It darted quickly eastward in an incredible burst of speed and disappeared. With that the plane engine started again and headed west. The helicopter sound grew suddenly louder, then stopped. Although they could see nothing, she said, they could hear the sound of the rushing wind that the invisible object was generating.
The next day Childress contacted the local airport to see if any pilots had reported anything unusual. She couldn’t get a straight answer, it seemed, and gave up on the notion as her call was being endlessly shuffled from one desk to another. She had chores to attend and, around noon, drove to the local supermarket to pick up a few things. As she parked her car and got out, a white Plymouth pulled up alongside her and stopped. Two men were inside and they both fixed Childress with cold stares, following her with their eyes all the way into the store.
“I don’t consider myself unattractive,” Childress stated, “but their stares were definitely not flattering. I didn’t notice them leave the car at any time.” Because of their hard stares, she thought they were cops. While in the check-out line she noticed Ed, the husband of one of her girl-friends, standing there speaking with another man and constantly looking in her direction. She didn’t know Ed that well. She had met his wife at a few of the local PTA meetings and knew only that Ed was currently, or at least used to be, in the army.
He waved and Adele waved back. As she pushed her shopping cart laden with groceries to the door, Ed and his friend approached her and asked, in a very serious tone, if she had a minute to speak with them. The three walked to the parking lot and Ed stopped her with a firm grip on her arm. According to Adele Childress, this is what the man told her as it appeared in Peter Guttila’s, ‘The Bigfoot Files;’ Childress writes:
“In 1967, he had been attached to a military intelligence unit stationed in Southern California. He said his unit had been investigating UFOs for a long time, and then asked me if I believed in UFOs. I said I had an open mind on the subject. Ed emphasized that if I told anyone what he was about to say, he would deny having said it. I said I’d keep mum about it.
Ed went on to say that back in 1967, he had been called to a remote desert location where a UFO had crashed. Several big trucks went to the scene, including some equipped with what he called special devices. It was about then, I remember, that I noticed the two men in the Plymouth; they were practically breaking their necks watching us. I thought of asking Ed about them, but, frankly, I was speechless. In fact, my stomach was doing cartwheels. What had I gotten myself into?
Ed explained that he wouldn’t have bothered me, but that he learned through the newspaper story that I was investigating the McBride report of the blue-belted Bigfoot. It was then he felt compelled to warn me. He said that when his special unit arrived at the UFO crash site, a pungent odor permeated the air. The object itself, which he said was oblong in shape, was broken in two but apparently landed before exploding. Lying around in several places were bodies of the occupants.
He described them as four of the most hideous-looking creatures you can imagine. He said they were huge, about nine feet tall, covered with fine hair, and were a perfect likeness of what has been described as bigfoot. The occupant’s faces were hairless, Mongoloid in appearance, with flat, wide noses. The mouths, which he said seemed to be grinning in agony, showed a row of teeth with what looked like stubby fangs.
At that point I was in shock! This man, whom I’d known for two years, was telling me the craziest story I’d ever heard. Why? I thought to myself that if this were a joke, it was in damned bad taste! Ed apparently sensed my uneasiness and assured me that what he was saying was no lie. He had been in the military, that much I knew. His children went to school with my children. His wife was a kind woman with a great deal of energy and was involved in many community activities. What reason would he have for upsetting me like that? What possible reason would he have for lying to me? If his intention was to scare me, he’d succeeded!
Ed continued, saying that when they examined the dead bodies of the creatures at the crash site, they found one still alive. One of the men tried to give it water. The creature reached up and grabbed the man’s shoulder hard, then gasped and died. Ed emphasized that each of the creatures wore a copper-colored belt with a huge buckle fitted with small buttons. He said that the belt glowed when activated but didn’t say what it was used for. On their feet were boots; something like sandals but with very thick soles. Apart from these things, the creatures had nothing else on them.
