitions and things like that. So that's one thing that could potentially corroborate this story. But records of the ship, most of the records seem to have kind of disappeared mostly, but what does seem to be known is that the USS Eldridge, which is the ship, was probably not in Philadelphia, at least when Carlos Allende said that the Philadelphia experiment happened. It was apparently elsewhere. In fact, the USS Eldridge has allegedly never been in Philadelphia.

The closest it's been was Newark, where it was built. Another check mark in the Skeptical Echo category might be that no crew members have come forward, publicly at least, or gone on the record about what happened to them in Philadelphia then or ever or since. Yeah.

When it's just to the one guy, that's a little... Yeah, I feel about the same way. Also Franklin Reno, you know, the guy that our main character was trying to find at the end of the story, probably was not a real person. Authors managed to track down Franklin Reno, but not in the way you would think. So there's a street sign outside of Franklin, Pennsylvania that says Franklin eight miles, Reno three miles. Ironically, that street sign is not far

from where Carlos Allende theoretically lived. I guess the other document that this document actually exists, there is something written by the Navy that says none of this actually happened. Oh, so they actually addressed it. Yes, the Navy has said, none of this actually happened. So they actually addressed it. Yes. The Navy has said, we have gotten so many requests about this that we

are just going to put this to bed right now basically. The Navy has never conducted investigations on invisibility. They suspect this foundations of the story may have come from experiments that they did do involving machinery on boats in electromagnetism and stuff like that, from de-gossing experiments

that were basically used to make ships undetectable to magnetic mines. Oh. To make them, the hulls non-magnetic kind of, to repel magnetic mines? Basically is what they've said. Oh, okay. Yeah. So that's where they think it all kind of might have come from there. But beyond that, it's all just a lot of nebulous hearsay without any corroboration.

But like you said at the start of this, it is a cool, cool story. Yeah, it is really cool. So let me check in with you. You know, I've already made it fairly clear, I think, that I'm in the Skeptical Gecko Camp on this one. And I can't imagine you won't be either. Yeah, I'm Skeptical Gecko. So interestingly, this is the first story where I think the believer beaver has not made any

appearances yet. Can we make a case for him at all? The case is just like the nature of government cover-ups and like military experimentation and whether or not, you know, I would believe in that. I just also question, I mean, and yes, like I believe the government would have a real vested interest in figuring out something like teleporting a ship or making a ship invisible. – If this is true and this actually happened, there were at least 216 people on that boat who could have squealed about this and didn't. The other thing that kind of sticks with me about this story is it happened at the port. If you're going to make a boat invisible, why are you going

to do it when there's witnesses everywhere? Yeah, this would not be happening at like, oh just like the, you know, the naval base that everybody knows about. Yeah, they would do it in the middle of the ocean where no one would ever know what's going on, I feel like. So that's another thing that kind of jumps for me about it. Yeah, they would do it in the middle of the ocean where no one would ever know what's going on, I feel like. So that's another thing that kind of jumps for me on it. And let alone the wild stories about what happened to these sailors afterwards.

I mean, if this actually happened, and God bless them, because this is terrible. What I'm kind of frustrated is it's a great story, but I can't say I want to believe in it because it's awful. Mm-hmm. So it's, I enjoy the great story. It fills my imagination. I hope it didn't happen and I don't think it did.

There you go. That's the final. But again, we don't understand the physics at play here. So listeners, dive in and help us out. You can find us on Instagram at SightingsPod or hit us up on the comments feature at Spotify. We take a look at all of them and we love the conversations going on over there. That said, what narrative port are we sailing off to next week, Brian? So we're actually kind of staying on the water a little bit.

We're going to an island. Oh. But this one's on the West Coast. So we are heading to a haunted island a Haunted island on the west coast. Yeah. Okay. Let's see. I'm just thinking of islands on the west coast We got the Channel Islands. We got Catalina and that's about all the islands. I know I'm off the west coast Well, one of them is super haunted and we're gonna go there next week So get ready listeners same time same place same place, right here on Sightings.

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