Travis Taylor: “The Experiment was the best descision of the entire show.”

This is the creepiest and most unexplainable Skinwalker Ranch footage ever caught on tape. No one has an explanation for what happens in it.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the landscape, the team assembled at the infamous triangle of Skinwalker Ranch, ready for a nighttime experiment filled with both excitement and trepidation.

Travis and his colleagues were joined by their friends from New Salt Laser, including technologist Pete Kelsey, who had a reputation for his expertise in advanced laser technology. They were eager to investigate a suspicious phenomenon that had been spotted in the sky during previous nights.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as Tim arrived and was greeted warmly by the group, sharing stories and theories about the strange occurrences that had plagued the ranch for years.

This year, New Salt had upped the ante significantly, bringing with them eight laser space cannons with enhanced power and precision. Each cannon was capable of delivering a focused beam of light strong enough to pierce through the darkness and illuminate the night sky, promising to enhance their chances of detecting anomalies that had previously eluded them.

The plan was straightforward yet ambitious. Once darkness fell, the New Salt team would strategically set up their high-powered laser space cannons at the center of the triangle, each aiming their beams straight up into the cosmos. The configuration was designed so that any interruptions or breaks in the beams would allow them to pinpoint the sources of the previously detected anomalies that had been reported between the ground and the high altitudes above the ranch.

An extra laser cannon would target a 12×8 ft white screen positioned at the 31 ft mark, thanks to Thomas using a lift to ensure the screen was perfectly positioned for optimal visibility. This setup would serve as a crucial focal point for analyzing any activity.

Travis, armed with a spectrometer, prepared to measure any variations in the laser beam’s color spectrum. He was specifically searching for evidence of the elusive blob anomaly, a mysterious phenomenon that had baffled researchers and investigators alike.

With everything meticulously in place, the team awaited the onset of nightfall, ready to flood the sky with photons and unravel the secrets hidden above Skinwalker Ranch.

As the last rays of sunlight faded and darkness enveloped the landscape, the team sprang into action. They meticulously checked their equipment, ensuring that each laser space cannon was calibrated correctly and positioned precisely to maximize their chances of success.

As they prepared for the experiment, they planned to scan the entire spectrum with their sensors, hoping to detect something unusual in the designated area. Once more, Eric acknowledged the substantial amount of equipment that needed to be deployed and urged everyone to get started, his voice tinged with both excitement and urgency.

With a collective nod, they set to work, fueled by a mix of curiosity and apprehension about what the night might reveal. The air grew colder, and the silence of the ranch was punctuated only by the sounds of their preparations — the whir of machinery, the clicks of buttons being pressed, and the occasional nervous laughter as they shared stories of past encounters.

Each member of the team understood the significance of this moment. They were not just participating in an experiment but were also part of a long tradition of those who sought to uncover the truth behind the strange happenings at Skinwalker Ranch.

The anticipation of the unknown hung heavy in the air as they readied themselves for what could potentially be a groundbreaking night of discovery.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they carefully arranged the sophisticated instruments. The laser space cannons were positioned strategically, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the fading daylight like sentinels preparing for an otherworldly encounter.

Technicians busily calibrated the devices, ensuring that every component was in perfect working order, their fingers deftly moving over screens and knobs. Conversations buzzed with a mix of technical jargon and excited speculation about what the night might reveal, creating an electric atmosphere that heightened their collective anticipation.

Chris, focusing on the calibration, adjusted the equipment to low power, while Travis made a final check with Tim to ensure everything was set. Tim confirmed they were ready to proceed, his voice steady but tinged with excitement, adding to the mounting tension in the air.

The team gathered around their equipment, eyes scanning the horizon, hearts pounding with the thrill of the unknown. Suddenly, Travis’s attention was caught by a peculiar sight in the sky.

“Hey, hey, what is — look right here!” he called out, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. The others turned their gazes skyward, trying to locate the object Travis had seen.

“What is that? Right there!” Caleb pointed out, his finger tracing the object’s path across the sky. The team’s eyes followed his direction, squinting to see more clearly in the dimming light.

The object seemed to hover for a moment before gliding effortlessly across the sky, its movement both fluid and unnerving. Travis, his eyes fixed on the object, noted the absence of any lights.

