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Association for Aerial Anomaly Research and Cataloging

UFO and Paranormal Research from south-central Indiana

Always Watching the Skies
 

 

The Scavenger Returns
 

-- by Lynn Taylor

13SEP96 - Friday morning (1:07AM)

Tonight I found myself working late again, on our first issue of the BUFON Report. I completed the finishing touches, then shut the computer down for the evening. I remember looking at my watch as I topped the stairs and went out onto the deck. The time was exactly 1:07 AM. Autumn's first chill was in the air as I craned my neck backward and gazed toward the stars directly overhead, until my eyes adjusted to see them clearly in the moonless night sky. Then I fixed my eyes to the east, where I could make out a long, thin cloud bank, stretching across the better part of the horizon. Suddenly, a yellow light formed, exactly in the spot where I had focused my attention. I recognized it to be, what I refer to as a sphere. It appeared for no more than five seconds, before it "turned off ". A feeling came over me, that the object had manifested itself exclusively for my benefit. Then for the first time, for reasons unknown to me, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear grip my entire body. This was a new experience for me. I was never afraid of their presence before, so why now? Every fiber of my being screamed a danger warning. I told myself, "There is no logic to this. My fear is out of proportion to the reality." I forced my legs to carry me down the steps of the second floor deck, and into the blackness below. On the ground, I made my way down the driveway, one step at a time. I was only half distance to the spillway, when I could go no further. I had reached an impenetrable barrier, a force field of fear. I watched as a jet flew overhead and into the cloud bank, about 15 degrees south of the UFO's last position. Soon, I regained my courage, and made my way down the drive. As I scanned the cloud bank, I could make out a very dim, round, gray image moving around in a random fashion. Five minutes or so had passed, when a small area of the cloud illuminated with a yellow-orange glow. It lasted just a few seconds, then disappeared. At this, I knew that my silent, night visitor was still present, and for now, the "Scavenger" had returned.

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