The Strange
The Taos Hum The Strange

I was in Taos, New Mexico in 1995 on a summer vacation.  Taos was our destination at the end of a long nine-state tour.  As soon as we arrived at the motel in downtown Taos, I began asking questions about the famous "Taos Hum".

The Taos hum is a strange low frequency hum that has been reported as a low buzzing sound emanating from the ground by many Taos residents.  Some have been driven to the brink of insanity by this constant ominous buzzing coming from deep within the bowels of the earth.  Others have simply pulled up their Taos roots and left the area.  This is sad because Taos is a simply wonderful place and hum or no hum, I want to live there someday.

  Much speculation has been given regarding this strange noise.  Some say that it is a form of seismic activity, others who border on the edge of conspiracy theory,  say it is a government experiment in VLF (very low frequency) radio waves designed to initiate earthquakes.  Others insist that it originates from the generators of a nearby power plant.  A spokesman for the power plant though, has said that this is impossible.

 My own investigation of this phenomena yielded a different twist to the story.  The first person I talked to was the motel clerk.  He wouldn't even talk to me until it was confirmed that I was indeed one of the hotel guests.  Having confirmed my identity, he told me he had never heard the hum and told me to go north to the Taos indian pueblo to ask them.  The pueblo was closed that week to outsiders, so back into Taos I went.  By this time it was getting very late.  I had asked the waitress and other patrons in a small cafe where I had stopped to have coffee and a snack.  No one there had ever heard the hum.  Totally discouraged, I returned to the hotel but stopped at the hotel bar to make one last inquiry.  As soon as I walked in a group of waiters and employees yelled to me that the bar was closed for the night.  I said: "Oh don't worry, I don't want a drink, I just want someone to tell me about the Taos hum.  You see, I've driven two thousand miles to hear this strange hum and no one knows a thing about it!"  They all started laughing at me.  I was about to leave when a slightly drunk Taos indian signaled me to come over to where he was sitting.  He wanted me to know that he was not laughing at me and that he alone was the only one who understood my quest.  He said that he believed in the hum, though he had never heard it himself.  He also said that the hum should be taken seriously because he believed it was the voices of his ancestors calling out to the Taos tribe.  I asked him where I might go to hear this hum.  He directed me to go way out of the city limits, almost to the edge of the Rio Grand canyon some 15 miles away.  I thanked him and off I went to finally get a chance at hearing the elusive sound.  As I left the bar on my way to the car, I saw a license plate on a late model Honda that read 666HUM.  I thought of tracking this person down but decided against it.

A half hour later I found myself in the middle of the vast New Mexico desert, all alone at two or three in the morning , with my head pressed against the ground for almost an hour straining to hear this enchanting sound.  But it was all for naught, as all I could hear was the pounding of blood inside my tired head.  I rolled over and lay on my back looking at the bright stars of the desert sky and thought: "Hey, I'm in New Mexico, maybe I'll see a UFO."


By John McMahon, webmaster@thestrangedotcom.com
Another Taos Hum Story


After Big Mikey sent us his account of the goatman and swore that it was the truth, he also wrote in to tell us that he had other wonderful and true stories.  Once again, he maintains that the following story is the absolute truth.  To add further credibility to his story, he invites you to email him with any questions or comments you may have.


Shortly after moving to New Mexico, I befriended a coworker of mine. We will call him Charles. He is now, I believe, officially insane and is under the care of his sixty some odd year parents in Nebraska. We were the best of friends for the eight months that he lived in Santa Fe while I was there. He got a job offer up in Taos which he just had to take, so he moved. Taos is only a little over an hour away from Santa Fe, so we stayed in contact and I saw him about every other week. Keep in mind that he was an occasional drug user, shrooms and kind bud, but nothing that could make him go out of his gourd... or could it?

  On my first weekend visit to Taos, he complained to me that his head was constantly aching, but he would just attribute it to the higher elevation. It was nothing major, his thoughts just weren't as clear. So he would drink it away and everything was cool. With every subsequent visit his complaining escalated to the point that he was hearing a constant hum. He said it felt like it came from the middle of his head out to his ear drums. On bad days he could feel it in his teeth. I was befuddled. I could not hear this mystery hum myself, but I believed him because he was still very sane.
 
   The tale of the day that Charles lost him marbles is one of tragedy, but also of comical proportions. We met at the casino in Pojaque, which is but a mere collection of hovels outside of Los Alamos. We gambled, we drank, we womanized... Poor Charles was down on his luck that night, losing more than $400 dollars and picking up a girl that resembled a troll. But he was well liquored up, so he really didn't care. I on the other hand, came out $80 on top and had a fairly decent girl on my arm at the end of the night. So the four of us left the casino and went back to Taos. We arrived at his place and popped a in a good movie to get the girls in the mood. Throughout the movie, Charles was looking tense, but I thought that he was sobering up and saw just what he dragged home. From the corner of my eye, I saw his girl lean up to his face to get some lovin', and then he cracked.

   He released a shout of rage, threw the girl aside and grabbed the lamp all in one deft move. He hurled the lamp at the TV, the force of which sent the VCR plummeting to the ground. He shuffled over to the fire place and seized the fire poker. I could only stare slack jawed at the events that I beheld, aghast at my friends actions. He kicked the utility closet door in and proceeded to beat the hot water heater until he bent the poker into a twisted mass of metal. He tore and clawed at all of the pipes and wires coming off the heater, and he even used fists. He proceeded to do this until the heater looked like R2-D2. His girl fainted and urinated while mine ran out the door to never be seen again. There was nothing I could do to stop his madness. He bolted out the door and locked himself in his car where he stayed for almost two straight days until he was week enough to be pulled.  Once again I invite anybody to email me on this issue.


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