Level 1, they say, is a parking garage for military vehicles and black helicopters. Level 2 is storage—crates of unknown origin, humming with a low, subsonic thrum. Level 3 is the laboratory. And it’s on Level 3 where the story turns cold.
Level 4 held the archives: holographic records of Earth’s history, star maps showing routes to distant systems, and a library of genetic codes—not just human, but from dozens of other hominid species that had risen and fallen on this planet. Level 5 was the hub for "interdimensional transit," a shimmering archway that led, according to the testimony, not to another place on Earth, but to other frequencies of reality entirely. Dulce Alien Base
In 1954, or so the legend goes, a meeting took place at Holloman Air Force Base between U.S. government officials and an extraterrestrial race known as the "Tall Greys." The agreement was simple: the Greys could establish a base on Earth—specifically at Dulce—in exchange for sharing advanced technology. The catch? They could conduct their own research, but with limits. Limits, the whistleblowers claim, that were soon ignored. Abductions increased. Livestock turned up mutilated. And beneath Dulce, a war began. Level 1, they say, is a parking garage
Today, Dulce remains. Satellite images show nothing but scrubland and the occasional government vehicle on County Road 145. The Jicarilla Apache, who know this land as sacred, have their own stories: of a hole in the earth that leads to a place where the stars are born, and where creatures without faces steal sleepers from their beds. And it’s on Level 3 where the story turns cold
They call it the Dulce Base.