Speaker 1: It had only been months since i'd lost my sister.
I was depressed and feeling all alone. When I reached
out to a friend. He suggested I get out and
go down around the mulgi. I think i'll pronounce that
right oak mulgy. Maybe that's a river or a swamp,
I'm not sure, and he wanted to scout for hogs.
We planned on going on a hunt soon, so I
decided he was right that it might be good for me.
I took my dog, a cocker Spaniel named River, and
we headed out. We'd worked our way down to the
famous bass fishing lake through the woods for about a
mile when I got a whiff of something that could
have knocked a buzzard off a poop wack. I love
the way you guys write. I can't even describe it.
It was just bad. I started looking around for it,
thinking what I smelled with something dead. I thought coyotes
might be a concern, but I had my pump action
Mossberg loaded with buckshot and slugs, so I wasn't too worried.
About that time. River disappeared somewhere and I started seeing
water through the trees, so I knew I must be
getting close to the lake. As I got closer to
the water and rounded a little thicket, I immediately saw
something standing to the left of me. I knew this
is what I must have been smelling. Admittedly, I wasn't
wearing my glasses, so I couldn't see every minor detail,
but I knew what this thing was. I noticed his
lips for some reason, he wasn't quite showing his teeth,
but he wasn't not showing them either. It was more
like a relaxing moment, kind of like after you brush
your teeth. But what surprised me the most was when
he saw my shotgun. It had been tucked behind my
leg in such a way that it was hidden from
the creature at first, but in my shock, I took
a step back, dropping it into plain sight. He took
one look at it and zeroed in on it with
real fear and recognition on his face. He knew what
this thing was, and I believe he knew that it
could hurt him. His eyes darted back and forth between
me and the shotgun, so I knew I had to
do something. I raised my free hand in a show
of peace to sort of say, hey, I'm not here.
To hurt you. That must have satisfied him, because he
turned and walked off. It was actually more like a
glide than a walk. I exhaled and realized I'd been
holding my breath. I admit I was shocked to my core.
I know that they're there now. I went back out
there with my friend during the rainy season and we
found two sets of tracks. The writer of this account
states the following event is recorded in a book. Photos
were taken by a California Highway Patrol officer and these
photos are reproduced in this book. As of today, I
have not confirmed this. However, he claims several of the
individuals present during this UFO event have read the book
and seen the photographs. I have the title of the book,
but the dates given do not correspond with the date
of the following event. I do not doubt the writer's word.
On the contrary, I believe the date of the publication
in his email is a typo. We will hear more
from this writer in the future, and if I can
get this information straight, I will reveal the title of
the book that he wrote of and the date of
its publication. Fountain Valley, California, during the fall of nineteen
seventy three, one of those seventy degree t shirt nights
in Crazy Fornia. At nine o'clock PM, we stopped working
on our dragster and we decided to run down to
the local coffee shop. As we walked towards our cars,
I looked towards Miles Square Park, two blocks from my house.
Three lights were hovering about three thousand feet or less
above the park. The light formed a triangle shape in
the sky. A helicopter practiced landing pad was located in
the park. An unfortunate helicopter crash had occurred there some
weeks before. As unusual as this may sound, three choppers
collided at once and fell to the ground, killing several airmen.
Crews were at work removing the wreckage at this time.
One fuselage remained on the ground for the next day's work.
Three lights were slowly descending over the park. My friends
and I stood in astonishment watching the lights descend over
the park. I asked my friends if they wanted to
get a better look, and I was surprised to hear
them respond with a hell no. The lights continued their descent,
pulsing and constantly changing colors. It was too much for me,
so I smugly called my buddies a bunch of chickens,
and I raced for the park in my chevel. I
reached the closed gate to the landing pad with my
head lights off. The lights were now five hundred feet
or less off the ground. Marines had been guarding the
pad since the crash, but they were distracted by the
lights now falling on top of them. Signs were posted
along the fence to keep out. I had to see
this up close, and I sprung from the car, hopped
a fence, ran the last hundred yards through a shallow ditch,
and I crouched next to the landing pad. I knew
I would be seen at some point and probably go
to jail, but the impulse to get close was worth
it for me. A young marine stood just a few
feet away on the tarmac. He was transfixed by the
crafts hovering above. I could now clearly see the UFOs,
only one hundred feet above the last helicopter wreckage. They
were round objects with a metallic appearance. One was red
and then pulsed to orange, Another was blue, changing to purple.
The last was yellow to green. The colors changed slowly.
There was no blinking. I walked out onto the tarmac
and I stood next to the marine who had dropped
his rifle and gazed at the spectacle as if he
were in a trance. He never noticed me walk past him.
Now I was standing next to the helicopter and directly
under the UFOs. They now hovered silently fifty feet above me,
still maintaining their triangular formation. Each vessel looked to be
one hundred feet in diameter. I felt no heat or wind,
and the area was silent. They hung in the sky
as if strings held them in place. I don't know
how long I stood watching. It could have been thirty seconds,
or it could have been three hours. There were no
voices in my head, but I distinctly got the message
to get off the tarmac. So I turned my back
to the wreckage and I walked back the way that
I had come in. The guard was in front of me,
walking in the same direction towards the field and the brush.
He was in a zombie like state, putting one foot
in front of the other, with no animation or interest
in what was happening around him. I walked by the
rifle he had dropped earlier, and I caught up with
him at the edge of the concrete and we both
to watch the UFO slowly began gaining an elevation, and
then they shot into the sky like bullets, stopping briefly
as pinpoints of light in the sky, and then they vanished.
The guard looked over at me, appearing to be a
bit surprised to see me there. So I headed back
to the car, not saying a word. It was time
to go back. At the coffee shop, I met my
buddies in the parking lot. They had watched the whole
event from here. A bunch of chickens, I mumbled. They
made the case that they might be chickens, but at
least they weren't crazy, and I actually think they had
a point. I proceeded to tell them the whole story.
