MAN Vanished in NEW JERSEY — Returned 7 Years Later Claiming He Was ABDUCTED by a UFO.

 

On September 18th, 2004, 25-year-old Timothy Carney vanished in broad daylight on his way to work, leaving his car abandoned on the side of a deserted road in New Jersey. 7 years later, he was found alive in another state. But what he told authorities about his disappearance was so incredible that the details of the case were immediately classified.

 The only thing that leaked out was that Timothy categorically refused to return to his family and demanded to be left alone. What happened to him during those seven years? And why did a man who had always been close to his parents suddenly renounce everyone he knew? The morning of September 18th began quite normally for Timothy.

 The young man worked in a social security office in New Jersey in a position that required access to confidential information. His job was stable, routine, predictable. That morning he was running a little late, and realizing he was going to be late, called his employer to warn him of the slight delay. The conversation was short and unremarkable. Timothy assured him he would be in the office soon.

 Then he got into his car and drove onto the highway, taking the same route he had taken hundreds of times over the past few years. The drive to the office usually took about 40 minutes. The route passed through several small towns, then entered a less populated area with fields and scattered farms on both sides. It was on this stretch about 20 km from the office that Timothy’s car was found.

A few hours later, the car was parked on the side of a narrow two-lane road. The engine was off, and the keys were still in the ignition. The driver’s door was a jar, but not open, as if someone had carefully gotten out, intending to return in a minute.

 When Timothy’s colleagues became concerned about his absence and began calling his cell phone, no one answered. By evening, his family had filed a missing person report. The police found the car the next morning after a local farmer reported seeing it parked in the same spot for the second day in a row. Upon inspection, there were no signs of a struggle, damage, or any evidence of a crime.

 Timothy’s personal belongings, his wallet with documents and credit cards, cell phone, house keys were all left in the car. The only thing missing was Timothy Carney himself. Investigators examined the scene in detail. The section of road where the car was found ran through agricultural land with vast fields of corn and soybeans.

 The nearest house was about a mile away. There were no video cameras in this area. Questioning the few local residents yielded no results. No one had seen or heard anything suspicious. Search teams with dogs combed the area within a radius of several kilometers from the car. The dogs lost the trail about 50 m from the car in the middle of a field, which was strange in itself.

Dogs can usually follow a person’s trail for considerable distances, especially if the trail is fresh. Losing the trail in an open field where there was no water or other factors that could have interfered with it, puzzled the dog handlers. Timothy’s family was desperate.

 They started their own campaign to find the missing person, renting billboards across the state and in neighboring regions. The billboards featured a photo of Timothy, his description, and a hotline number. Local news channels picked up the story, and within weeks, the young man’s face was flashing across news broadcasts across the East Coast.

 However, months passed, and there was no information about Timothy’s whereabouts. During the investigation, the police discovered several details that complicated the picture. It turned out that Timothy had financial problems. His credit card debt amounted to about $8,000. Investigators also learned that he attended meetings of a religious organization that had been accused of cult-like activities by local media several times.

 Given his access to confidential information at work, a theory emerged that Timothy could have used someone else’s identity to hide and start a new life. However, a check of all databases showed no activity. His social security number had not been used. His bank accounts remained untouched, and his credit cards had not been used.

 It seemed that Timothy Carney had simply vanished into thin air. A year later, the investigation reached a dead end and was effectively frozen. The case was classified as cold, periodically reviewed, but no new leads emerged. The family continued to hope, but with each passing year, that hope grew weaker.

 By the fifth year of his disappearance, many of Timothy’s acquaintances had come to terms with the idea that he was dead, even though his body had never been found. Then, exactly 7 years after his disappearance, something incredible happened. In 2011, Oregon State Police stopped a man for a minor traffic violation.

 When checking his documents, it turned out that the driver was Timothy Carney, who had been missing since 2004. The officer immediately contacted the New Jersey department. When investigators arrived for questioning, they found a healthy, physically normal 32-year-old man who was calm but extremely withdrawn. Timothy refused to explain where he had been all these years.

 He gave a brief statement that he had left New Jersey voluntarily, that he was fine, and that he categorically did not want to reestablish contact with his family. When investigators tried to find out details how he lived, what he lived on, where exactly he was, Timothy fell silent. After several hours of questioning, he demanded a lawyer.

