Brian Vike's Favorite Cases.
Dear Mr. Vike, It is difficult to decide where to begin this
story, as I am not sure exactly where the beginning is. Because of this, I will
simply share the totality of my knowledge and experience in an anecdotal way.
My mother's side of my family seems to be a beacon for weird
things, and UFO/extraterrestrial phenomena fits squarely into that category. As
far as I know, the story really begins with my uncle, who was known for
something rather odd as a child.
He would often disappear from the home in the
middle of the night and a member of the family would find him missing, and they
would go looking for him. Often, he would be found on the other side of town,
wandering in a dazed/confused state. When he was asked about it, he would reply
that he just went for a walk. He was not sleepwalking, per se, but would often
be found wearing his bedclothes, and sometimes without shoes.
If this should simply seem like odd behavior, the story becomes
even odder when added to a recollection of my mother's. She swears that she one
day saw “things” walking up the hallway, toward the bedroom that was shared by
my two uncles.
She describes waking up one night, in the early morning and
hearing noises. Among these noises was talking of some sort. Not English, she
says, but some kind of chattering-sounding language. Hearing this she looked
out her doorway into the hallway.
When she did, she says she saw two small
creatures, for lack of a better word, move back the hallway, talking lowly
between them as the did so. She describes their movement as flowing, almost as
if they were not touching the ground and walking as we do, on two legs, but
either floating or moving as a millipede does.
She does not recall any direct
contact with these creatures, but rather just cowering under her covers for a
while. The combination of this and the experiences of my uncle, lead me to
believe that something more was occurring, here.
These are the only details that I know of from that part of my
mother/aunt/uncle's life, and I can only jump many years ahead in my story.
Ever since I was very young (I am 22, now) I have had an interest
in astronomy, and would always look up in the sky, day or night, looking for
interesting things. This propensity has led me to personally witness a number
of very odd things.
The earliest that I can remember is when I was about 14
years old. I was sleeping at a friend's home, and he was kind enough to let me
sleep on the bed, while he used a sleeping bag on the floor at the side of the
bed. Now, the head of my friends bed was arranged so that the person sleeping
in it could see out of a window when he was lying on his left side, and it just
so happens that I sleep on my side.
Well, in the middle of the night, I woke, as I often do, and
looked out the window. There I saw a light. At first, I thought that it was
just a star, or a planet, but then I noticed that it was pulsating slightly.
So, I watched it for about a minute, maybe less and I sat up to get a better
look at whatever it was.
The springs on the bed squealed and my friend woke up.
He sat up and said something along the lines of “hey, what's going on.....what
the heck is that.” After that, we just sat there, dumbfounded, watching this
thing act “weird” and finally, just....disappear. More accurately, it flew off
very, very quickly. We decided to just let it slide, and talk about it later.
We never really did.
A similar, though much more close up, experience happened not long
after that. My mother, stepfather, stepbrother, and I were going up to a local
look-out point at night to look at one of the small towns near our home.
The
drive was totally normal, uneventful, but the final approach to the parking
area was not. When we crested the hill to the flat parking area, there was a
classic disc-looking craft, complete with lights, but no sound, sitting in the
flattened area. Needless to say, we hightailed it out of there and flew down
the mountainside at speeds that can only be described as “unsafe.” We were all
fairly well shaken up by the experience and we slept in the same room that
night.
Finally, when I was 16 years old, I had a memorable, daylight
sighting while walking to the bus stop in McClure, PA. We lived on a hill that
I was walking down to catch the bus to school and it was one of those beautiful
days where it was still early in the morning and the full moon was visible in
the clear blue sky. I was looking at the moon while walking when I saw a
bright, metallic, sphere shaped object begin to move into my field of view from
south to north as I was looking into the west.
Noticing this, I stopped walking
and watched the object. It appeared to pass through the moon, but I suspect
that this is just an optical illusion created by its very similar color to the
lighter parts of the visible moon. After this it continued on its straight
course and I began to wonder if it was only an airplane and then it promptly
changed direction, it seemed to make an ~60 degree turn instantly and then shot
off out of view.
After this, things tapered for a while, and nothing but the
occasional weird light in the sky occurred. Then the black triangles started.