Ed told Adele that the glowing blue belt the McBride boys described worried him. He looked her in the eyes and said, “Adele, these beings are dangerous. They’ve been turning up in recent years in growing numbers. Stay away from them. Have I made myself clear? You’re in over your head. There are other animals, too, which are vicious. we don’t want you to get in trouble over this. I wouldn’t tell you what I know if I didn’t think you were in danger. I’ve been in this business a long time and know what I’m talking about...”
The whole time Ed was speaking his friend just stood there quietly, observing her reactions. Ed repeated his warning, saying that, even though little was known by the general public, a very real danger existed and she was getting too involved. The creatures’ bodies, he told her, were put into large plastic bags and shipped off somewhere. He didn’t know where they took the UFO wreckage or the creatures’ remains.
“In parting,” Childress later stated, “Ed said that I was welcome to call him or his wife anytime if I felt the need to talk further. He asked me not to mention what he told me to anyone, least of all the newspapers, and he said he would have to deny everything if questioned. The two men in the Plymouth drove away at some point, I didn’t notice when, and the entire conversation took a total of about 15 minutes.”
Adele drove home in a daze. Evidently, she had innocently stumbled upon a very sensitive subject, one that the government was deeply and covertly involved in. She had now even been “officially” warned away from the “very dangerous” line of investigation she was on concerning the blue-belted Bigfoot creatures. Was she really in danger? What about her family? She had them to consider as well, after all.
In April, 1975, the Childress’ home was allegedly broken into on three different occasions. The “burglars” were very unusual ones, however, as nothing had been taken or damaged but all the doors and windows were left unlocked and wide open. This is an aspect of the supernatural that we see again and again, just like the “horribly loud pounding” noises on the roof and sides of the house the Childress family experienced on several successive nights soon afterwards.
The last straw came in June of that year when more than a dozen school children; her own among them, observed a tall, “...hairy, white-faced ape” staring at them from a nearby hill as they awaited the school bus one morning. Mrs. Childress then decided to end her investigations into the blue-belted Bigfoot. One might assume that no further difficulties were forthcoming once this decision was made.
Not long after, in the summer of 1975, John Clark and Ralph Johnson were camping in the Sequoia National Park in California when they were roused from sleep late one night by the barking of their dog. Clark sat bolt upright in his sleeping bag as his friend shouted, “What was that!?” Looking around, the two men were startled to see a nine-foot-tall creature covered with blond hair moving swiftly and silently about their camp.
Johnson got up, grabbed a frying pan that was lying nearby, and threw it at the monster. He then rushed to his car, clambering inside and locking all the doors. Meanwhile, Clark ran and locked himself inside the trailer. He grabbed his rifle, holding it close and at the ready, and waited thusly until the sun came up. “It made no sound,” Clark later said. “I assumed it was gliding because I didn’t see any up and down movement like with walking.”
After dawn, the two searched the camp for tracks and found nothing. Perhaps its feet never touched the ground at all, like Clark claimed. “All I know is that what I saw up there was not human,” he said. “It
was nothing I have ever seen before.”
Interestingly, Clark was tormented by the experience and couldn’t help feeling that something more had happened that night. Something that neither of the men could remember. But what? He eventually sought the help of Dr. James Harder, UFO researcher and professor at the University of California at Berkley. Not surprisingly by now, under hypnosis Clark recalled being held inside a triangular room and examined by otherworldly entities who painlessly inserted tubes into his arm and stomach.
In August of 1976, at 9:00 p.m., a large “fireball” was witnessed by many people as it hurtled through the skies of Southern California and seemingly “crashed” somewhere in the foothills outside Los Angeles. One local newscaster telephoned Griffith Observatory and was told to “...forget it, it was just a bright meteor.” The “meteor” hadn’t “crashed” at all, as it turned out. Nor was it a “meteor.” A policeman in Westwood had watched the “meteor” approach and later told reporters that it “seemed to change direction a couple of times and looked like it came down near Mulholland or near Stone Canyon Reservoir.”
