October 28th, 1975, almost 51 years to
the day. It's 2:30 in the morning, and
David Stevens and his friend Glenn Gray
are out for a joy ride in Oxford, Maine.
They're headed down to a lake called
Thompson Lake
when all of a sudden,
they describe something commandeering
the steering wheel, like something took
control of the car. The dials start
going crazy. The car even turns off into
a secluded road where all of a sudden
they're face to face with a giant
cigar-like object staring right at them.
The bright lights are blinding them.
There's two spotlights that begin
chasing them. They turn around and hit
the gas.
So, these lights start following this
car. The boys are driving as fast as
they can when they realize it is
immediately over their head. And this
giant beam of light flashes down on the
car.
The car skids for about 15 ft and both
of them black out.
Next thing they know, the boys are
parked in front of a giant pond, much
like this one here, except the craft is
still overhead.
Underneath the craft are two discs
flying up and down into the water and
back out again. This goes on for about
20 minutes. [music] The car won't start.
And then in the blink of an eye,
all the crafts shoot up into space.
It's now 7:00 in the morning. The boys
are on their way home.
So, the boys ended up making a pact not
to tell anybody. body. We keep this to
ourselves. Except they started getting
these random wild terrible symptoms like
their hands and feet started swelling.
Uh they started slurring their speech.
They couldn't walk straight. They had
fever chills. And the mom was getting
quite worried. So they actually
contacted the deputy sheriff, Elden
Bartlett, who when he showed up, you
know, his report said that the boys were
definitely terrified of something. Word
got around town and eventually this got
back to UFO researcher Brent Reigns. Now
Brent Reigns shows up. He talks to the
boys, talks to the mother, and they
agree to
take him out for a spin and try to
retrace their steps. The problem is the
kids wouldn't get out of the car. They
were too afraid. So the boys are still
scared. They're having flashbacks.
Poltergeist activity is happening in and
around the house. Super high strangess
ensues.
And to top it off, they get a visit from
a man in blue, not a man in black this
time. This is a guy with a crew cut,
probably Navy or Army intelligence. And
he shows up, knocks at the door, and
tells David Stevens, "If you know what's
good for you, you better keep your mouth
shut." And that scares the living
daylights out of both these boys,
specifically Glenn Gray, who never ends
up talking again. He refuses to be
regressed. He refuses to give more
information. He just kind of wants this
all to fade away. Well, then Shirley
Fett is hot on the trail because this
story makes rounds in town specifically
and she's a UFO researcher in Maine.
Well, she shows up and decides, hey,
maybe the key here is the missing time.
Let's try to regress these boys or at
least David Stevens to see if we can
glean a little bit more information or
find out, you know, what happened. And
so they enlist the help of Dr. Herbert
Hopkins. This is our main protagonist of
this evening's tale. Well, Dr. Hopkins
was a physician and he's done he's got
about half a decade of experience doing
regressive hypnotherapy, but he's never
done it on a UFO subject before. And so,
this is a first for him. David ends up
agreeing to the hypnotherapy and they
end up doing about seven sessions
together. And the sessions would go just
as any classic gray abduction session
goes.
David remembers looking down out of the
window of a craft, seeing his car parked
sideways in the middle of the road when
all of a sudden from behind him, a tiny
being emerges.
Classic gray in the brain talk. Do not
fear. Uh we're not here to harm you.
yada yada yada. He parked the car for
one second.
So, he describes the gray as having this
mushroom-shaped head, these large eyes,
tiny nostrils, pale white skin, wearing
what looks like a bed sheet, and the
gray then asks him to follow him into
another room. Now they get to this other
room and David is faced with this what
looks like an operating table, this
giant room, this slab in the middle and
four similar looking beings standing
around. Now they tell him to get
undressed and they start helping him get
undressed and he freaks out and starts
throwing punches and he says he he even
punched one. Now here's the interesting
part about this whole story. This
happens on October 28th, which is
exactly in 1975, exactly one week before
the abduction of Travis Walton. So, I
don't know if this is related, but I'd
like to somehow think that they picked
up two humans and both of these humans
were like trying to punch the crap out
of these aliens. Um, whether or not it's
related, I just think it's really
interesting that it happened right
before this other case. And, you know,
we have a similar type environment.