“I don’t see lights on it,” he remarked, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

Caleb nodded in agreement, adding, “I’m not seeing lights either.”

The object moved with an eerie smoothness, its lack of conventional aviation lights heightening the tension among the group.

“I don’t see aviation lights at all,” Travis reiterated, his voice now edged with a hint of urgency. The team watched in silence, each member grappling with the implications of what they were observing.

The realization dawned on them that they might be witnessing something extraordinary — something beyond their understanding of aerial phenomena.

Caleb, scanning the object intently, added, “Yeah, I don’t see any strobe.”

The absence of typical navigation lights or strobes suggested this was no ordinary aircraft. The object continued its silent, steady movement, its path unwavering as it headed north and west — almost as if it were aware of the eyes watching it.

“I think that could be a UAP,” Travis said, the term “unidentified aerial phenomenon” hanging in the air like an unspoken question.

The word felt heavy, laden with the weight of countless theories and encounters that had come before. The object continued its silent journey, a shadow against the darkening sky — captivating and unsettling all at once.

The team stood in shock, tracking the object until it finally disappeared from view.

“Yeah, I can barely still see it moving to the north and west,” Travis observed, his eyes straining against the darkness. The thrill of discovery mixed with the fear of the unknown as they processed what they had just witnessed.

The night had taken a turn into the extraordinary, and the significance of their experiment felt more profound than ever. They were no longer just researchers — they were witnesses to a phenomenon that challenged everything they thought they knew about the world above Skinwalker Ranch.

Moments later, the object was gone, swallowed by the night sky. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken thoughts and questions.

What had they just seen?

The sighting added a new layer of mystery to their experiment, leaving them to ponder the phenomena that seemed to hover just beyond their understanding.

Travis reflected on the extraordinary events of the past few years at Skinwalker Ranch. As an optical scientist with over three decades of experience working with NASA and the Department of Defense on space technology, he had encountered numerous UAPs, yet the one they had just witnessed stood out — bigger and brighter than anything previously documented on the ranch.

It even maneuvered like a craft for several seconds before vanishing abruptly, leaving him both exhilarated and perplexed. Determined to uncover more, Travis rallied the team.

“All right, well let’s get going,” he urged, his voice steady and commanding.

Tim confirmed they were hooked up and ready to energize the equipment once the backstop was in place. Travis was resolute — they needed to start their laser, lidar, and rocket experiment at the triangle immediately.

The aim was to see if the mysterious object reappeared or, given the legends of portals in the area, to detect something that might explain its sudden disappearance.

Pete and the Omni TQ team were ready, their expressions a mix of focus and anticipation. Eric, responsible for monitoring the screens, needed to head back to the command center.

“I’ve got to get back over to the command center where I’ve got all the monitoring screens up right now,” Eric said, urgency in his voice.

Travis acknowledged this, pushing everyone to action. “Great, well I say we get to it.”

The anticipation was palpable as the big laser powered up, its hum resonating in the cool night air. Tim, communicating over the walkie, instructed Chris to slowly increase the power.

“Copy that,” Chris responded, his voice steady despite the tension that hung thick in the atmosphere.

The team watched intently as the laser beams pierced the night sky, their powerful light cutting through the dark like beacons of inquiry. The sophisticated sensors and spectrometers were set to capture any anomalies, their screens glowing with data as they scanned the surroundings.

The white screen, now elevated, served as a crucial part of the setup — ready to reveal any interruptions in the laser beams as the experiment unfolded.

The atmosphere was a blend of scientific rigor and profound curiosity. Each member of the team was acutely aware of the significance of their work. They were not just observing phenomena — they were on the frontier of potentially groundbreaking discoveries.

The stakes felt higher than ever, with the recent sighting lingering in their minds like an unanswered question.

The laser beams, now fully powered, illuminated the triangle with an eerie glow, casting long shadows that danced across the ground. The sensors scanned the spectrum carefully, searching for any signs of the mysterious object.

Travis and his team monitored the data, their eyes glued to the screens, tension and excitement coiling within them as they awaited any indication of what might lie hidden in the darkness above.

Minutes passed, each tick of the clock heightening their anticipation. The powerful beams sliced through the night, illuminating the area around them — but the silence was profound, almost deafening.

