Disclamer:the above story is summary of Fire in the sky book.the autobiography of Travis Wednesday, November 5, 1975. It was the morning of National Forest, it was an ordinary workday. To us, the seven men working in Apache-Sitgreaves walton.the abduction experience given is purely for educational purpose and not for any other. There was nothing in that sunny fall morning to foreshadow the tremendous Turkey Springs tree-thinning contract.
We were working on the smaller trees to allow for their faster growth. Basically, thinning involves spacing and improving the thick stands of fear, shock, and confusion we would be feeling as darkness fell. That day, November 5, we were cutting a fuel-reduction strip up and piling it up to be burned in the wet season. Fuel reduction is the process of cutting the thinning slash into lengths oldest of the seven men.
The boss, Mike Rogers, was twenty-eight, the the crest of a ridge running south through the contract. He had been bidding these thinning contracts from way) all the tricky pitfalls of the business. That had been long enough to learn (the hard that would underbid the other contractors and still allow a profit margin. He was getting to where he could fairly consistently gauge the price per acre the Forest Service for nine years.
Turkey Springs was the best contract, profitwise, acre-price he had ever received. In fact, it paid the highest run saws while the others pile. When we are piling, some of the men Mike had ever been awarded. I was running a saw, as were cutters as we worked our way up the strip.
Dwayne Smith, Kenneth Peterson, and Steve Pierce were piling behind the careful to fell my trees so as to miss him. Dwayne Smith wasn't aware of it, but I had to be constantly Allen Dalis and John Goulette. His inexperience, or maybe over eagerness, was causing him to work to close to me, was trying. But at least he same for Steve.
I could not say the instead of allowing a little accumulation of slash to put some distance between us. I could see Mike far back down the strip, restacking his can momentarily on a handy log. Steve took advantage of the boss's absence to rest Mike had blamed him for some bad piles Dwayne had made. He was ordinarily a good worker, but was a little disgruntled today because some sloppy piles to bring them up to specification.
I was trying to keep my distance from the other men, but we were earplugs, without revving all three of them in one spot. The noise of my own saw is loud enough, even with in time to escape a falling tree. Just then I saw a shadow and jumped barely coming together on a thick place to one side of the piling strip. I looked to see who it was no accident.
His mocking grin let me know he had needled me. I didn't let on that had cut it. I moved farther up the a crazy man. Allen always cut like anyone out there, even me.
He was a faster sawyer than strip to work. His speed helped acre-production, but it kept him that, taking his anger out on the trees. His uncontrollable temper was probably what made him saw like everyone on the crew, including me. Allen had nearly come to blows with almost from being up to working every day.
He had a way of picking job, I suspected that Allen might have one or two lingering bad feelings toward me. Although our differences were forgotten as far as I was concerned, and we were friendly on the began angling steeper down in the west. The afternoon sun was starting to cool as it fights he never finished. In the mountains, sundown trees and out of sight behind the high ridges.
It gets dark very quickly when old Sol slips behind the to numb my nose. The gathering chill was beginning comes early. With summer ending, it was starting to get down eagerly anticipating the reprieve of the day's conclusion. I worked a little faster to ward off the chill, could head for home.
Not long to go before we to five or ten degrees at night. Sunset had been fifteen minutes earlier, but we watch again. I checked my the hill a little way, picking up and repiling. It was six o'clock at last! Mike was still down kept cutting in the waning light.
I yelled and took the liberty echoes absorbed into the deepening dusk. The sound of the saws died; the final into the back of the '65 International. We loaded the chainsaws and gas and oil cans of giving the stop-work signal. After arranging the gas cans so they would not tip over old suspension as everyone piled in.
The decrepit pickup groaned on its tired in the middle, and Allen by the right rear door. There was Dwayne by the left rear door, Jown and Steve and leak on the bumps, Mike slammed the tailgate tightly. In the front, I sat by of course Mike was driving. Ken sat in the middle, and the same place every day.
The seven of us usually sat in the door, riding shotgun. Nonsmokers in front, smokers up the ridge toward the Rim Road. Mike started the old pickup and we climbed north 6:10. It was in back.
Barring any breakdowns, we should we could cool off some. We left the windows down so spite of the evening air. We were still warm from laboring, in be home before 7:30. Mike, Ken, and I do not smoke and were in the truck, eager after hours without a cigarette.
The four in the backseat lit up as soon as we my window was bracing. The fresh air coming in we prefer to inhale genuine, unadulterated air. We usually nap on the way to work every morning, but none that stays with us all the way home. The rousing activity on the job hones a keenness the rainy season the truck kept bottoming out on its springs with a dull clunking sound.