 Since no crimes had been committed, and Timothy was of legal age and of sound mind, the authorities could not hold him or force him to testify. He was allowed to leave on the condition that he remained available for further questioning. One detail that investigators managed to uncover was particularly strange.

 Timothy’s medical records, which were retrieved after he was found, revealed that he had visited a clinic in Oregon about a year before he was discovered. The reason for his visit was complaints of recurring nightmares and episodes of temporary memory loss. The doctor who treated him noted in the chart that the patient described vivid images of light and a paralyzing feeling of helplessness but refused to go into detail.

 He was prescribed sleeping pills, but Timothy never returned to the clinic. When the Carney family was told that their son was alive, they were shocked. Their joy at the news that he was not dead was instantly shattered by the information that he refused to communicate with them.

 Timothy’s parents begged the authorities to arrange at least one meeting, but he was adamant through his lawyer. He sent a short letter in which he wrote only, “What happened to me has changed me forever. I am no longer the person you knew. Please accept this and leave me alone. His desperate parents turned to the media, hoping that public pressure would make their son change his mind.

 In one interview, Timothy’s mother suggested that her son might have fallen victim to a cult. She mentioned a religious organization he had been attending shortly before his disappearance, suggesting that he might have been kidnapped and subjected to psychological manipulation. However, when journalists tried to contact Timothy for comment, he categorically denied any connection to cults or religious groups through his lawyer, insisting that his decisions were entirely voluntary.

A few months after being found, Timothy disappeared again. This time, he left no trace at all. He closed his bank account, terminated his lease, and simply vanished. The authorities conducted a formal investigation, but since he was an adult who had made it clear that he wanted to be left alone, no active search was conducted, the case was closed.

 There is one detail that did not make it into the official documents, but which is known to several people close to the investigation. The farmer who found Timothy’s abandoned car in 2004 mentioned in a conversation with the local sheriff that two nights before the car was found, he had observed strange lights in the sky above that section of the road.

 He described them as very bright, moving silently and strangely. The next day, his cows were restless and refused to enter a certain part of the pasture. This observation was recorded in the initial report but was later deleted as irrelevant to the case. However, the story did not end there. In 2013, 2 years after Timothy Carney disappeared from the authorities view for the second time, an event occurred that completely changed the understanding of the entire case.

 Detective Michael Rogers of the New Jersey Police Department, who led the initial investigation into Timothy’s disappearance in 2004, received an anonymous package in the mail. The sender did not provide a return address and the postmark on the envelope was from Roswell, New Mexico, which the detective found to be a strange coincidence given the city’s notoriety in connection with eupfology theories.

Inside the envelope was a flash drive and a handwritten note on a plain sheet of paper. The handwriting was uneven with letters of different sizes as if the writer was under severe stress or physical weakness. The text of the note was brief. Detective Rogers. I know you’ve been looking for me. I know my family wants answers.

 I may be making a mistake, but people need to know the truth about what happened to me. This flash drive contains a recording of my testimony. I cannot go to the police directly for reasons that will become clear after viewing. Please use this information as you see fit, but know that if you make it public, I will be found and this time I will disappear forever. Timothy Carney.

 Detective Rogers immediately inserted the flash drive into his work computer. The drive contained a single video file lasting 1 hour and 43 minutes. The recording was made with an amateur camera in a poorly lit room resembling a cheap motel room. Timothy Carney sat on the edge of the bed facing the camera. He looked much older than his 33 years.

Deep wrinkles on his forehead, dark circles under his eyes, a tired and somewhat detached look. But the most striking thing was his skin. Even with the poor video quality, it was clear that there were strange marks on the exposed parts of his body, his neck, his arms, and parts of his chest visible through the neckline of his shirt.

Timothy began to speak slowly, choosing his words carefully, as if each sentence came with difficulty. He said he was recording this confession because he could no longer live with the weight of what had happened and the constant fear. He understood that his story would sound crazy, that most people would decide he had lost his mind or was suffering from a mental disorder.

 But he insisted that everything he was about to say was the absolute truth. Every word of it burned into his memory. On September 18th, 2004, according to Timothy, he was indeed driving to work along his usual route. At around 9:00 a.m., as he was driving along a stretch of road between cornfields, he noticed something strange in the sky.