With bated breath, they watched, hoping for an interruption in the laser patterns that might signify the return of the elusive phenomenon they had just witnessed.

The night was alive with possibilities, and every flicker of light held the potential for revelation.

Would the experiment yield the answers they sought — or would it deepen the mystery surrounding Skinwalker Ranch?

Only time would tell.

The experiment continued deep into the night. Every flicker and every anomaly was noted with precision. The team’s determination was unwavering, driven by the hope of uncovering the secrets hidden within the skies above Skinwalker Ranch.

As the hours passed, the sense of anticipation grew. They knew that whatever they discovered could have profound implications. The strange object they had seen was just a glimpse of the unknown, and they were committed to unraveling the mystery.

The night was long, but the potential for discovery kept their spirits high.

Travis, standing amidst the glowing beams and whirring equipment, felt a surge of excitement. This was the kind of moment he had dedicated his career to — on the brink of a discovery that could change everything they knew about the skies above them.

The darkness enveloped them, but the bright laser beams created a surreal, almost otherworldly ambiance that electrified the air.

As the team continued their experiment, Travis marveled at the intensity of the laser’s brightness.

“Yeah, that’s bright — wow, that’s bright,” he commented, his eyes fixed on the beam cutting through the darkness.

The light was almost blinding, drawing everyone’s attention to it, and its stark illumination contrasted sharply with the night sky.

Before the New Salt team activated the seven vertical laser cannons positioned around the triangle, Travis wanted to test the single cannon aimed at the whiteboard set 31 ft high.

This was the exact spot where they had previously seen the blob-like anomaly that might have caused a rocket to explode back in 2022.

Memories of that unsettling event lingered in Travis’s mind, fueling his desire to extract more information from this site.

“It’s like staring at the sun,” Caleb remarked, his eyes squinting against the brilliant light.

The intensity of the beam was palpable, creating an almost electric charge in the air. As the laser cannon fired its beam, comprising a specific spectrum of colors, into the 31 ft zone, Travis monitored his spectrometer closely. Any changes in the colors would indicate something unusual in the airspace.

The spectrometer displayed the laser’s red, green, and blue components clearly, each hue sharp and distinct. Suddenly, Travis noticed an unexpected shift.

“Look at that — suddenly it’s gotten brighter in the green and dropped off in the blue,” he observed, puzzled by the anomaly.

“Why would it be doing that?” His voice held a mix of excitement and confusion as he stared at the readings.

The laser was programmed to emit light with no variation in its brightness or color, so the sudden increase in green light intensity and the simultaneous fading of blue light suggested interference at the 31 ft mark.

Moreover, the colors had shifted slightly — a clear sign that something strange was present in the airspace.

The team members exchanged glances, their earlier excitement morphing into cautious intrigue. Caleb leaned closer to the spectrometer, scrutinizing the readouts.

“This could be it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if it’s another anomaly?”

Travis adjusted the settings on the spectrometer, trying to capture more data.

“We need to keep the laser focused on that point — let’s see if it persists,” he instructed, his mind racing with possibilities.

They all understood that this could lead to crucial insights into the strange occurrences surrounding the ranch. The atmosphere crackled with tension and hope as the team observed the laser beam — now a focal point of their investigation.

Each passing moment felt significant. They were treading into the unknown, fueled by a mix of scientific inquiry and a primal desire to understand what lurked in the shadows of their reality.

“Keep monitoring for any other shifts,” Travis urged, his eyes darting between the spectrometer and the shimmering beam. “If this anomaly is real, we need to document everything.”

The hours dragged on, punctuated by the whir of machinery and the focused intensity of their work. Every flicker of light, every subtle change in the data, felt like a breadcrumb leading them deeper into the enigma of Skinwalker Ranch.

They were not merely observers — they were explorers on the frontier of discovery, standing at the precipice of potential revelations that could challenge the very fabric of their understanding.

Travis’s mind raced with possibilities. The unexplained changes in the laser spectrum hinted at an unknown phenomenon interfering with their experiment. This revelation added a new layer of complexity to their investigation.

Whatever was at the 31 ft mark was not just an ordinary anomaly — it was something that could alter the properties of light itself.

The team gathered around the spectrometer, examining the data with keen interest. The discovery of the color shift was significant, pointing to the presence of an unknown entity or force within the triangle.