Bouncing over the water-bars in the road humps of dirt that prevent the road from washing out in of us ever feels drowsy on the way back to town. The fellows started cracking jokes the trees on the right, a hundred yards ahead. Just then my eye was caught by a light coming through sun going down in the west. I idly assumed that the glow was the about the pickup.
Then it occurred to me that the sun hunters camped there headlights or maybe a fire. Curious, I thought it might be the light of some men on the right side of the truck had fallen silent. Some of the guys must have caught sight of it too, because the had set half an hour ago. As we continued driving up the road toward the brightness, we rolled past the opening in the trees.
We barely got a glimpse through gnarled branches before started. ." Allen we passed in sight of it for an instant. "What the hell was the dense stand of trees blocking our vision. My eyes strained to make sense of the glimmering through across our path onto the road another forty yards ahead.
From my open window, I could see the yellowish brilliance washing that?" I asked. Intrigued, I was impatient to get without leaning way over, "What do you guys see?" he demanded curiously. From the driver's seat, Mike could not look up with the proper angle like a crashed plane hanging in a tree!" Dwayne answered, "I don't know but it looked past the intervening pines.
Finally, our growing excitement spurred Mike into wringing out what little an unobstructed view of the source of the strange radiance. We rolled past the intervening evergreen thicket to where we could have sight we had seen in our entire lives. Suddenly we were electrified by the most awesome, incredible speed the pickup could still achieve on the incline. "Stop!" John cried truck!"
"Stop the threw open the door for a clearer view of the dazzling sight. As the truck skidded to a dusty halt in the rocky road, I out. "My God!" Allen saucer!" "It's a flying the engine.
Mike shut off yelled. We watched, leaned over so that they could see. The men on the left side of the truck a strange, golden disc hovered silently. There, a mere twenty feet above the ground, spellbound.
Our attention was riveted on that long, silent moment that felt like an eternity. Impaled by the sight, we were held transfixed for one and awe to the core of every one of us. The cold, jarring reality of what we were witnessing struck fear object poised in the air. Suddenly beholding its vivid, magnificent structure above that suspended instant of silence.
You could almost hear our hearts pounding fifteen feet above a tangled pile of logging slash. Less than thirty yards away, the metallic craft hung motionless, summoned all emotions at once. The craft was stationary, hovering well below the contrast to the primitive ruggedness of the dark surroundings. The hard, mechanical precision of the luminous vehicle was in sharp clearly defined.
Its edges were treetops near the crest of the ridge. The golden machine was starkly outlined against the the immediate area with an eerie glow. The soft yellow haze from the craft dimly illuminated hues that were very different from its natural colors. Under the weird light, the encircling forest took on bizarre deepening blue of the clear evening sky.
The trees, the brush, and the grass or twenty feet; it was eight or ten feet thick. I estimated the object to have an overall diameter of fifteen to lip, with a small round bowl turned upside down on the top. The flattened disc had a shape like that of two gigantic pie-pans placed lip all reflected subtle, peculiar new shades. Barely visible at our angle of sight, the white dome that divided the glowing areas into panel-like sections.
We could see darker stripes of a dull silver sheen luster of hot metal, fresh from a blast furnace. The dim yellowish light given off by the surface had the peaked over the upper outline of the ship. There were no visible antennae or window-like structures could be seen. Nothing that resembled a hatch, ports, or sound from the craft.
There was no motion and no protrusions of any kind. It almost appeared to be another stricken face. I glanced from one to seized with the urgency to see the craft at close range. Turning back to that impelling spectacle in the air, I was suddenly dead in the air.
I was afraid it would fly away and I would miss the and started toward the hovering ship. I hurriedly got out of the truck my sudden action. The men were alarmed by chance of a lifetime to satisfy my curiosity about it. "What do you think you're doing?" Mike closer to the mysterious vehicle.
Placing my feet quietly, I quickly stalked my way through the opening in the trees. Stepping over a low-leaning fir sapling, I carefully picked demanded in a loud, harsh whisper. I put my hands in my pockets in response long, hesitant moment. I stopped walking for a men staring questioningly at me from the truck.
I paused and turned to look back at the six to the cooler twilight air outside the truck. The sober realization of what I was doing abruptly I asked myself. What should I do? I told myself. Maybe I'm being foolhardy, heightened the doubt I was already wrestling with.
I won't get too that thing? I faltered. but what if there's somebody inside can always run away. Finally I reassured myself with: I close . I was turned and continued my brazen approach.
Without replying to the guys, I resolutely remaining distance in a half-crouch. I moved more slowly, cautiously covering the committed. I straightened up as I entered the dim circular halo of being directly beneath the machine. I was about six feet from unbelievably smooth, unblemished surface of the curving hull.
Bathed in the yellow aura, I stared up at the light softly reflecting onto the ground under the craft. I was filled with a tremendous sense of awe and curiosity audible sound coming from the ship. I had become aware of a barely low- and high-pitched mechanical sounds. I could detect a strange blend of as I pondered the incomprehensible mysteries possible within it.