When I was 17 years old, a friend and I were making our way to
Harrisburg, PA for a weekend-long event. When we finally got to the city, we
were driving along a well-known road in Harrisburg named Front Street and I was
in the passenger seat resting my head against the window and support column
when I saw what may have been the strangest thing I had ever seen up until that
point in my life.
There, in plain view, was a large, black triangle hovering
over the center of the Susquehanna river right in the middle of Harrisburg.
However, this was not the strangest part of the whole thing. The craft was, or
at least appeared to be, siphoning up some of the water in the river.
Whether a
physical carrying tube was being used, or the water was simply making its way
up some kind of vortex, I can't be sure. If the event had ended there, I might
be able to chalk it up to an over-active imagination, or the fact that I was
partially asleep at the time; but just then something happened that told me
that what I had seen was real. Just as I was about to ask my friend if he saw
anything over the river he started to speak.
"(name removed)?" Since there were three (name removed)
in my class, most people had taken to calling us by our last names.
"Yeah?"
"Are you looking at, what I'm looking at?"
"You mean the giant black triangle hanging over the river and
sucking water up into it?"
"Yep."
"Sure am."
"Good, I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't going
crazy."
As incredulous as that conversation may seem it is, as far as I
can recall, quite accurate. The exchange was just like that, matter of fact.
But the conversation still wasn't over, as while my friend and I were staring
at this thing a call comes over the two-way radio that we had to communicate
with the vehicle ahead of us.
"Guys, do you see that thing over the river."
"Yeah, we were just talking about it ourselves."
"Okay, just keep an eye on it and we'll talk about it when we
get to the hotel."
"Good idea."
As for the triangle itself, the most striking thing about it was
its size. The thing was huge, at least a couple of hundred yards long from one
point back to the flat of the opposing line. The second thing about it was that
it appeared to be perfectly equilateral, each side exactly the same as the
other two.
It was jet black, with some recessions on the underside, and it
definitely had a textured, industrial look to it. The whole surface of it
looked like a cross between an F-117/A and one of those bulbous control
tower-looking structures that you see on the bigger navy ships. Also, it was
totally silent, or at least so quiet that we could not hear whatever noise it
was making from that distance.
So, this was my first sighting of the now-famous black triangles.
Mostly I am happy that this was a shared sighting, or I might not believe that
it ever happened. Though, really I think the strangest thing about it is that
it happened in plain sight, over the river in the middle of the state capitol.
In fact, it was within easy sight of the Capitol building itself, at least from
the side that faces the river.
After this particular sighting, things quieted down save for a
series of passing events; all of which included the black triangles. Because I
have been a student for as long as I can remember, all of my jobs placed me on
the road between 11:00pm and 1:00am. This has given me great opportunity to see
odd things in the sky and on 3 occasions since the Harrisburg incident odd
things were indeed seen.
Two of the three times, the sighting occurred on
small, municipal road called Quarry Road, in Beavertown, PA. Once, I passed
almost directly under the triangle. Dropping my head down and looking up
through the angled portion of the windshield, so that I was able to see past
the roof of the car, I could see the underside of a triangle.
Again, it was
very large, and visible due to its being darker than the moon-lit sky. Some
small lights were visible and, as usual, there was no sound whatsoever. For a
sense of distance, I would say that if I were to have held up an apple at arms
length, it would have almost totally covered the object.
The other sighting on this road was of a triangle which was just
passing through, for lack of a better means of description. From the crest of a
hill, over a farming field, I was able to watch a triangle move slowly away
from me, eventually disappearing over the horizon, which is made up of a wooded
mountain not so terribly far away so that the triangle remained of substantial
apparent size throughout the sighting, which probably lasted about 45 seconds.
The other sighting was less memorable, and just consisted of my
catching a glimpse of the same old shape as it traveled over our property in
Beavertown.
Beyond these sightings of crafts, I have also experienced a number
of odd things. All of these things are, on their own, vague and not all that
indicative of anything, but taken as a body, I believe that it is evidence
of...something.
On one occasion, I awoke in the middle of the night with the
distinct feeling that something was amiss, and I turned my head so as to look
away from the wall that my bed abutted. I can't be sure, but I would swear to
this day that I saw an humanoid figure standing at the foot corner of my bed.
This experience was repeated several times throughout my college years, always
with the position of the entity slightly shifted, but always only one and I
believe it to be the same entity throughout the series of experiences.