It was a breakthrough moment, validating their efforts and fueling their determination to uncover the mysteries of Skinwalker Ranch.

The implications of this finding were profound. They were on the verge of potentially redefining their understanding of light and its interaction with the environment.

With the laser’s beam still illuminating the night sky, Travis and his team knew they were on the brink of a potentially groundbreaking discovery.

The strange interference at 31 ft was a puzzle piece that could help them understand the broader phenomena they had been witnessing.

The night experiment had not only confirmed their suspicions but also opened new avenues for exploration.

Excitement buzzed through the air, mingling with the cool night breeze as the team strategized their next steps.

“All right, next step,” Travis announced, mobilizing the team. “Jim, you’re going to run lidar, right?”

Jim nodded, his eyes bright with anticipation, and Travis turned to Pete.

“I’d rather you run thermal — we need to gather as much data as possible.”

The team sprang into action, each member fueled by the thrill of discovery.

“All right, Jim, if you want to go ahead and get in the air,” Travis instructed, his voice steady amidst the flurry of activity.

Jim acknowledged, readying his lidar equipment with practiced precision.

“Lasers are up,” Travis confirmed, as the beams lit up the sky like bright ethereal swords piercing the night.

The buzzing of the equipment filled the air, adding to the palpable tension that enveloped them.

“Here we go,” he said, watching as Pete’s drone took to the air, its rotors whirring against the stillness of the night.

Jim communicated from his position.

“Pete, I’m at 133 ft,” he reported, his voice steady, betraying none of the excitement coursing through him.

“I’m coming to 100 feet, Jim,” Pete replied, guiding his drone to the optimal altitude.

The lidar and thermal drones hovered above the triangle, their sensors scanning the space carefully, seeking any hint of the anomaly that had disrupted their experiment.

“Copy you, Travis,” came the confirmation, signaling that the drones were operational and ready to collect data.

“Try to go hot on the battery,” Travis instructed, preparing for the next phase of the experiment.

The countdown began, and the tension escalated.

“Rocket going hot in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1!”

The rocket launched into the sky — a brilliant streak of light against the dark canvas of the night.

However, as it ascended, something unexpected happened. The rocket’s trajectory began to shift erratically, veering off course in a manner that defied all calculations.

Gasps filled the air as the team watched in disbelief.

“What’s happening?” Caleb exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the anomaly.

The rocket, instead of following a steady ascent, twisted and turned — almost as if it was being influenced by an unseen force.

“Hold steady on the controls!” Travis shouted, trying to regain control of the situation.

The monitors flashed with data, and the lidar and thermal readings surged, reflecting the tumult in the air.

The anomaly at 31 ft seemed to be interacting with the rocket in ways they had never anticipated.

“Look at the readings!” Jim yelled, his voice rising above the chaos. The sensors were picking up massive fluctuations in temperature and energy levels.

“There’s something up there — something we can’t see!”

Just then, the rocket burst through an unseen barrier in the air, and a bright flash illuminated the surroundings, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

For a brief moment, the night was ablaze with an unearthly light. The team shielded their eyes, captivated and terrified by what they had unleashed.

As the light faded, the anomaly seemed to solidify in the air, becoming visible to the naked eye — a shimmering, translucent figure appeared at the 31 ft mark, pulsating with energy.

It hovered there, seemingly caught between dimensions, challenging their understanding of reality itself.

Travis’s heart raced.

“This — this is what we came for,” he gasped, realizing they were witnessing something extraordinary — something that could redefine the very nature of their research.

They had to document everything.

“Capture it! Record everything!” Travis shouted, his voice booming with urgency.

The team quickly refocused their equipment, ready to gather data on this unprecedented phenomenon.

They were on the edge of a discovery that could change everything they thought they knew about Skinwalker Ranch and the mysteries that lurked within its shadows.

Instead of ascending in a straight line, the rocket flew in an odd-shaped pattern.

“Did y’all see that?” Travis exclaimed, his eyes wide with incredulity. “It was like it was diverted around the anomaly!”

The rocket’s trajectory was unmistakably altered, veering away from its intended path.

“It’s going to land on the mesa,” someone noted, their voice tinged with astonishment as they tracked the rocket’s erratic flight across the night sky.