 At first, he thought it was an airplane flying very low, but the object’s movement was irregular. It moved too slowly for an airplane, hovered in place, then changed direction sharply at angles impossible for a conventional aircraft. The object was discshaped with a metallic sheen on its surface and a ring of bright lights around its perimeter that flashed in a specific sequence.

 Timothy pulled over to the side of the road to get a better look at what was happening. It was an instinctive decision that he would later curse many times. The object hovered directly above the road at a height he estimated to be about 100 m. There was no sound at all. Complete silence which seemed particularly eerie to him.

 Even the bird stopped singing. Even the wind seemed to die down. Timothy got out of the car holding his cell phone in his hand, intending to video this incredible phenomenon. He remembered raising his phone, pressing the record button, and at that moment everything changed. A beam of intense white light burst from the bottom of the object, so bright that Timothy instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, but the light penetrated even through his closed eyelids, filling his entire field of vision. Simultaneously,

with the appearance of the light, he felt a strange sensation. His body became incredibly heavy, as if every cell was filled with lead. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even turn his head. Complete paralysis gripped him from head to toe. The only thing he could do was breathe. And even that was extremely difficult, each breath coming with great effort.

 Then movement began. It wasn’t him moving. It was the whole world around him. Timothy felt his body lift off the ground, rising upward toward the source of light. Panic overwhelmed his consciousness, and he tried to fight, tried to break free from this invisible grip, but it was useless. The ascent seemed to last forever, although objectively it probably took no more than a minute. Suddenly, the light dimmed.

 He felt a hard surface beneath his back, and the paralysis released him as suddenly as it had come. Timothy opened his eyes and found himself lying on a metal table in a room unlike anything he had ever seen before. The walls were smooth with no visible seams or joints, glowing from within with a soft bluish light. The air was cool, with a slight metallic taste.

 The ceiling was low, no more than 2 and 1/2 m high, and was covered with a complex pattern of lines and symbols that pulsed slowly. There were no windows, no doors, no familiar landmarks. The room was circular, about 5 m in diameter, and apart from the table on which he lay, there was no furniture or equipment.

 He tried to get up, but found that his arms and legs were held in place by something invisible, not straps or chains, but some kind of force field that prevented him from moving. Timothy began to scream, calling for help, demanding an explanation. No one answered. Perhaps 10 minutes passed before a hole appeared in the wall opposite him. The material simply spread apart like liquid, forming a passageway. creatures entered the room.

 Describing them, Timothy admitted that he was still unsure whether they were living beings or some kind of biomechanical constructs. There were three of them. Each was about 4t to 4t 10 in tall. Their bodies were disproportionately thin with long limbs that moved too smoothly, almost like insects. Their skin had a grayish tint with a slight greenish tinge and a strange texture.

 both smooth and seemingly covered with the finest scales. Their heads were disproportionately large in relation to their bodies, pear-shaped with huge almond-shaped eyes that took up almost half of their faces. Their eyes were completely black with no visible iris or pupil and reflected light like polished obsidian.

 They had no mouths in the human sense, only a thin slit where the lip should have been. There was almost no nose either, just two small holes. The ears were completely absent. The creatures made no sound, moved absolutely silently, and this silence was one of the most frightening aspects of the whole situation.

 They were dressed in tight- fitting jumpsuits of the same gray color as their skin, with no visible fasteners or seams, as if the clothing were a second skin. The creatures approached the table on which Timothy lay. He continued to scream, begging them to let him go, to explain what was happening, but they did not respond to his words. One of the creatures reached out a hand.

 It had four long, thin fingers without nails and touched Timothy’s forehead. The touch was cold and caused an instant wave of nausea and dizziness. And suddenly, against his will, images appeared in his mind. Not words, not sounds, but pure visual information that was transmitted directly to his brain.

 He saw himself from the outside, lying on the table. He saw his body as if through an X-ray, his skeleton, organs, circulatory system, everything in minute detail. Then the images changed. He saw earth from space. Saw the planet spinning. Saw cities, forests, oceans. He saw people, millions of people going about their daily business. And he realized that this wasn’t just a display of images. It was a message.

 They were studying him, studying the human race. They were collecting data on biology, physiology, perhaps consciousness, and emotions. When the creature removed its hand, Timothy felt the invisible shackles loosen. He tried to stand up again, but his body wouldn’t obey him. His muscles trembled from overexertion and fear.