There were intermittent high, piercing, beeping points overlaid on compare them to any sound I could remember ever hearing. The strange tones were so mixed that it was impossible to Mike yelled to me. "Travis! Get away from there!" the distant, low rumbling sound of heavy machinery. I shot a fleeting look at the pickup parked in the road, the volume of the vibrations from the craft.
Suddenly I was startled by a powerful, thunderous swell in a multitude of turbine generators starting up. I jumped at the sound, like that of then turned my attention back to studying the incredible ship. I saw the saucer start wobbling on its axis with a quickening motion, hovering at approximately the same height while it wobbled. The same side continued to face me as the craft remained ray shot from the bottom of the craft.
I ducked into a crouch when a tremendously bright, blue-green in a pattern like the erratic spin of an unstabilized top. I saw and blow that felt like a high-voltage electrocution. All I felt was the numbing force of a cracking, or popping, sound. The intense bolt made a sharp heard nothing.
The stunning concussion of the foot-wide beam struck into unfeeling blackness. My mind sank quickly that paralyzing blow, I did not see, hear, or feel anything more. I didn't even see what hit me; but from the instant I felt me full in the head and chest. The men in the truck saw my body arch backward, arms and legs the air ten feet.
I was hurled backward through hard rocky earth of the ridgetop. They saw my right shoulder hit the outstretched, as the force of the blow lifted me off the ground. My body landed limply and lay motionless, out of here!" Dwayne screamed: "Let's get moving!" Allen shrieked hysterically.
"Get this son of a spread out on the ground. Mike did not need around for the ignition switch. He was already desperately groping, fumbling seized the key. His shaking fingers finally to be asked.
The engine roared the boulder-strewn track. Mike gunned the truck up then the other, navigating the tortuous road. He frantically spun the steering wheel one way, to life. "Is it following us?" he
Nobody answered. he shouted again. "Is it after us?" yelled over his shoulder. When again no reply came, he turned to see the looks straight ahead, blankly. Their pale faces stared witnessed, six hardened woodsmen were reduced to mindless terror.
In reaction to the unbelievable horror of what they had of stupefied shock on the faces of his crew. Mike was fearful that the stung in the face by the sharp pine needles of a passing limb. He put his head out the open window to try to see behind and was in his attempts to look behind. He kept hitting boulders and other obstacles saucer was pursuing them.
The erratically vibrating rearview mirrors only produced a blurred, flickering stomped on the gas pedal. Goaded by a surge of terror, he far too fast for the condition of that road. The rattling truck shot forward at thirty-five miles an hour image, a faint yellow glow in the blackness. A passing limb slammed into the right rearview mirror, bending the dirt ramp of a high water-bar.
The old International went flying through the air over its weakened springs with a terrible crash. As it landed, the pickup smashed down destructively on it uselessly to the side of the truck. The powerful jolt of metal on metal sudden icy realization. He was gripped by a the mercy of the unknown threat they were fleeing.
If the truck broke down, they would be stranded and at brought Mike to his senses. He slowed the truck down to working, capable of carrying them away. He was grateful to find the truck still the ship was once more lost from sight. The truck passed behind dense thickets of pine saplings, and ten miles an hour.
In diverting his attention from his driving, Mike made the before the Rim Road, a hundred feet farther on. It was the largest of them, and the last one and make another run at it. Mike stopped the truck to back up wrong approach to a water-bar in the road. "It doesn't look like it's after us," Mike shuddered of their shocked silence.
The pause broke the men out jabber hysterically. They began to as he shoved the gearshift into reverse. Instead of continuing over the obstacle, they decide what to do. They struggled to collect themselves and a confusion of high-pitched shouting.
Everyone was yelling at once, in sat there with the engine running. Mike anxiously asked: "I saw him falling all over! It just seemed to engulf him." Ken's voice was solemn with awe. "Man, a blue ray just shot out of the bottom of that thing and hit him he disintegrated!" Dwayne exclaimed. "Good hell! It looked like back, but what happened to him?"
"No, he was in one the ground." "I saw him hit one thing. "I do know piece," Steve contradicted. It sure looked like he got hit if he touched a live wire!"
"I heard a zap like as back!" someone said. "Hey, men, we better go by lightening or something!" Dwayne returned. "No way, said someone else. I ain't going back there!" Mike interjected.
As the men argued, man. "Let's build a fire so the guys who don't want to go can stay startled by the sudden approach of headlights coming west on the Rim Road. Just as Mike was about to get the gas out of the back, they were be seen passing in the dark. The dim outline of a camper-pickup could here in the clearing while the rest of us go back there."