The whole thing really was crazy. Twenty years later, my
wife and I were attending a wedding dinner for the
daughter of my friend Ken, who was at the coffee
shop parking lot that night. We all sat at a
large table and the discussion was lively. From across the table,
I heard Ken say, Hey, Mark, why don't you tell
that story about the UFOs? At Miles State Park. Some
of our friends laughed, but Ken and I didn't. I
went on to tell the story to a mesmerized audience.
I was almost to the end of the story when
Ken's wife blurted, Oh my god, you mean that story
is true. Ken laughed and he said, I've been telling
you that story for years. Yes, it's true. We all
saw them, and oh, crazy here took off in his
car and snuck into that park like it was no
big deal. All he wanted was a front row seat.
All of this has really been blocked out until recently.
I've heard so many stories and started putting two and
two together. I didn't know what it was that I
saw until recently, and some things leading up to it
and things that happened afterward have put it all in perspective.
My name is John and I'm a firefighter and a
minister of the gospel. What happened to me happened when
I was twelve years old. That was back in nineteen
eighty seven. I lived in a neighborhood in Ocean Springs, Mississippi.
The neighborhood was not huge, but not small either. However,
every bit of it was surrounded by woods, There were
also bayous not too far away that we would sneak
away and fish in. And we knew most of the
woods around there like the back of our hands. We
had b begun wars and pine cone wars and bottle
rocket wars, and we camped out and we built forts,
and you get the picture. We loved the woods and
we played and we played hard, except there was this
one section of woods when you first entered the neighborhood
that we just never felt comfortable in. We call those
woods the creepy woods. When you entered the neighborhood, they
were on the left hand side. I remember my friend's
dad took us back there mudding in the back of
his pickup truck, and they seemed like they went on forever.
In reality, I believe if you followed them far enough,
it would drop into a huge subdivision several miles away.
We could never put our finger on it. We just
didn't like going back there again. It was just creepy.
Thinking back, there was a gravel road that us kids
used to take to the old country store a couple
of miles away. We were able to avoid the busy
main road to get there, and that gravel road covered
a section of those creepy woods. It was just close
enough to the main road where you could hear the traffic,
so it didn't seem quite as creepy. My dad used
to send me to that old country store to get
his newspaper every Saturday and Sunday morning. I guess that
walk was between one and two miles. There were so
many times that I would take that walk and feel
like I was being watched, and I would stop walking
and I would listen, because even though I was walking
on the gravel, I swore I could hear leaves crunching,
like something was keeping pace with me. Many times I
was with my friends and we would all get the
same sensation. Somebody would tell everyone to stop and be quiet,
and we would just listen. It was eerie, but we
almost always chalked it up to us being scared of
the creepy woods. One night, my dad was driving me
home from a little league baseball game. He was president
of the league, so we almost always got home late.
As he took a right into our neighborhood, the creepy
woods were on the left. We went in one hundred
yards and then took another right. There was a field
that we played baseball and football on right across from
those woods. As he took that right, our headlights shined
into the field and that's when we saw it. The
lights caught glowing amber colored eyes and a shadow of
something that was absolutely huge. We both saw it for
a split second and we passed it. It was so
quick that neither of us could get any great detail.
Dad let out, oh, what the heck was that and
slammed on the brakes and he threw the truck in reverse,
and then it was gone. We sat there for a
minute or two and discussed what we had thought we'd seen,
and after a short discussion, we determined that we both
saw it, so we knew we were not making it up.
We told my mom and sister when we got home,
and they thought we were trying to scare them. Well,
we went out the next day and we walked around
the field where we saw it, and there was a
lone pine tree on that end of the field, twenty
five feet from where we had seen the shadow. At
a best guess, we determined this creature was at least
eight feet tall. Now I remember the ground was dry,
so we never found any tracks, and over the next week,
we had to quit talking about it and we got
back to our daily routine a few weeks later. I
remember this it was the same summer because we moved
away shortly after. My buddy and I were walking to
his house. It was just after dark and we were
going to see if we could stay the night. We
had to walk by the field. My dad and I
saw this creature in and honestly I hadn't thought much
more about it, but as we walked by, I got
another uneasy feeling that we were being watched. I did
the best I could to ignore it. I didn't mention
anything to him because I didn't want him to think
I was crazy or scared. We got to his house
and his parents would not let us stay the night,
so I was stuck walking back home by myself. As
I once again approached the field, this time it was
on my right, there were two ways that I could
go home. I could either cut through the woods to
the left, which shortened up my trip quite a bit,
or I could go straight and take the road, which
I added several minutes. I was going to take the woods.
I'd done it a hundred times, and as I was
about to take the turn, into the woods. The hair
on the back of my neck stood straight up, and
my heart started racing, and I literally became fearful. Something
on the inside of me screamed, do not go that way,
and I listened to that voice, and I took off,
running as fast as I could down the gravel road.
I ran all the way home with tears streaming down
my face, and I never looked aback. I think I
broke a world record that night. I opened the door
and went straight to my room, and I never discussed
it with anyone. I've never had that kind of fear
come over me before, and I've never had it since.
But after listening to so many encounters, there's no doubt
in my mind what was out there. Again, I never
talked to any of my friends about it, and only
recently I'm forty four years old now did I ask
my dad if he remembered that huge creature we saw
in the field that night. He had not thought about
it until I mentioned it, he said, And I told
him what I thought it was, and he didn't disagree
with me. That is what I believe to be my encounter.
It may not be as exciting as some that I've
heard but I will always remember the fear that I
felt that lone night. I will always remember those amber
colored eyes in that dark shadow that stood in the field.