Anyways, I digress.
He eventually agrees. He gets on the
bed. They
perform all sorts of experiments on him,
taking fingernail samples, clothing
samples, blood samples, hair samples,
after which they tell him to get
dressed. He does this by himself and
then the memory fades and he's back in
his car. But you see, the story doesn't
stop here because Dr. Herbert Hopkins,
the physician who did the regressive
hypnotherapy, about one year later gets
a very strange phone call from what
eventually [music] turns out to be
a man in black.
I'll be right back.
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Area 52 in Vessie presents Tales from
the Inner Space.
The man in black.
Good evening, friends.
This is your host of the tales from the
inner space, inviting you in through the
creaking door. Come on in and join me,
won't you?
[screaming]
And don't pay any attention to those
screams you hear.
Those are just mimics who are a little
lonely this time of year.
Allow me to introduce you to tonight's
story. It's about a physician. He's been
helping a young man recover his memories
of a strange encounter.
An encounter not of this earth.
One evening, the doctor receives a phone
call. A man says he represents a UFO
research group in New Jersey. He'd like
to come by and discuss the case.
And before he could even put the
receiver down,
the man is already at the door.
[cheering]
Shall we let him in?
It started out
one night when I was alone here
and I'm practically never off.
My wife goes out, it's maybe for
10 minutes or half an hour to go to the
store or something like that, you know,
and back shortly. There's always
somebody around.
But that night,
September 11th, 1976,
the time was 8:00 p.m. Saturday,
on that evening,
uh they decided to go to a movie, a
drive-in movie. She said something they
wanted to see. And no wonder if I would
mind if they went to the movie. I said,
"No, go ahead. I've got plenty of things
to do." So a wife, my son,
and my son's wife went to the movie
and I was alone for extended period of
time.
For the first time virtually ever, you
might say never happened. So did happen
just a short while ago. They went to a
movie and I don't go to movies. I sit
there and I watch a picture and I I
could be better using my gray matter
absorbing something of factual interest
that I can utilize. I I ne I read
tremendously but never fetch. Absolutely
never. It has to be factual and it has
to be something I can make use of.
Never read about an MIB. Never heard of
an MIB. Uh, I've surely heard of UFOs,
flying sauces and whatnot, but who
hasn't? But whenever I, as I mentioned
before, whenever I run across an article
in a paper magazine book or whatever, if
it the article is about UFOs, I
characteristically skip the article
because it's neither proven or
disproven. At least as of that time, it
wasn't to me at any rate. So I would
just skip the thing, let it go because
there's other factual stuff that I
wanted, you know, that that is now used
just to add to my knowledge. And while
they were out the phone rang
and I answered
man's voice on the other end
and uh he said he identified himself
if I remember correctly as a UFO
research organization. That's that's
what he told me he was a vice president
of it. Yeah.
And I understand but from Dr. Schwas
that this has been checked out and there
is no such organization. It's purely
fictitious
and he wanted to know if he could come
here and talk to me about the Stevens
case and well I thought the man was had
credentials perhaps and so forth and
strange I didn't ask his name. This was
not characteristic of me. Remember I
asked you double checked on your name
after you had told me that it's later on
and I always do this because I like to
know who I am talking to and what it's
all about. I didn't ask for your
credentials tonight because I know Betty
otherwise I I would have and u
he asked me if I was alone and I said
yes I am and I agreed to talk to him and
uh it's not characteristic of me to do
this unless a person
either I know them or they can identify
them or they're with somebody that I do
know.
>> Okay. And I do have to be somewhat
defensive because I do have drugs on the
premises. I have to be a little bit
careful
and uh not to be overguarded, not to be
foolish about it. I don't want to be
paranoid, of course.
And uh so the man hung up, said he would
be right up here.
So, I walked from the phone in the
hallway to this door right here,
turned on the lights,
and the man was already coming up the
steps.
Now,
if he was even as close as across the
street telephone or next door telephone,
he could have not possibly have gotten
here as soon as I did to turn on the
light for him. So,
I didn't ask who he was. I just opened
the door and said, "Come in." You know
what I mean? That's not characteristic
of me either. I don't I don't know what
was the matter with me that night to be
so lax, so open.
So the man came in
and uh he asked if he could sit down. I
said, "Yes." So we sat right there.