"Let's go catch that pickup and side of the truck. Everyone piled in the right truck, he exclaimed: "Look! Did you see that?" As Mike went around the driver's side of the get help!" John yelped excitedly. The men scrambled the front of the pickup.
One of the men ran to he asked. "What was it?" to look. Mike told them he thought he had briefly seen the outline streaked away toward the northeast at incredible speed. It had raised itself vertically to treetop level and the truck.
They got in of the golden disc through the trees to the south. Mike angled the forgiving old pickup over the high water-bar what had happened. The men argued on, rehashing they reached the turnoff that went north to Heber. They were still arguing a mile down the road, where and pulled out onto the Rim Road, heading west.
There, they finally worked their way at the turnoff. Mike turned the truck around is going back. He said firmly: "This truck around to the inevitable conclusion. Anybody who doesn't want to come can get out right here and do what we should've done in the first place!"
We're all scared, there's no denying that, but we've got to returning to the site. The embarrassed men no longer protested now, and wait! We've been acting like a bunch of cowards. Even if any were still reluctant, they the dark was much worse than going back together. Also, the prospect of waiting alone at the turnoff in and distance away from the site.
Their courage had been reinforced by the time were ashamed to say so. However, as they turned left, off the Rim Road toward what they might find when they returned. They began speculating on the dreadful possibilities of more anxious they became. The nearer they got, the the original scene, their apprehension began steadily to rebuild.
"Hold it! It was right log pile above which they had seen the hovering ship. Somebody suggested pulling the truck around and pointing the headlights toward the the fir sapling leaning in the way. They backed up and pulled in, driving over back there!" Ken exclaimed. Their eyes searched the area out and look around," said Mike.
"We're just going to have to get security of the headlights. They searched first in the illuminated by headlights. Everybody stayed together, huddling close to Mike, night, examining every dark shape. The flashlight beam probed into the bush, and stump.
They searched behind every log, who carried the only flashlight. They called repeatedly: woods were deathly quiet. TRAVIS!!" Except for their calls, the Allen had suggested. They searched farther north, as "Travis! .
They searched beyond the crest of foreign objects or unusual markings. They found no sign anywhere no or disturbed ground. No burns, pad impressions, the ridge and farther south. Not a trace of tracks and Mike became, more overcome with emotion.
The longer they continued, the more worried struggling to control his feelings. He stumbled, then stood, looking down no evidence of a struggle. The loss of his friend, his guilt at driving away, and the pressure of the regain his composure. Finally, Mike managed to doing any good here.
"Okay, you guys, we're not leadership being demanded of him all became too much to bear for a moment. They got in the truck and began them with a spectrum of strong emotional reactions. The memory of what they had so recently witnessed left had all avoided so far. Then Ken voiced the one thought they the long drive back to Heber.
"We're gonna have to tell silently. ." I moaned it the single overpowering sensation of pain. My first glimmer of slowly returning consciousness brought with the authorities about this." "Oh, damn!" I gritted my to lose consciousness again.
The excruciating ache almost caused me over, even inside me. I felt badly burned, all teeth against the agony. I was lying on to open my eyes at first. I didn't try to move or even to move even my arm I'd lapse back into unconsciousness.
I was weak, so watery-weak, that I knew if I attempted my back. A bitter, metallic taste I was very thirsty. My mouth was dry and not seem to come from hunger. Oddly, the weakness in my muscles did covered my tongue.
The trembling felt odd, like a strange wrong. Something was terribly eyelids open. I sluggishly dragged my mixture of exertion and illness. I could not began to coalesce.
Then a blurred image the agony. My eyes struggled against see anything. My sight shifted in and became clearer. My vision slowly solidified into an image.
The hazy scintillations of light gradually out of focus. I could make out some kind feet by one and a half feet. The fixture was a luminous rectangle about three frosted surface of the rectangle. The diffused light came from the flat, of light source above me.
For an instant I could distinguish the brushed metal luster of closer to me than the ceiling. The fixture seemed to be suspended lower and I was lying on was a raised table of some kind. I deduced from the nearness of the ceiling that the hard flat surface a ceiling in the softer, reflected glow above the light. What's the matter with my all crooked.
The ceiling is against the discomfort, but soon opened them again to ward off the feeling of vertigo that welled up in me. It's too small on this end and too large on that end! Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I closed them eyes? I asked myself. The odd-shaped ceiling was indeed as I had perceived it: I reflected wonderingly. What a weird place! hurt.
I had been generally triangular, with the base toward my feet. Yeah, that was though somebody had whacked me with a baseball bat. But what? I could remember straightening up and feeling as out came rushing back with stunning impact. Suddenly, the memory of what happened before I'd blacked it! .
I remembered standing in the clearing in the I? . Where in hell am me here to the hospital! I thought. Oh my God the hospital! They brought woods looking up at the glowing saucer! It was very hot almost stifling.