The most disturbing of these experiences, though is one that I
remember in great detail and which only occurred about one and a half years
ago. I had a dream, or at least I think it was a dream. In this dream, the
house in which I was living at the time was shrouded in what I can only
describe as a supernatural darkness. I can't see anything and am making my way
through the house only by memory of the layout and through the sense of touch.
I am not blind, the house is simply stripped of any light, including that from
the usual, artificial sources such as the indicator lights on the cable modem
in the room. Anyway, I make my way down the stairs and am yelling for my mother,
I'm terrified, you see because I fear blindness because the next bit had not
yet occurred.
As I hit the bottom of the stairs, I can see light, very intense
in comparison to the rest of the situation but mostly like that of a large
fire, leaking in from around the edges of the blind in one of the windows.
My
mother is not answering but there is indication that my dog is about. Because
of this I conclude that she must be out of the house, perhaps staying at one of
her friend's homes where she would frequently spend the night. So, I make my
way to the window and peel it back a little bit to peak out to see what is
causing all the commotion. At this point I wake up and all is normal, so I
presume that it was just an odd dream.
The next night, another "dream" hits. In this one, I am
upstairs in the late evening, and decide to come down stairs to get a drink. I
enter the kitchen and the lights are off, so I can see out the windows. I
believe that I see something moving through the trees. I think it is some kind
of wildlife, so I move closer to get a better look.
What I see is disturbing.
My mother is home, so I call her into the kitchen to look. What we see is
unbelievable. Moving through the trees are several creatures. They are long and
lank, and of very, very pale color. They are humanoid and if I had to put it
into a human perspective, I would say that they moved like ballet dancers, with
leaping, precise motions.
They were making their way through the trees, toward
the house and I distinctly remember feeling very threatened at this point. Ever
the American, my instant plan was to go and get my shotgun. I told my mother to
call someone while moving toward the stairs.
She asked me who she should call,
and I told her that it could be anybody, just let someone know what was
happening. I got up stairs and grabbed the gun, and made my way to the drawer
where the shells were kept and I distinctly remember planning out how I would
load the weapon. Slug, shot, shot, slug, shot, slug. I opened the boxes and
took out the appropriate shells and that is when I woke up.
Well, after two weird dream nights in a row, I decide to share the
story with my mother in the "I've been having such bizarre dreams these
last couple of nights" way. "Really? So have I. You go first."
As I begin to tell her the story she stops me and starts to continue the story
of both nights in the same way as my stories went, but from her perspective.
Needless to say, we are both pretty frightened by this. I decided to check the
window, first and sure enough, the blind is disturbed as if somebody had tried
to pull it back and look out of it. It was in a storage room, and it would not
be unusual for the window to remain undisturbed for days at a time. worried by
this, I decide to go and look on the table of the chest of drawers where I keep
the shotguns shells and again, there is the evidence, a pile of shells which
correlated to my plan in the "dream." Unfortunately, with no children
in the house and shooting be a common pastime for me, having ammunition in the
open is not unusual, so of this I can't be sure of the significance.
Since this incident, the only odd thing I can think if is what I
can only call an air of the extraterrestrial that has been following me around.
I have had several friends who are not usually parcel to the supernatural tell
me that they have gotten odd feelings about me and my life that they can't help
but to think are somehow connected with aliens.
One friend who is a martial
arts practitioner actually met me at his door one night when I went to visit
holding his katana and asking me if anything was wrong because he got the
feeling that I was being followed, and that something not good was afoot.
I think that ends the short version of my current story. I am now
married to a lovely girl, and I only hope that I have not dragged her into a
world for which she is not prepared, but I hope that anything that happens from
here on out will have a likely second source for information.
Thank you for taking your time to read this, if you wish to
contact me for any other information regarding any of this, please feel free;
my contact information is as follows.
Thank you to the witness for a wonderful report. Also the person
said they would be willing to do a taped telephone interview which I will
provide later on. Also since there won't be any time constraints this will I am
sure be a very long and detailed interview.
If you have seen anything
like this in the same area please be kind enough to contact Brian Vike at houstonbri7@gmail.com
with the details of your sighting. All personal information is kept
confidential.
File your UFO sighting to Brian at: houstonbri7@gmail.com or please use the
online Sighting Report Form.
Brian Vike, Director Kamloops British
Columbia Canada UFO Research. Email: houstonbri7@gmail.com
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