Well, Betty, you're sitting now. And I
sat where you're sitting. And the man
man's attire struck me. I was a little
odd.
He wore a black suit, neatly tailored
black suit,
black shoes, black socks.
Uh
he had a black tie. He wore a derby and
you don't see derbies very often these
days. Black derby and it was just as
round and polished as could be.
And I thought to myself without saying
so I says this guy looks just like an
undertaker. [laughter] I had that
appearance about it. And when he sat
down he removed disturb
and
I thought this character's as bald as an
egg. And indeed he Wall he didn't even
have eyebrows or eyelashes.
Smooth skin. It looked like plastic,
like a soft plastic skin, like a doll
perhaps, you know, except that it was a
dead white color, just plain white. His
nose was very small.
>> Yeah.
>> And short. It came down to about the
average distance above the upper lip,
but the bridge was low.
>> Very low.
Just a little pugnose. and his ears were
small, set low and set rather far back.
His features didn't didn't have the
normal balance. His lips were ruby red,
brilliant red, which I thought was odd.
I wondered about it
and uh we talked. he want to know about
the Stevens case and
I asked him what he wanted to know about
it and he questioned me a little bit and
everything I said to him he said yes he
says that's the way I understand it
weren't remarkable
uh they weren't round they weren't
slitlike
unremarkable except for the lack of the
distinguishing eyebrows and the
eyelashes that's the only
From where I was sitting, I really
couldn't tell the color of his eyes,
but uh they did they certainly appeared
to have a an iris and pupil. They
weren't just like white, you know, but
uh it wasn't observant enough to see the
color except that they were sort of
darkish.
It might have been brown or dark blue or
green. I don't know. was a dark color to
the eye. And of course, I couldn't see
the size of the pupil either for that
same reason because one would blend into
the other at that distance. And the
lights weren't on very bright. Anyhow, I
had these other lights on. Still very
fluorescent lights.
And I noticed
when he sat down, well, when he was
standing in the first place,
he had the appearance of a clothing
store dummy. His suit looked like it had
just been put on and never had been
worn, you know, or even walked in for
that matter.
And not a not a wrinkle, absolutely
flawless.
Nice sharp creasing of the pants.
And the odd thing was
that when he sat down,
the crease in his pants did not
disappear.
Uh the pant legs did not seem to be
filled out.
They bent at the knee, but there was no
drawing or pulling as you would normally
occur when you sit down. So the crease
stood right up over the knee. And that's
that really struck me.
the the super perfection of this man's
attire, even after he sat down, you
know, it was still absolutely perfect,
just to that razor crease.
As I talked along, he merely confirmed
that everything was as he understood it.
I wondered really why he was even
asking me these things because
there was no contradiction, no
questioning, nothing. It was just
everything as he understood it. The only
talking he did to amount to anything was
to say as much as well, what happened
next? That that was about it. He didn't
lead me on or ask me a lot of questions
or anything like that. He just wanted to
hear the story. And he kept the story
going by asking things like that and
then what or what happened next, you
know, or what did he say after that, you
know, little things like this just to
keep the thing flowing, you know, but
not in a sense directed questioning, but
more or less to keep the conversation
going. So he other than that he's he
didn't speak. That's all except to say
that he understood it.
He spoke in an expressionless monotone
scanning speech. This was the only thing
and this was the way I recognized his
voice as being the one on the telephone.
It was characteristic.
He spoke flawless English. Absolutely
textbook English.
No accent.
He constructed no phrases and no
sentences just a sequence of words
evenly spaced.
You see scanning speeches they call this
and his voice was completely neuterant
passive
no inflection no inonation
nothing you know just like you'd get it
from a a machine that could talk. That's
about it. Well, he was asking me to
continue.
Uh, I noticed that he wore gloves. It
looked like gray suede gloves
and he idly brushed his lips with the
back of the glove.
And when he put his hand down,
the back of his glove was bright red and
with the red on his mouth was smeared.
And I said to myself, "This guy is some
kind of a queer. He's wearing lipstick."
[laughter]
Then I could see that his mouth was a
perfectly straight slit.
Apparently did not have what we call
lips.
So the lipstick was put on as a decoy,
but it was most poorly. The lips did not
turn up, turn down. They did not smile.