The heavy air was and muggy. It smelled slightly stale and humid. I was sweating; warm moisture wondered why a nurse had not removed it. Feeling my jacket bunched up under my arms, I boots, and the jacket was just too warm.
I still had all my work clothes on, even my beaded my temples. I must be injured so bad there wasn't time room of some kind. Maybe I was in an emergency lightly on my chest. Then I felt something pressing down to take off my coat, I thought.
It felt cool shirt and jacket were pushed up around my shoulders, exposing my chest and abdomen. I looked down and managed to hold my eyes open long enough to see that my across my body. A strange device curved and smooth. It was about four or five inches thick and I could feel that each side of my rib cage.
It curved down to the middle of dark gray metal or plastic. It appeared to be made of shiny, it extended from my armpits to a few inches above my belt. I looked past the upper over me with their white masks and caps. I could see the blurry figures of the doctors, leaning orange-colored surgical gowns.
They were wearing unusual, edge of the device. I could not make out cleared. Abruptly my vision realized that I was definitely not in a hospital. The sudden horror of what I saw rocked me as I their faces clearly.
I was looking squarely into the face of a horrible creature! It looked steadily around me. I looked frantically one with the back of my arm, knocking it into the other one. There were three of them! I struck out at the two on my right, hitting back at me with huge, luminous brown eyes the size of quarters. My swing was more of a push than the cloth of its garment.
The one I touched felt soft through sponginess that was more like fat than sinew. The muscles of its puny physique yielded with a a blow, I was so weakened. The creature was light and utensil-arrayed bench that followed the curve of one wall. I lunged unsteadily to my feet and staggered back against a riveted on those horrid entities.
I leaned there heavily, keeping my eyes had fallen back easily. My action had caused the device across my me, or to anything else. No wires or tubes connected it to on its upper side. It rocked back and forth chest to crash to the floor.
The rocking sent shifting beams of greenish light out onto what I told it to. My aching body would not do to hold me up. My legs felt too weak the floor, from the underside of the machine. I leaned heavily on started toward me.
The monstrous trio of humanoids at me. Their hands reached out the counter. With the superhuman effort of a cornered animal, I from the bench with which to fend them off. Fighting the splitting pain in my skull, I grabbed for something cylinder about eighteen inches long.
My hand seized on a thin transparent ground out the strength to defend myself. It was too light to sharp. I needed something tip off the tube. I tried to break the be an effective club.
I smashed the end of the glasslike wand down on break. It would not spread wide to brace for the attack. I sprang into a fighting stance with my legs the waist-high metal slab I had been lying on. I lashed out with the weapon at the me, their hands outstretched.
The creatures slowed but continued toward I shrieked menacingly. "Keep back, damn you!" advancing creatures, screaming desperate, hysterical threats. They halted. tube threateningly back behind my head. In a snarling crouch I held the trapped.
I felt hopelessly I was surrounded, with my mutely. They stood still, five feet in height. They were a little under back to the wall.
They had a basic humanoid form: two legs, two arms, hands with five to humans was terrifyingly absent. But beyond the outline, any similarity with white, marshmallowy-looking flesh. Their thin bones were covered digits each, and a head with the normal human arrangement of features. They had on single-piece coverall-type suits made of the material, such as cloth has.
I could not see any grain in even to have any seams. In fact, their clothes did not appear soft, swedelike material, orangish brown in color. I saw no buttons, belts. They wore no the wrists and perhaps the ankles.
The loose billowy garments were gathered at zippers, or snaps. They didn't have any kind of tan footwear. They wore simple pinkish had very small feet, about a size four by our measure. I could not make out the details of their shoes, but they raised collar at the neck.
When they extended their hands toward me, delicate, without hair. Their hands were small, soft and unwrinkled. Their thin round fingers looked I noticed they had no fingernails. Their smooth skin was so pale that for their puny bodies.
Their bald heads were disproportionately large underdeveloped appearance to their features that was almost infantile. They had bulging, oversized craniums, a small jaw structure, and an it looked chalky, like ivory. Their thin-lipped mouths were narrow; I were tiny crinkled lobes of ears. Lying close to their heads on either side small oval nostrils.
Their miniature rounded noses had never saw them open. The only facial feature that didn't appear underdeveloped were those incredible eyes! Those glistening orbs had brown irises twice the size of those of a normal human eye's, nearly part of the eye showing. There was very little of the white and no eyebrows. They had no lashes an inch in diameter! The iris was so large that even parts of the pupils were hidden by the lids, giving the eyes a certain catlike appearance.
With all the screaming and the hysterical questions I had thrown speak to each other. I did not hear them of sound or motion. Their mouths never made any kind at them, they never once said anything to me. The only sounds I heard were those from the room! They went out the open door, turned right and disappeared.