 His coordination was impaired. The creatures began to work. They used tools that materialized right in the air when needed and disappeared when no longer necessary. The tools resembled something between surgical instruments and complex electronic devices. Some glowed, some emitted a quiet buzz, some were completely silent. They began taking samples.

 Timothy felt pricks all over his body. Sharp, but strangely painless, as if his skin were being pierced by an ice needle that froze the tissue before penetration. They took blood, skin particles, hair, and something else he couldn’t identify. They brought one of the instruments to his head and Timothy felt a strange pressure inside his skull as if something were scanning his brain layer by layer.

 The procedure lasted for hours, or so it seemed to him, because his sense of time was completely distorted. When they finished the first stage of the examination, one of them touched his forehead again, and Timothy fell into darkness. He didn’t lose consciousness in the usual sense. Rather, his consciousness was as if it had been forcibly shut down, like a computer that had been abruptly powered off.

 When he woke up again, he was in a different room. It was something like a cell or a cage, although there were no bars. The room was small, about 3 m wide and 4 m long with a low ceiling. Along one wall was a platform resembling a bed covered with a material that was soft but not like fabric, more like some kind of organic substance.

 In the corner was a niche with something resembling a sanitary unit. A recess in the floor and a small reservoir of liquid that he could use for washing. The liquid was clear, odorless, and dissolved on the skin, leaving a feeling of cleanliness. The lighting in the chamber was constant, dim, bluish white with no source. The light simply radiated from the walls.

 There was no way to tell whether it was day or night, how much time had passed since his abduction. He had no watch, and his phone was left in his car on Earth. Timothy spent what he later estimated to be 2 years in that cell, although he had doubts about the accuracy of that estimate.

 Time in a closed space without external reference points flows strangely, becomes blurred, loses its usual framework. He tried to keep track of the days by scratching marks on the wall, but the wall material was too hard, and the scratches did not remain or repaired themselves. He tried to count his sleep and wake cycles, but his biological rhythms were disrupted.

 He fell asleep and woke up chaotically without regularity. He was fed twice a day, as far as he could tell. The food appeared through a small hole that opened in the wall at floor level. It was a grayish beige paste, tasteless with the consistency of soggy bread. There was no smell at all. The first few times Timothy refused to eat, but hunger eventually won out.

 Surprisingly, this tasteless substance completely satisfied his hunger and apparently contained all the necessary nutrients. He felt no weakness or exhaustion. Every few days, again, it’s hard to say exactly, he was taken from his cell for further examination. The procedure was always the same, an opening in the wall, creatures entering, one of them touching his forehead, and he lost the ability to resist.

 He was led through corridors that all looked the same. Smooth curved walls, soft lighting, absolute silence. Sometimes he saw other cells. Sometimes he noticed figures in other parts of the corridor, but the distance was too great to make out any details. In the laboratory, the examinations became increasingly invasive.

 They placed him in a cylindrical capsule filled with a clear, viscous liquid through which he could breathe. Although it caused panic attacks, the liquid seeped into his lungs, but oxygen somehow continued to flow into his blood. Inside the capsule, he saw flashes of light around him, felt vibrations passing through his entire body, and heard low frequency humming sounds that resonated in his bones.

 Each procedure lasted for hours and left him completely exhausted. They also conducted what Timothy could only describe as psychological experiments. He was placed in a room where images appeared on the walls, scenes from his life, faces of people he knew, places he had been. Sometimes the images were accurate reproductions of his memories, sometimes distorted or altered. He saw his mother, but with a stranger’s face.

 He saw his house, but located in an unfamiliar place. These distortions caused severe psychological discomfort, a feeling of unreality and made him doubt his own memories. At other times, he was shown images that had nothing to do with his life, abstract geometric figures that constantly transformed, creating dizzying optical illusions or scenes he couldn’t identify.

 landscapes of alien worlds with red skies and black oceans, cities made of materials that looked alive, creatures of the most incredible shapes and sizes. He didn’t understand the purpose of these displays, whether they were studying his reactions or trying to tell him something. The most terrifying moments were when they worked directly on his body.

 Timothy described in detail his voice trembling the procedure during which they made incisions in his skin, long precise lines on his arms, chest and back. But these were not ordinary surgical incisions. They used an instrument that emitted a thin beam of light and this beam literally pushed the tissue apart without damaging it.