They did not form an oval. They just
simply flat
like a dummy. Charlie McCarthy.
Exactly. Just like that.
I didn't see any teeth, by the way. And
his head seemed to blend into his
collar. He had a receding chin. He did
not move his head at any time. He didn't
turn his head. He did not nod. It was
perfectly immobile.
cuz he didn't move his head, as I said,
in any way at all except when his entire
body moved.
This guy's a pretty good coin magician.
Uh, he told me that I had two coins in
my left pocket. He didn't ask me. He
just said, "As a matter of fact, you
have two coins in your left pocket."
This I happen to know to be a fact
because I just paid the paper boy and I
had a dime and a penny in my my pocket.
So the man was right without me
checking. I knew this.
Anything else was in my wallet and was
in bills.
So
I admitted that I did have two coins.
And he told me to take one of the coins
out of my pocket and hold it in my hand.
I put my hand in my pocket and I took
the larger of the two coins which was
the penny and it was a bright new copper
penny. So I held it up like that in my
fingers and he says, "No, flat in the
palm of your hand."
And so I held my hand out like that and
put the penny in the palm of my hand. My
hand extendeth
and I looked at him. I looked at the
coin.
He says, "Don't look at me. Watch the
coin."
So I did.
And it started to develop a silvery
color instead of a coppery color. And
then the silver became bluish. Then I
had trouble focusing on it. I could
focus on my hand perfectly well. That
was my reference point to this. But the
coin was getting quite fuzzy, quite out
of focus, quite blurred.
And then the coin just simply
was gone. Not abruptly.
It just slowly dematerialized. Just
wasn't there anymore. I didn't feel
anything. I didn't smell anything. I
didn't hear anything.
It was completely without event of any
kind. The coin just simply
changed. That's all changed in color.
First of all, appeared to be silver and
then became bluish and then got all out
of focus. It didn't glow. It was not a
glowing thing. It was just a sort of a
fuzzy ball
in the end. It was no longer a flat
fuzzy disc. It was just round all over.
I was just too fascinated with what was
going on to think of looking at him. And
I think under ordinary circumstances, I
would have scrutinized him while this
was happening, you know, by glancing or
whatnot. But I was spell bound at this
phenomena. And I knew this was happening
in my hand
because I could feel the weight of the
penny going away.
So I I didn't even look at the man. I
don't know what he was doing. I
if he was doing anything, I think I
might have heard it except for what I
saw happened. You know, I don't think he
did any hocus pocus or moved his hands
and he didn't say any magic words or
anything like that. Just occurred in
complete silence.
and he asked me that if I had
if I knew Bonnie Hill and Betty Hill. I
said, "Well, I said I've heard of them.
I know of them. Uh I don't know anything
about them, though. Really?"
I said, "Except I think that Bonnie Hill
is dead."
And he says, "That's right."
And he says, "Uh, do you know what he
died from?"
I said, "Well,
I'm not sure, but I understand he died
suddenly, so I think he might have died
of a heart attack." I later found out
that this was not quite accurate.
And he says that is not exactly the
case.
The reason he died was because he knew
too much. How he died, I said heart
attack. He said, "No, because he did not
have a heart. just as you no longer have
a coin.
And
>> we'll be right back with the conclusion
of the man in black. But first, a word
from the wonderful people at
>> Mercy.
>> Happy Halloween to you, too.
That's got to be
one of the most frightening and
terrifying accounts of a Men in Black
encounter that I've ever heard. When you
think about it, like you hear about
these stories of the men in black
showing up to someone's house or like
immediately after one of these
experiences occurred somehow traveling
faster than any automobile could take
them, even in this case.
And for some reason when they talk to
witnesses,
the witnesses get absolutely terrified.
Like I mean like the fear of God. And
you hear about this over and over. You
heard about it in the Calvine case. Um
the I think the Rex Heftlin case.
[music] I mean, there's so many cases
where the men in black show up, do
something or say something,
and the witnesses go silent. And I've
always thought, well, it has to be a
threat. It has to just be don't talk or
we'll kill you. Kind of like when the
guy with the buzzcut showed up to David
Stevens house and just flat out
threatened them like, "Hey, if you know
what's good for you, you don't say
anything."