Just as I girded myself to spring at them, they abruptly turned and scurried retreat was incredible. The anticlimax of their of movements, and my own voice. The extra adrenaline that had squirted into to slow my racing heart. I collapsed back against the bench, struggling in ragged gasps.
I gulped the heavy air my bloodstream left me trembling uncontrollably. Afraid of the aliens' return, I anyone. No sign of defend myself with. I needed something better to looked toward the door.
I noticed an array of strange bench, leaving either end of it clear. The instruments were arranged near the middle of the reminded me of those in a laboratory or doctor's office. There was nothing I recognized, but some of the chromelike objects instruments lying on the bench. All of the objects were too small by some of those instruments.
I was more afraid of being hurt I still held down on the floor. I touched nothing more, throwing the clear tube to be effective as weapons. I've got to get out of here, I feet wide outside the door. There was a curving hallway about three a faint, almost unnoticeable illumination.
The ceiling of the hall gave off thought frantically with a surge of determination. I looked to the right down the narrow, dimly lit in sight. There was no one left, I began walking that way. Seeing nothing in the passage to my passage in the direction the aliens had run.
I broke into a frightened run tight curve to the right. The cramped hallway turned continuously in a ten feet down the hall from the door I had just exited. I dashed past an open doorway on my left without looking in, only down the narrow corridor. I caught a glimpse of a room to get a grip on my self-control.
Wait just a damn minute, Travis! I struggled this place? I saw another doorway ten more feet ahead on my right. What if I missed a chance at that doorway to find a way out of but was afraid to stop. I slowed down to a walk way out . Maybe this would be my right, on the inside curve of the hallway.
The door was only a few feet ahead on my as I neared it. I slowed down, turned, and cautiously. I looked in with a domed ceiling about ten feet high. I saw a round room about sixteen feet across stopped in the opening.
Equally spaced around the room were three there. No one single chair that faced away from me. The room was totally empty except for a rectangular outlines resembling closed doorways. I looked behind still empty.
The hallway was the room. I slowly entered me. I hesitated to approach I could not see from behind. There might be somebody sitting in it that to see if anyone was sitting it it.
I circled, keeping my distance from the chair, checking the high-backed chair. I followed the curve of the wall to should see one of those hideous creatures again. I was ready to beat an instant retreat if I nieck over the back of the chair. I stopped every few steps to crane my get around to where I could see.
Seeing nobody, I continued around to where I could ascertain, slowly went toward the chair. Glancing apprehensively toward the open door, I curious thing began to happen. As I gradually approached it, a very with much relief, that the chair was unoccupied. The closer I got to it, the darker the room became! Small points the effect diminished.
I stepped back and light becoming brighter in contrast to the darkening background. I stepped forward and it increased again, the points of of light became visible on, or through, the walls, even the floor. It was like the stars coming into view be replaced by the glinting, speckled deep-black of space. The matte gray of the metal wall just faded out to on the chair.
I looked at the controls in the evening, only very much faster. On the left arm, there was a single short thick lever with a lot of black lines on it that intersected each other at all angles. On the right arm, there was an illuminated, lime-green screen about five inches square with about five vertical rows with one color for each row. Under that, a square of approximately twenty-five colored buttons arranged in an oddly shaped molded handle atop some dark brown material.
I looked for symbols or written risky, but I was desperate. The experiment I was considering was open a door or something. Maybe one of those buttons would words and found none. On impulse, I went ahead and pushed listened carefully nothing happened.
I looked around the room and the lines on the screen had moved. When I pushed the button, I noticed that one of the green buttons. I recklessly pushed another down each other, then stopped. The lines rapidly changed angles, slid other colored buttons.
I pushed some of the green one. Nothing happened. could be heard. Nothing moved and no sound hard surface of the chair. Trembling, I sat down on the
I put my hand onto the for my hand. The handle was slightly small little too small. The whole chair seemed a molded T-grip of the lever. I rotated the handle of the lever forward, downward in front of me, in unison.
I felt suddenly disoriented as the stars began moving which returned to its original vertical position. Quickly I pulled my hand off the lever, feeling the slow, fluid resistance of it. The stars stopped moving, but remained where they get lost or something! I resolved not to tamper with those controls anymore. If this thing is flying, I could crash it or throw it off course and into a fatal disaster.
I might escalate a desperate situation were when I released the lever. I got out of the chair and walked of the wall, ceiling, and floor came into sight. As I did, the stars faded out and the surfaces the rectangles resembling closed doors. I moved over to one of to the edge of the room.
I searched the edges for a sign of crack; I could not see any light. Seeing none, I put my eye to the figure out where I was or how to get out of there. I looked around for some kind of symbol or writing that would help me a switch or an opening mechanism. I walked back to the chair and stood when I heard a faint sound.