 There was no blood, no pain in the usual sense, but there was an eerie sensation of skin and muscles parting, exposing internal structures. Through these incisions, they inserted something under the skin, small objects that Timothy described as metal rods about a centimeter long and as thick as a needle.

 He felt them placing these objects along nerve trunks near large blood vessels in several places along the spine. After each object was inserted, the creatures brought a scanning device and Timothy saw an image of his body with these implants glowing as bright dots on a translucent screen that materialized in the air. When the procedure was over, they ran an instrument along the incisions and the tissues closed back up.

 After a few hours, only thin pinkish lines remained at the incision sites, which gradually darkened and turned into strange marks. Not quite scars, but not normal skin either. These marks had a slightly altered texture in color, were slightly darker than the surrounding skin, and had a slight metallic sheen under certain lighting conditions.

 There were other marks as well. After some procedures, round spots with a diameter of 1 to 3 cm appeared on his skin. These spots looked like burns, but were not painful. The skin inside the spots became darker, almost brown with a clear border, separating the altered area from normal skin.

 Timothy counted 17 such spots on different parts of his body. Some were symmetrical, two on his shoulders, two on his thighs, two on his calves. Others were placed randomly. He did not understand their purpose, but these spots remained unchanged, did not fade or disappear over time. During his entire imprisonment, Timothy saw other people only twice.

 The first time was when he was being led down the corridor for another examination. In one of the cells, whose door became transparent for a moment, he saw a woman. She was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees, staring into space with a vacant gaze. Their eyes met for a second, and Timothy saw complete despair and madness in her face.

 Then the door became opaque again, and the creatures led him on. He does not know who this woman was, where she came from, or how long she had been held captive. The image of her face haunted him in his nightmares for a long time. The second time was in a large room, similar to a hanger or laboratory, much larger than the usual examination rooms.

 There he saw about 20 people placed in transparent vertical capsules along the walls. They were all in a state resembling deep sleep or suspended animation with their eyes closed motionless. Numerous tubes and wires were connected to each capsule.

 Timothy tried to make out their faces to understand whether these people were alive, but the creatures quickly led him on, not giving him a chance to examine them in detail. Psychologically, those two years were hell. isolation, constant fear of another examination, the inability to communicate with anyone, the lack of information about what was happening on Earth, whether his loved ones were alive, whether they were looking for him.

 Timothy tried to kill himself several times. Once he banged his head against the wall, trying to lose consciousness and never wake up again. But the wall material, despite its apparent hardness, cushioned the blows, and the most he achieved was a headache and a small bruise. Another time he tried to strangle himself, but found that he couldn’t follow through.

 When oxygen deprivation reached a critical point, his hands unclenched of their own accord, he gradually lost touch with reality. He began to hear voices that weren’t there and see people in his empty cell. He talked to himself for hours, creating entire dialogues between imaginary interlocutors.

 Sometimes he was sure that everything that was happening was a hallucination, that he was actually lying in a psychiatric clinic somewhere on Earth. At other times he was absolutely sure of the reality of his situation and that was even worse and then quite suddenly it all ended. Timothy woke up one day not in his cell but lying on the ground in the middle of a field.

 It was early morning, judging by the position of the sun. He was in some kind of rural area, surrounded by grass-covered hills and sparse trees. The air was fresh, cool, filled with the smells of earth and plants. After 2 years in the sterile environment of the ship, these smells were almost overwhelming in their intensity.

Timothy lay there for several minutes, unable to believe that he was back on Earth. that the nightmare was over. He was wearing the same jeans and shirt he had been wearing when he disappeared two years ago, but the clothes looked brand new, as if they had just come from the store.

 There was nothing in his pockets, no documents, no money, no phone. On his arm, he noticed a small device attached to his wrist with a metal bracelet. The device was the size of a wristwatch, but much thinner with a completely smooth surface and no buttons or screen. Timothy tried to remove it, but the bracelet would not budge. There was no lock, no clasp, no way to open it.

 He tried to break the device with a rock, but the surface did not even scratch. Realizing that he needed to find people and figure out where he was, Timothy headed toward some buildings he could see in the distance. After walking for an hour, he came to a small farm. The elderly couple who lived there were shocked to see an emaciated, confused man who had appeared out of nowhere. They fed him, gave him water, and let him wash up.