By 10:45 p.m. no fewer than twenty-three patrol units from the Los Angeles Police Department had converged on the posh Bel Air district near Mulholland. A woman had called police shortly before and frantically told them that a group of “big gorillas are digging holes in my back yard!” Her back yard, like all the residents in the area, consisted of several acres of expensively-landscaped greenery surrounded by tall eucalyptus trees.
When the first unit arrived, the officer was pelted with a barrage of “...good sized tree limbs.” He then, rather nervously I’m sure, radioed for back up and soon a small army of authorities were on scene. One Bel Air security guard later said that the “monkeys” were as tall as a man and “screamed and yelled defiantly” at anyone they saw. Police cordoned off the area and there was no word regarding the strange situation for several hours.
Author/investigator, Peter Guttilla, drove to the scene as soon as he heard what was going on but by the time he arrived, everything had quieted down. The woman who had phoned the police, Guttilla later said, initially refused comment saying the police had ordered her to keep quiet. This dubious fact alone speaks volumes about the true nature of the incident. When asked what happened to the “monkeys,” the police department replied, “We don’t know; they just left. Wherever they are, we hope they don’t come back.”
Two people reported seeing a cigar-shaped aerial object descend and hover close to the ground in a wooded area in Mason County, Washington in April, 1977. As they watched, an elevator-type apparatus came down from the bottom of the craft and from it stepped a huge, hairy, man-like creature. The hirsute giant, who was apparently carrying some type of wooden plank, crossed a meadow and entered the woods. Then, only minutes later, the being returned to the object, which took off into the sky making a loud roaring sound.
In 1985 I personally witnessed, along with two musician friends of mine, a UFO flying over my home in Reed, Kentucky which made a similar sound as it flew. The sound resembled those made by jet engines, only deafening. Months later, hairy inhumanoids also made several appearances at that location.
A somewhat similar incident occurred in Barrio Olivares, Puerto Rico in the spring of that same year when a man, while walking along a wooded hillside, was startled when a large, silvery-colored, cylinder-shaped object resembling an elevator rose up from out of the ground very close to where he was standing.
From one side of this “elevator” four very tall men with blond hair and dressed in tight-fitting blue uniforms emerged. These “men,” the witness claimed, were followed by a much taller figure completely covered in dark brown hair. “It looked like an ape,” the witness said, and walked behind the four men, obediently following them around the object as if searching for something.
All five entities then returned to the elevator, which slowly sank back into the ground and disappeared. The witness reportedly waited many years before he told anyone of the encounter. So now it seems that, in addition to haunting the woodlands and flying about with the saucer occupants, these hirsute entities are also busy rummaging around beneath our feet.
Another Bigfoot-type creature was seen in conjunction with a UFO in Wyoming in 1978. According to Glenrock police, at least five separate witnesses reported seeing a tall, hairy creature that walked on two legs roaming about the countryside in the vicinity of Glenrock and Deer Creek. At the same time, nearly a dozen individuals in nearby Rawlins, Wyoming reported observing a bright yellow light with a flashing red light on top hover for nearly thirty minutes in the sky west of the city. At one point, witnesses said, silver lines resembling some sort of “power rays” were projected downward from the craft.
1980 finds us in Chile where two men, while hiking through a remote area of the Andes Mountains, claimed that they observed a tall, hair-covered Bigfoot-type creature as it climbed aboard its starship and headed for the skies (see below).
Stories such as these, admittedly, are the easiest for skeptics to dismiss. What are the chances, they reason, that all these enigmas, UFOs,
cryptid felines, hairy humanoids and ghosts, could find themselves in the same location at the same time? More than impossible, they righteously conclude; the testimony then, must obviously be false, for any number of possible reasons.