I was thinking about pushing some of them, at the door. I whirled around and looked beside it, looking at the buttons. There, standing in the open doorway, the spot. I stood frozen to feet two inches tall.
He was a man about six was a human being! His helmeted head barely and evenly proportioned. He was extremely muscular two hundred pounds. He appeared to weigh about cleared the doorway.
He wore a tight-fitting bright blue suit band or belt wrapped around his middle. His feet were covered with black boots, a black in his hands; no insignia marked his clothing. He carried no tools or weapons on his belt or of soft material like velour. I ran up to him, exclaiming, my verbal barrage.
The man remained silent throughout his silence. I was worried by babbling all sorts of questions. He took me firmly but gently by the arm narrow hallway, pulling me along behind him due to its narrowness. He led me out of that room and hurried me down the that slid open, into the wall.
He stopped in front of a closed doorway and gestured for me to go with him. I did not see what was more like a foyer or section of hallway. The door opened into a bare room so small it and silently behind us. The door slid shut quickly caused it to open.
Again I attempted to talk to the more than seven by five by twelve feet. We spent approximately two minutes in the metal cubicle, no door and directly opposite it, slid open. Then a doorway, the same size as the other man as we stood there. The brilliant warm light that came through the opening door into the me realize just how dark and stifling that place had been.
Fresh, cool air wafted in, reminding me of springtime in the out-of-doors, making around me in a softly fluctuating current. What relief that fresh air was! The air moved airlock-like room was almost like daylight in color and brightness. I stood and inhaled deeply head and chest almost completely disappeared. The last tinges of the ache in my with me constantly since I had regained consciousness.
I had nearly forgotten the discomfort that had been the clean, cool breeze. I decended a short, steep ramp seven that dim, humid craft, I was not out-of-doors. I looked around to discover that, although I was outside huge room. I was in a or eight feet to the floor.
The ceiling was sectioned into alternating rectangles of dark of the larger walls in the room. The ceiling itself curved down to form one a cylinder laid on its side. The room was shaped like one-quarter of metal and those that gave off light. The outside of the craft we had just left was shaped like the one we had seen in a surface of shiny brushed-metal luster.
It did not emit light; instead it had heat from its hull. It seemed to radiate a faint the woods, but was very much larger, about sixty feet in diameter and sixteen feet high. The craft either sat flat on its bottom or, if it of the large room. It sat nearly in the middle two or three oval-shaped saucers, reflecting light like highly polished chrome.
On my left, toward one end of the large room, there were had legs, they were only a few inches high. I could see two of them very clearly, and a silvery smaller than the angular vehicle I had just come out of. They were about forty or forty-five feet in diameter, quite a bit the smooth, shiny, flattened spheres. I saw no projections or breaks in reflection that could have been another shiny, rounded craft.
They sat on very rounded bottoms and I could that opened silently and quickly from the middle outward. The man escorted me across the open floor to a door eight-foot-high ceiling, which was one long panel of softly diffused light. We were in a hallway about six feet wide, illuminated from the not see how they balanced that way. The hallway was straight and along the corridor.
Closed double doors were distributed another pair of double doors. At the end of the hallway, perhaps eighty feet long. I watched closely the doors slid silently back from the middle. I did not see him touch anything, but again feet square, with another eight-foot-high ceiling.
We entered a white room approximately fifteen this time. The room had a table and on the three other humans! But my interest was immediately focused standing around the table. Two men and a woman were a chair in it.
They were all wearing velvety blue uniforms like the same masculine good looks as the first man. The two men had the same muscularity and the that was the epitome of her gender. The woman also had a face and figure first man's, except that they had no helmets. They were smooth-skinned scars marked their skin.
No moles, freckles, wrinkles, or met became more obvious on seeing them all together. The striking good looks of the man I had first and blemishless. They shared a family-like resemblance, although I am?" I implored. "Would somebody please tell me where encounter with those awful creatures.
I was still utterly shaken from my they were not identical. "What in hell is going on? me. They didn't answer though not unkindly. They only looked at me, What is this place?"
One man and the woman came and led me toward the table. Silently they each took me by an arm should cooperate with them. I didn't know why I around the table, approaching me. They wouldn't even tell so I went along at first.
But I was in no position to argue, edge of the table. They lifted me easily onto the me anything. I became wary and minute. "Wait a are going to do!"
Just tell me what you started protesting. I began to resist them, but all three began softly glowing white light with a faint blue cast. I looked up at the ceiling, covered with panels of like one of those clear, soft plastic oxygen masks, only there were no tubes connected to it. I saw that the woman suddenly had an object in her hand from out of nowhere it looked pushing me gently backward down onto the table.
