To all who post herein:
After keeping these accounts to myself for a number of years, I feel I must share with the rest of you, whose opinions I most definitely value. I
have no pictures or video. Only honest, from the heart, testimony that I would like to get off my chest. I know, the skeptics will have their say,
but if you aren't up to reading and are only here to mock, you should just stop now.
My old Art teacher defined this term well...here it is in my own words...
Constructive criticism - Criticism intended to build one up rather than tear down. Constructive, as in to construct, not destruct. Criticism IS a
necessity, yet it doesn't have to negative or rude. Positive criticism, in other words. I'm not sure that's even possible, but can we try it?
I feel as though I need to give a little information about myself and the location, since this subject is kind of personal (to me anyways) and I want
it to be as clear as possible. It may help you understand and see what I'm describing. I've also included some simple drawings with the same in
mind. I, unfortunately, have no pictures or video. Sorry. If their is a next time, I am prepared.
All of this is really unbelievable. I know. Some of the things I describe are going to sound outlandish and made up. I assure you I'm not making a
word of this up. It is my account, as best as it can be explained by an former farm boy. You don't have to believe it, or read it for that matter.
Just think about what I'm describing and imagine how you would feel, and what you would do, if it really happened to you. Regardless if you think
I'm making any of it up.
With out further ado...
I always wanted to see a UFO. From the time I was a small boy, maybe five or six, I've been 'into' the whole idea. Not as into it as I am now
but the interest was always there. At times it was hard to stay as interested in the subject due to lack of reports, no good way for a young kid to
get the information, a kid can only read so fast and be allowed to visit the library only so many times a week. How pitiful, huh? Anyway, the
point is, for twenty six years I searched the skies, spent every suitable summer night laying on the trampoline searching the stars, and kept my eye
to the sky on a daily basis, and never saw anything unexplainable. Thought I had a few but never turned out to be more than an aircraft from the near
by airbase in Abilene. I didn't ever give up. But the way that all of this played out, I would've never expected. It was so out of the ordinary
and frightening. I don't know why, it just really made me feel as though I had lost control I guess. If I ever had it to begin with.
We moved to the rural town that my wife grew up in, shortly after having our first child. The property, located a mile or so past the city limit
sign, was as 'out in the country' as you could get, still only about a mile and a half to the closest gas station. The school sat rite on the city
limit boundary, and could also be considered 'out in the country". I say that because the area surrounding this Central Texas town is nothing but
peanut fields and small wooded areas. Cattle are also raised in the area and many pastures and fields you drive past have livestock of some kind,
grazing on the coastal hay. We moved in behind my wife's grandmother's house. Our house, a seventies model trailer house, sat the distance of one
and a a half foot ball fields away from the main road that ran in front of the houses. I've included a simple map, obviously obscure in terms of
location, but it will give you the general idea of the land here. It is not mountainous at all, in fact, I don't think many people would classify
some of the "hill" type structures we refer to, as such. So, when you see something in the sky, their is no question that it IS in the sky.
However, this first 'encounter', if you could call it one, does not have to do with any aircraft sighting.
We had lived there about two years. My daughter was two and a half, maybe closer to three. She was talking really well and was able to communicate
most anything to us. We will get to that part in a moment.
One night, while sleeping in the living room as we did from time to time on the weekends, the weirdest thing happened to my wife and me. It was
around two thirty a.m. when a large crash startled me awake. When I opened my eyes my wife already had the lamp beside her turned on and was sitting
straight up in bed. Her eyes were huge and her mouth was just open like she was in disbelief. She asked, "Did you hear all of that?" as she
pointed to an old tin container which lay on the floor, its contents spilled out onto the carpet with the lid laying two feet away. ( I used the tin
to keep my vegetable seeds in. It makes storing them in the fridge easier because it only took up the space of a liter soda bottle. I grew up
working in the garden and now that I'm grown I can't see not growing your own vegetables if you have the room and know how. Thanks Dad!) Any ways
my wife, was freaking out and the tin was on the floor, opened, four feet away from the table top it sat on that night.
By this time I was getting up and noticed the back door, visible through the kitchen and down the hallway, was standing wide open. ( It was an old
house with worn out door knobs and on the back door, if you didn't turn the knob as you pushed it shut, it wouldn't latch. It would only bounce
open, making an ungodly noise that shook and rattle the whole house. FYI as to why is was open after being slammed hard enough to wake me.) So, I
immediately ran down the hall and to the open door. I grabbed the flash light from the shelf in the hall and made my way outside, shinning the light
over the whole backyard. I scanned for the intruder in the back as I ran around to the front. I looked down our long driveway and across the huge
lawn to the neighbors lawn as well. I saw my foot prints were visible in the dew. My foot prints alone. NO others. My wife was waiting on the back
porch when I returned. I searched from the porch in all directions. That was the first real trip up I had, how did 'he' get away with out leaving
footprints in the fresh dew. Its like the intruder must have taken flight right off of the back steps. Anyway, my poor wife was terrified. Mainly
because I had bolted out and left her alone in the house. But in my mind a person had entered our house and when they escaped out the back I wanted to
catch them. I went back in and we started looking at the evidence and my wife recounted exactly what she observed.
We keep it pitch black in our house at night. I can't even stand for the light on the dvd player to be on. I have to throw a sock or a rag over it,
so its nice and dark. So visibility in this case was near zero.
My wife said the tin lid being unscrewed is what woke her up. The lid being unscrewed made that metal on metal grinding sound. She identified the
sound before she even opened her eyes but when she did open them, immediately, the tin and lid dropped, then a chair, fifteen feet into the kitchen
moved or should I say, was jolted, and about twenty five feet away from said chair, the back door slammed. All that occurred, she said, in a matter
of about two seconds. She said she could have counted " One one thousand, two." in the amount of time between the drop and the slam.