But here we finally have
part of the mystery solved. Like I mean,
if this is the case, I'm trying to
imagine seeing something like that
happen before me. And as a magician, I
can vanish a coin. Just can't do it that
cleanly.
and seeing that
alongside this mechanical wax figure of
a person
delivering these lines in this creepy
way and then saying like he had no heart
just like you have no coin. I mean that
would have just absolutely sent me over
the edge and I too think I would have
maybe destroyed all the evidence after
that. Just [music] truly terrifying.
But I do find it interesting.
Betty Hill is sitting [music] next to
Dr. Hopkins at this very moment as he
tells her this story. And we know
historically
that Barney Hill died of a supposed
brain hemorrhage or a stroke. This
happened at the age of I think he was
46. It was 1969.
They were outside by the pool when all
of a sudden Barney Hill had a sharp pain
in the back of his neck. Interesting
[music] spot to have a sharp pain, by
the way. But this was documented by
Kathleen Martin [music]
in her book. And the only thing is that
there was never an autopsy done
afterwards.
So whether or not he actually didn't
have a heart is indeterminable,
but the doctors did say he died of a
stroke. So, I don't know exactly what to
make of this. Is this simply an empty
threat by some robotic magician,
or is he telling the truth?
>> And now, the conclusion of the man in
black.
This is pretty convincing evidence to me
that uh these things can be done. I saw
it with my own my own eyes. It's not a
secondhand thing that I might have read
someplace.
He said he died because he had no heart.
See? Oh, wasn't autopsy performed.
>> No. A spinal cap was performed when
Bonnie was in a coma.
>> Yeah. But no autopsy.
>> No, but he died in the hospital. That
might have been very revealing if he
died under suspicious circumstances, you
know. Uh well, all right, that would be
another matter. This could have been
very interesting.
Uh he he then told me,
or rather I should say he stated that I
had tape recordings on the Stevens case
on the hypnosis and on the details and
so forth.
And uh I was a little bit frightened
after this coin thing happened. I was
getting a little uneasy. Then he said I
had tape recordings. He never he didn't
ask me. He didn't tell me. He just just
said it. You know what I mean?
So it wasn't an order or anything else.
And then he told me
uh that when I admitted it was true and
also correspondence related to the case.
I admitted this was true. He ought me to
destroy the tapes and any other
correspondence
and indeed anything I had in writing or
otherwise that had anything to do with
UFOs.
Even not, it's not connected with this
case at all. Anything. Get rid of it.
Not the least bit indignant, not the
least bit angry. He just said, "Do it.
That's all."
And uh he said that uh he would know
when I had done so.
And also [clears throat]
he did leave a threat. If I didn't do
so, I would suffer the same fate as
Bonnie Hill. He did not say he would
come back or anything. He just But he
did say that he would know when I had
done
that. Gotten rid of the tapes. He didn't
say as he had ordered.
It was put in an inhuman machine way. If
you see what I mean, you know, if I can
get this across.
Then as he spoke his last words, I
noticed this his speech was slowing
down. Slowing down marketkedly, but not
slowing down as a photograph would. With
a change in pitch, his words became
slower and farther spaced but rem
retained the same tonality.
You see
a slowly got to his feet unsteadily.
And he said very slowly, "My
my energy is running low. Must go now."
Goodbye.
Just like that. No intonation,
uh, no phrasing, no implied punctuation
or anything. Just just like that.
He walked a few steps to the door. I
never got his name.
Boy, I don't know. I must have been
absent of my senses that night. I opened
the door for him and he clung tightly to
the railing. And uh as he went down the
steps, one foot at a time, one foot
down, the other foot followed to the
same step. He didn't go from step to
step. It took one step at a time with
both feet on the step. It was very unst.
And I was afraid that he might fall. And
I watched him. He very slowly walked to
the corner of the building here. Not the
way he had come in,
but towards that way. I watched him walk
and he went to the corner of the
building and he held on to the corner of
the building for a moment
and then he disappeared around the
corner.
Well, [clears throat]
as he was going out, I saw a
bright light
>> coming in the driveway.
It seemed simultaneously as he
disappeared around the corner. I first
became aware of the light, you know, and
I thought he was going to a car. I
thought, well, must be automobile
headlights car parked in the driveway.