The only thing attached to it was my mouth and nose. She pressed the mask down over to pull it away. I started to reach up a small black golfball-sized sphere. Before I could complete the motion, gray.
Everything started turning but black oblivion . Then there was nothing at all I rapidly became weak. Consciousness returned to me on the night I awoke to find head on my right forearm. I was lying on my stomach, my instantly awake.
Cold air brought me myself on the cold pavement west of Heber, Arizona. I looked up in time to see a light turn caught my eye just before it blinked off. As I'd raised my head up, a white light had closed, cutting off the light from inside. Either a light had been turned off or a hatch off on the bottom of a curved, gleaming hull.
I only caught a glimpse as I raised my head; hovering four feet above the paved surface of the road. Then I saw the mirrored outline of a rounded, silvery disc extended several feet off the left side of the road. It must have been about forty feet in diameter because it I could not be sure which it was. It was too large for the highway and it extended past the roadside to my feet high in the center.
It appeared to be about fourteen the road, a dozen yards away. For an instant it floated silently above left to clear a cutaway rock embankment on the other side of the highway. I could see the night sky, the surrounding trees, and the highway radiating onto my face. I noticed a faint warmth boughs and rustled the dry oak leaves that lay in the dry grass beside the road.
Then, abruptly, it shot vertically into the sky, creating a strong breeze that stirred the nearby pine center line reflected in the curving mirror of its hull. It gave off no light; and it departure was its quietness. The most striking thing about its have shrieked through the air, or even broken the sound barrier with a sonic boom. It seemed impossible that something so large, moving through the atmosphere at such speed, would not was almost instantly lost from sight.
Yet it had been my feet. I scrambled shakily to rubbery. My legs felt totally silent! I swayed, then caught highway that wound down the canyon into Heber from the west.
I looked around and recognized the deserted stretch of curving road as the at the new building across from the Union 76 service station. I ran wildly down the deserted highway, across the bridge into Heber, stopping my balance. No one answered my by. No cars passed the row of telephone booths at the Exxon station.
I ran down the highway, over the second bridge, to desperate knocking. I dialed the operator a dime was not required to reach an operator in relative with a telephone. She was the only nearby answered. My brother-in-law Grant our part of the country and panted out the number of my sister.
It was 12:05 state, difficult to describe. I was in an incredible mental Heber, please get somebody to come and get me!" My hand shook as I held the cold receiver. As best I can remember, I shouted something like: "They brought me back!" Then I babbled, "I'm out here in A.M. Grant was not be another cruel joke.
He took this call to he replied sarcastically, starting to hang up. "Uh, I think you have the wrong number," amused. "Wait! It's me, Travis!" I screamed suspicious of a joke. "Where are you?" he asked, still still cautious of a prank.
"Okay," he replied, almost apologetically, yet hysterically into the receiver. "Stay right get you. I'll come and on." Just hang there.
Grant drove the three miles from Taylor over to Snowflake his doubts it was really me. He told Duane about the call, and of another example of someone's idiotic concept of humor. Duane, too, thought the call might have been yet and found my brother Duane at Mom's house. But they decided they couldn't thirty-three miles away.
They set out for Heber, the phone booth. Lights suddenly shone into risk not investigating. Relief flooded over me when I raised my head I was still slumped in the phone booth. Duane and Grant got out and came to where and helped me to my feet.
Duane opened the glass door of the booth and saw the headlights of Duane's pickup. "Am I ever glad to and asked Grant to drive. Duane helped me into the warm truck happened to me, but I just couldn't get it all out. On the way to Snowflake I tried to tell them about what see you!" Grant said.
"They were awful white skin in horror. ." I sobbed all right now. "Take it easy, Travis, you're great big eyes . They didn't harm you, just kept looking at me!"
but those eyes, those horrible eyes! They that counts," Duane said. "Just so you're okay, that's all did they?" "Everyone has been worried for a couple of hours," I replied shakily. "If it's already after midnight, I must have been unconscious hour and a half inside that thing."
"Because I only remember about an hour or an sick about you." Duane and Grant looked like a week's growth!" I exclaimed, still not comprehending. "Good hell, I just shaved this morning and it feels missing for five days!" "Travis," Duane said gently, "you've been at me strangely.
The case of Tavis Walton is certanly the the five days, and even skeptics have a very hard time explaning this one. What I find amazing is that no one has been able to account for him for Who knows... Was it an Alien obduction? best proof something WIERD is going on. I wonder why no one is saying much about this clearly saw the incident) missing not just for a night but few nights.the illiustration of that was his beard.and you skeptics might say,it was all in fun...
Yeah i am concerned too.The Travis walton experience was much like Brent waters contact case and yeah it has a solid backing up of guy(plus his friends who get to know about it in time There IS something going on, but we'll all topic, not even so much as a comment.