When Timothy looked at himself in the mirror for the first time in two years, he saw an almost unfamiliar person, emaciated with deep set eyes and strange marks on his skin, visible on his neck and arms. The farmers called the local police, explaining that they had found a disoriented man.

 When the officers arrived and checked his identity, it turned out that Timothy Carney had been reported missing since 2004, 7 years after his disappearance. 7 years, not 2 years, as he had thought. Somehow, his perception of time had been distorted even more than he had imagined, or the creatures had kept him in some kind of slowed down state for part of the time.

 At the police station, Timothy tried to tell his story, but quickly realized that they did not believe him. The officers looked at him with obvious skepticism, exchanged glances, and one of them openly suggested taking him to a psychiatric hospital for examination. Timothy fell silent, realizing that there was no point in telling the truth.

He gave minimal testimony saying that he had left voluntarily, spent time in various places, and did not want to go into details. He refused contact with his family and demanded to be left alone. After his release from the police, Timothy tried to return to normal life, but found it impossible.

 Physically, he was on Earth, but psychologically, he was still in that cell on the ship. He had nightmares every night. gray creatures, procedures, endless corridors. He would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming, not understanding where he was. The device on his wrist remained with him, a constant reminder of what he had been through.

 Sometimes it pulsed faintly, emitting a barely noticeable warmth, and Timothy didn’t know what it meant. Were they watching him? Could they take him away again at any moment? Medical examinations confirmed the presence of strange marks on his skin. Dermatologists could not explain their origin. They were not burns in the usual sense.

 They were not scars from injuries. They were not the result of any known skin disease. Tissue analysis showed that in some places the cellular structure of the skin had been altered at the molecular level, but experts could not explain how this had been done.

 An X-ray revealed the presence of foreign objects in Timothy’s body, small metal rods located along the nerve pathways and near the spine, exactly as he had described. An attempt to surgically remove one of these implants ended strangely. The surgeon made an incision, exposed the object, and tried to extract it with tweezers. But the moment it was touched, the implant simply dissolved, turning into a liquid that was instantly absorbed into the surrounding tissue. The monitors in the operating room experienced a brief malfunction.

 All screens simultaneously displayed interference as if from a powerful electromagnetic pulse. After that, Timothy categorically refused to make any further attempts to remove the implants. He realized that they were designed to remain in his body, and any attempts to remove them could have unpredictable consequences. Detective Rogers, watching the video recording, was shocked by the level of detail in Timothy’s story. It was not like the typical stories of people who claim to have been abducted by aliens.

Usually such stories are full of contradictions, change when repeated, and contain elements borrowed from science fiction or popular culture. But Timothy spoke monotonously without emotional exaggeration, with painful accuracy in the details. He did not try to convince, did not seek sensation, did not crave attention.

 On the contrary, it was clear from his words that he would like to forget everything that had happened. but couldn’t. At the end of the recording, Timothy showed his body to the camera. He took off his shirt and showed the marks on his chest, back, and arms. 17 round dark spots were clearly visible despite the poor video quality.

 The long lines on his skin, the incision sites had a metallic sheen. The device on his wrist was clearly visible, a smooth dark bracelet with an integrated device that glowed faintly with a greenish light. Timothy said he was recording this video from a motel in Roswell, a location he chose with bitter irony. He doesn’t know how much time he has left in freedom.

 He feels that they are watching him, that they will come to take him away again soon. Timothy’s last words on the recording were, “I don’t know why they took me. I don’t know what they were looking for. I don’t know how many more people are out there on that ship or on other ships, but I know one thing. They are among us. They are watching.

 They are studying. And we are nothing more than lab rats to them. If you see strange lights in the sky, if you feel a sudden paralysis, if you lose track of time and can’t explain where you were, run, hide, do anything. Just don’t let them take you because if they take you, part of you will never come back. The recording ended abruptly.

 Detective Rogers sat in front of the screen for a long time, trying to make sense of what he had seen. He knew he had to show this to his superiors, but he also understood how this information would be received. They would think he was crazy if he took the story of alien abduction seriously. But the physical evidence, the marks on the body, the implants confirmed by medical examinations, the device on the wrist was all real and documented.

Do you think this story is true or just more crazy ramblings? Write your opinion in the comments and see you in the next video. Bye for now.