a reply to: PlanetXisHERE
My mom passed away Easter weekend this year (before anyone offers condolences, we were not
close...) and my twin brother who was killed when
T-boned by a state trooper going 95mph was preceded in death by our dad just the year before. That leaves just me and a sister (& B-I-L) that I
divorced a little over two years ago.
My point is that I've said in several forums other than ATS that I had made the commitment to myself that I'd not be sharing any family experiences
that might get traced back until after my mother had passed away. She had a dread fear of being ridiculed because of what we'd seen a neighbor go
through. The Englebrecht family farm was line of sight from our front yard. Looking NW across a fairly large field, their farm was easily visible.
I'd guess 3/4 mile.
A few nights after Charlie's sighting three local girls also had a late night sighting but somehow they managed to avoid any notoriety in spite of the
fact that the Project Bluebook and NICAP in investigators deemed them all credible and did lengthy interviews with each. Charlie wasn't that
fortunate... I don't know how many people were involved with the visit from NICAP, but I know Bluebook had three men that spent at least two days
taking samples and pictures as well as making Charlie a nervous wreck with multiple interviews that his dad described as more like interrogations.
The most ridiculous part of it was that, although they took grass and soil samples from where the object (about the size of a basketball or small
beach-ball) skipped across the yard and remarked within earshot of a couple of Charlie's family that the lawnmower that he'd reported rolling toward
the object before it shot off at great speed had some metal parts that had been mildly magnetized, the suggested explanation offered later was that
he'd mistaken a piece of drifting paper that had blown into the yard from someone's trash barrel.
Although he was just a regular teenage guy, our town was merciless in their ridicule and he joined the service and went to Vietnam at his first
Mom was scared to death of living through something like that. The scorn, not the experience. Our family'd had plenty of that long before the
The same week that Charlie had that thing come down in their barnyard we had an interesting experience of our own. As a small family farm in the '60s
there just wasn't enough cash flow to cover everything so dad had taken a job at a major industrial plant near Evansville working nights to make ends
meet. My sister was little enough that she wouldn't remember this, anyway, but I sure do.
Our yard had trees along the North and West sides to the front and left. Back then the only tree out back was a large black walnut and some snowball
bushes and the family garden (plus about nine acres of corn).
If I had to estimate, I'd say it was probably around 9 - 9:30pm because I was done with my homework and bath but hadn't gone to bed yet. We'd been
watching TV and suddenly there was this sound that is really hard to explain. I'm not saying this is EXACTLY
right, but I think it might
convey the impression the sound made. Picture a huge water balloon, one so big that there would be no way in H*ll that you could drop it on a hard
surface without it bursting and water going everywhere. Now picture dropping that 50 to 100 feet onto smooth concrete without it busting... I'm not
saying it hit the house, but the noise it made wasn't even in the same ballpark as a sonic boom. It was something I never heard before or since...
Immediately the lights started to flicker like they do just before a brownout and mom yelled into the living room from the kitchen (they were
connected by a door) to shut the lights and TV off. The entire house was vibrating at a crazy low frequency. Anyone that's stood on the arena floor
of a Ted Nugent concert during his heyday has an idea of what I mean. It wasn't just your head, this was something that felt like it was physically
thumping your chest.
We all ran into the kitchen and looked at the trees out front and the entire yard was lit with a dull red glow and the leaves on the trees were
vibrating even though it was a hot, still night.
I got the same idea about the time mom did and we felt our way through the living room and hall toward the back (South) of the house. Mom was
standing frozen in place at the bathroom window so I felt my way into our bedroom for a better look. It was the same out back. Everything had that
weird glow and was doing that strange shaking.
That noise was downright physically oppressive. If you had to go through that for very long you'd probably lose it... My brother came into the room
and we both sat on our beds with our hands over our ears for an indeterminate time just praying for it to quit.
Suddenly there was a tremendously loud snap and it was over. I saw the wall in the hall glowing from the nightlight in the bathroom and knew that
whatever it was had gone.
Mom was almost hysterical in trying to make sure she got through to us to NEVER
tell anyone what had just happened!!! There are
only just so many ways to say, "Okay!"
I never asked my brother if he'd told his wife, but other than my wife and kids this is the first time I've ever shared this with anyone.
Am I the only one that has a hard time proofreading in the small message window? I hate doing all the extra edits, but they aren't nearly as obvious
as they are once you hit reply...
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