The team watched, spellbound. The rocket, which should have ascended straight up, had been redirected — as if some unseen force were at work.

The anomaly seemed to exert a presence that influenced its course.

As the rocket continued to twist and turn, the implications of this latest development weighed heavily on the team.

“What kind of force could divert a rocket? This is incredible,” Travis said, his mind racing with possibilities, each more fascinating than the last.

The experiment had revealed another layer of mystery, deepening their interest and determination to uncover the secrets of Skinwalker Ranch.

They were not just observing — they were part of an unfolding narrative that challenged the boundaries of science.

The team stood in stunned silence, staring at the trajectory path on the monitor. The data lines formed erratic, looping patterns that made no scientific sense.

“Look at that curve,” Eric said, zooming in on the flight path. “That’s not aerodynamic behavior — something physically redirected it.”

Jim replayed the lidar data, scrubbing through frame by frame. “Right here, at about thirty feet,” he pointed. “The readings go off the chart. There’s definitely a distortion field.”

Pete’s thermal feed showed a glowing pocket of energy suspended in the air, flickering like a mirage. “It’s not just optical,” he muttered. “That thing is emitting heat — or absorbing it. I can’t tell which.”

Travis’s voice broke the tension. “All right, everyone, log everything — lidar, thermal, visual. Cross-correlate every dataset. We’re not losing this.”

They moved methodically, despite the adrenaline coursing through them. Each person knew that this could be the most important evidence ever recorded on the ranch.

As the files transferred, the screens flickered with spectrographic overlays — bright lines showing the altered color frequencies from the laser test.

Travis zoomed in on the green and blue channels. “See that?” he said, tapping the display. “The green spike and blue drop — that’s identical to what we saw before. It’s consistent. Whatever’s there, it’s interacting with light.”

Eric leaned closer. “But interacting how? Refraction? Absorption? Or is it bending space-time itself?”

No one answered. The weight of that question lingered in the control room.

The monitors displayed a swirling interference pattern — concentric waves centered precisely at the 31-foot elevation, matching the earlier anomalies from 2022 and 2023.

“It’s like something’s parked there,” Caleb whispered. “Like an invisible craft, or a structure.”

Travis frowned. “Or maybe a portal.”

The word hung in the air.

Outside, the night was eerily calm again. The wind had died, the temperature had dropped several degrees, and the laser beams now cut through a faint haze that hadn’t been there before.

Pete checked his drone’s altitude and position. “Still locked at one hundred feet,” he reported. “Thermal anomaly’s fading… wait — it’s moving.”

Everyone turned to the screens as a faint, shifting blob of heat began to drift horizontally, sliding away from the triangle and toward the ridge.

“Track it!” Travis ordered. “Stay with it!”

The lidar feed pulsed with moving points of distortion, as though the air itself were rippling.

“It’s heading toward the mesa,” Eric said. “About two hundred meters out and climbing.”

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the anomaly vanished.

All readings normalized. The lidar cleared. The temperature stabilized. The night returned to silence.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Finally, Travis exhaled. “All right,” he said quietly. “We got it. We finally got it.”

The others nodded slowly, still processing what they had just witnessed.

The data logs confirmed it: multiple instruments — lidar, thermal, visual, and laser spectrometry — had all registered simultaneous interference at the same location and altitude.

That convergence of evidence was unprecedented.

Travis leaned back against the console, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever it is,” he said softly, “it’s real. It’s physical. And it doesn’t want to be found.”

The team began powering down the equipment, the hum of generators fading into the distance. The powerful lasers dimmed, leaving only the soft red glow of standby lights across the site.

As they packed up, the mood was subdued — a strange mix of awe and quiet triumph.

Caleb glanced back toward the triangle, where the beams had once illuminated the night. “You think it’s still there?” he asked.

Travis looked at him, then at the empty space above the ground.

“I think it never left,” he replied.

The others fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them.

They all knew this was far from over. Every test, every reading, every anomaly was leading them closer to something profound — something that seemed to blur the line between science and the unknown.

As the trucks rumbled back toward the command center, the night air remained still, the stars shining faintly above the ranch.

Unseen to the human eye, a faint shimmer pulsed once above the 31-foot mark — then faded into darkness.

The mystery continued.