But
it was different. The light was brighter
and it was bluish white. It was not like
incandescent light
and it it was a cold light and it was it
was brilliant.
Now, I did notice one thing. I didn't
see a shadow as he w I suppose he was
walking towards a light and I suppose he
would cast a shadow and I
reasonably and firmly believe that if he
was in the beam he would have cast a
shadow because he was a material
substance. No question about that. So, I
rushed to the kitchen window, which is
right along the driveway, because I
wanted to see if he was getting in a car
and or if he would fall or anything.
And I didn't see anything.
I didn't see any light and I didn't see
any man.
So, I rushed out to the to the front
porch and that's the only way to get out
of the driveway because there's a large
hedge on one side and the house on the
other side. You can't get through the
heads.
So,
I waited there for
very few minutes. Nothing came out of
the driveway. So, I went off the porch,
went to the entrance of the driveway,
looked up the driveway,
nothing there.
nothing. Whatever. I didn't see
anything. Uh, cars went by, but I didn't
see any car going out
and I didn't see anything in the
driveway. So, I wondered if maybe it had
gone through. Uh, you could drive
through this driveway and around back of
the other house and come out another
driveway. It's sort of a horseshoe
shaped driveway. It serves three houses.
So, I didn't know what to make of it.
I didn't think to look up.
It just didn't occur to me. If I had
looked up, I might have seen something
or I might not have. I don't know if you
know. I was very much shaken. I was
really shaken badly. Left all the lights
on.
I'm not a little boy who was afraid of
the dark, but I wanted to know who was
around me.
So, I had the outside lights on. my
other kitchen on.
The interview only took a matter of
minutes.
I can't tell how many because I didn't
seem to have much of a sense of time,
but maybe 20.
There was no older than the man or any
son.
And uh
Oh, yes. When he came to the house, the
dog, which is
half Collie and half German Shepherd,
he whined and he ran into the front room
into a closet and hid.
The cat was unmoved.
The cat just way there, not borrow. But
the dog was terrified and hid. And I had
quite a time getting that dog out of the
closet afterwards. Quite a time. He just
didn't want to come. He was scared. He
was whining. He had urinated. And I had
to drag him out of the closet.
He wouldn't have come out. And I'm
afraid if he was outside, he would have
perhaps never come back.
And the dog is not a scaredy-cat really.
That's a darn good watchdog. I can tell
you I've never seen him scared at all of
anything.
So there you are. Just as an old fear.
And if anybody makes a movement to me or
anything, he's right there.
So I did something irrational.
I took my gun out. I have 38 [music]
special revolver
for self-defense.
I've never had to use it,
but I have had a few scares with junkies
coming into the office and coming to the
house door. And I decided I should have
something here. And after having to call
the police a number of times, the chief
of police advised me to get a gun. and I
was unwilling to do so. I never had a
gun in my life. Never handled a gun
except when I was a kid. I had a beanie
gun, but uh I don't like guns.
But he advised me so strongly to get a
personal weapon that I followed his
advice and got the kind that he
recommended. And he gave me a permit to
carry a concealed weapon the whole
thing. you know,
as he he says as he says to me, he says,
"I know you're not going to shoot
anybody unless you really have to." He
says, "But I'm afraid." He says, "Even
if you have to, you won't." [laughter]
He says, "So, you're safe enough to have
a permit."
I guess he regards me as a fairly stable
person.
And I sat at the kitchen table
terrified
with the gun.
And then I got up, took the gun with me.
And I had the tapes in the organ bench
in the in the music compartment of the
organ bench. And I also had a UFO
magazine there that detailed the Stevens
case. And I had numerous bits of
correspondence on it from Shirley Burch,
you know,
and um
I just I ruined the whole thing. I
demagnetized the tapes and then I
destroyed them physically. I really
wanted to get rid of them. Absolutely.
And I burnt all the literature in the
fire. All correspondence. I got rid of
every damn thing I could.
My two two sons and wife returned from
the drive and move. Both sons came
and uh
came about 1 and 1/2 hours later and I
told him of the experience
and my oldest boy in there now.
He says, "Let's look in the driveway."
And he got a flashlight
and he want to see if there are any
contracts.
