Naturally, humans as a race love to blame things. Famous man gets murdered? I heard it was the CIA. Unexplained dissapearance? Aliens man, I swear I saw a saucer over there last night. A suprising, although not unpleasant, dream about some happy animals while singing a song about the porcupine? Lay off the crack man.
With the exception of the last, all the blame is on the unknown. Anything that holds a veil of secrecy tends to attact more attention than something that is pubically known.
Take, for example, Area 51. Government denial of its existence. Workers sworn to secrecy. High Security. A guard working that front gate that isn't eating donuts or sleeping. We don't know what they do, so we then center everything on them. If Area 51 admitted that they had aliens, I'm pretty sure the hype would die down in a week. People would start saying, "Aliens? Is that it?" and all the speculators would go away, simply because there is no longer anything to speculate about. Secrecy opens alot of possibilities. Is the secret cave an innocent bear den, or is it actually the lair of BEAR MAN, CRIME FIGHTING EXTRORDINAIRE! Does the secret safe contain something that is worth scaling 70 flights of stairs, crawling through 50 feet of sewage lines adnd dueling the demonic guard of the 4th dimension in a pokemon battle? Or is it just some worthless jewels and land grants?
Secrecy is hardly ever secret.
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