But what if the testimony was correct? What then? Would it not become amazingly obvious that not just one of these phenomena, but all of them, might be connected at some as yet unfathomable level? What if there was just one testimony of this nature that you could be sure was truthful and accurate? What if there was just one witness who could tell a story like that and not be lying about it?
That witness is me.
As a Fortean investigator of some experience I can tell you that there are many, many people like me; sober, truthful witnesses who tell their stories not for gain or recognition; but simply because they are true. This book is full of them. As I mentioned earlier, throughout the course of my life I have lived in not just one, but three such locations where multiple unexplained phenomena, including inhumanoid activity, have taken place repeatedly during our residency.
In 1971, while the events in Salem, Ohio were underway, my family lived in the Ohio Valley in an isolated farmhouse in the bottomlands of the Green river in eastern Henderson County, Kentucky.
The Booth Farm
Situated across from some large fields at the end of a half-mile-long driveway, and nestled against the edge of the forests that grew along the muddy banks of the Green river in Reed, Kentucky, the Booth Farm was a nice, quiet place at first. I remember the small farmhouse and fields well. I got on the school bus for the first time while living there when I was five years old.
My older brother, Dean and I spent many a youthful hour exploring the woods and hunting the cultivated fields for the hundreds of Indian arrowheads that lay strewn about on the ground. Indeed, our house was built on the middle of three old Indian mounds. The Shawnee Indians that lived there, I later learned, were war-like, not peaceful like the Cherokee who lived just across the river at a place now called Bluff City. The legendary Daniel Boone was twice captured by the Shawnee on our side of the river, and twice his freedom was bought by the peaceful Cherokee. I didn’t know any of this back then, of course. I only knew that it was a good time in my life. We had several dogs and many chickens and everything seemed ideal.
The first time anything out of the ordinary happened there that I recall was in 1970 or ‘71, when my mother, my older sister, Diona, Dean and myself were returning home one evening from a PTA meeting at our school in Spottsville. For some reason, I had got to sit in the front seat with mom and, as we rounded the last curve on Collins Road nearest to the house, a large, slender, sleek-looking, solid black panther ran across the road directly in front of the car and so close that we nearly hit it. I remember very clearly that the eyes shone solid red in the headlights. It was about four feet long.
Mom panicked of cou
rse, and slammed down the gas pedal and a few seconds later we all came to a sliding stop on the gravel driveway in front of the house and were hurried inside. After that we would hear the panther scream, or what we assumed was the panther since it sounded just like a grown woman screaming; just as panthers are said to. Mom was deathly afraid of them even though we’d had no previous experience with big cats in my lifetime.
Soon after the sighting one of my younger brothers claimed to see a large, man-shaped ‘shadow’ in the house one night while everyone was sleeping. With five other young kids in the house, the kitchen light was always left on and the bedroom doors open. This shadow, he told me, had walked in from the kitchen and stood in the doorway to the room, blocking out all the light from the kitchen. Nearly forty years later he still remembers that night; still remembers the fear.
My Uncle Ed once came to visit for a few days. One time shortly after his arrival, while the rest of us were in town, Ed had stayed behind to enjoy some peace and quiet. When we returned my father noticed that he seemed shaken. When asked what was wrong, he told him that while we were gone he had heard a terrific ruckus coming from the creek out behind the barn. It sounded “like a bunch of Indians whooping and hollering and making the damnedest racket.” He had gone outside intending to investigate but, the closer he got to the barn, the stranger the sounds became. He soon decided that he really didn’t want to see what was making those noises after all, he said, and turned around and went back inside the house instead to await our return. After that he decided to cut his visit short.
A month or two later we were all sitting in the kitchen/dining room watching television when my older sister, Diona suddenly screamed out in fear and started crying. She had glanced out the kitchen window and saw a “monster” looking back at her. My father immediately grabbed the shotgun and rushed outside, my mother close behind him, and fired two shots at a tall brown figure as it ran down the dirt road which led down to the back fields.
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