And we went out. We found in the very
middle of the driveway a series of marks
that looked like a stall caterpillar
tractor tread,
not indented in the top, but there was
some sand and stuff that had blown on
the driveway and the mocks were in the
sand.
Uh the mocks were about 4 in wide and
continued for only about a foot and a
half. exha
the driveway was not clean. There had
been a storm and there had been a lot of
sand blowing around and everything.
And that's the big thing about living
near a beach show.
And if anything had moved out, if this
whatever had moved out of the driveway,
it would have left a pretty nearly
continuous track.
pretty continuous evidence or would have
shown it had gone the other way. One of
the other, but it didn't. It was just
that. Now, no automobile could possibly
have made them because the driveway was
too narrow for a car to get far enough
so it wheels could be in the middle of
the driveway. And also, they were too
deep and distinct to have been made by a
motorcycle. A rubber tire doesn't make a
track that looks like that. even snow
treads. You know, this looked like it
was an imprint of a metal the cleanedged
metal thing. Now, the marks were gone
the next day and the driveway had not
been used in the meantime.
>> The tracks were gone and there was not
any high wind or anything through the
night. It was very calm all night
and no traffic in the driveway.
So we went back into the house and uh
everything had been destroyed and
everything
and uh
I called Shirley Picket
and asked her to contact a national
inquirer who had a story on this and to
tell them not to publish anything
[music] on the Stevens case that I would
not endorse it. I wanted this stopped
right then and there. And I really hated
to spoil those tanks. They weren't
hurting anybody.
I was terrified, but I slept well that
night.
A week later, I had recurrent
nightmares. It would take to see this
people's face getting thicker and closer
over and over again. They stopped about
a week and they have not recurred.
But since then, I'd had an awful lot of
trouble with the telephone. And I just
about drove the telephone company crazy
with my complaints. [music]
I had trouble with the phone going dead,
not being able to call out.
Patients would complain to me that they
couldn't reach me. There wasn't I
answering the phone anymore.
And uh time and time again they would
get a voice telling them that the number
they had dialed was no longer in
service. Well, that's a standard tape
that the telephone company does use, you
know. And uh I assure them the phone was
in service, never has been out of
service, never will be out of service as
I'm alive.
And I says I had to tell these people
that anytime you have trouble, try to
reach me. call the operator and have the
operator get the call through. Just tell
them it's a medical matter and get the
call through. And they have been
successful except in several instances
the operator could not get through
either and could not explain why she
could not get through. The big question.
There's no telephone that's as close to
my back door
[laughter]
that he could be there
when I turn the light on.
I don't have enough knowledge to face it
inclusion. The only thing I know is what
he said
and that is about the coin.
He referred to the coin
being no longer on this plane.
Not planet not place plane. He says the
coin is no longer in this plane.
Scientists have theorized for years on
alternate dimensions
as to what I think the this man was or
where I think he would have come from
[clears throat] his statement about a
different plane to the coin.
I must go along
with what many others think that there
are other dimensions and the man I think
undoubtedly came from another dimension.
I don't think he's an invader or
anything like that.
And I think they're just nosing around.
I don't think they intend to hurt
anybody. And certainly as far as the
known record goes, I have not heard
anybody so far except question in my
mind for one thing by Hill. That has
bothered me no end.
When we come home, he was all shaken up
and he had his gun on the table and I
had never seen him like that. Never. He
was all white and all shaken up and then
he started to tell us the story
and he didn't want to have anything to
do with UFO.
He destroyed everything he had on it
because he was told to
or else he would join Barney.
That's what he told him.
You know, he didn't know what would
happen to him. We'll always remember
coming home and seeing the gun on the
table. He was that scared.
[music]
>> [music]
>> Up and down the big tall trees.
Living [music]
life besides these [singing]
memories.
Fast living surfing. [music]
Best [singing] living survey.
Time for [music and singing]
nothing. Always smiling. That's
[singing] good timing. Nothing [music]
can go wrong.
[music]
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>> [music]
>> Can I help you?
>> You have two coins in your pocket.
>> Roger.
We [music] got a walkie-talkie.
>> [music]
>> I'm going to bring pizza and beer.
[music]
[singing]
>> Sometimes you're [music] just like, is
this even going to work?
Are people going to tune in
>> to me playing the radio?
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