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THE TALE OF ALBERT OSTMAN

2011-09-05T04:25:00.001-07:00

Albert Ostman, an itinerant lumberjack who encountered a family of ape-men during a camping trip in the remote forests of British Columbia in 1924. One night, so the story goes, Ostman awoke to the realization that he was being carried off — still in his sleeping bag — and that he was unable to wrangle himself free. His captor had him over one shoulder and was moving rapidly over mountain terrain with his hand over the sleeping bag opening.

After a couple of hours of this harrowing journey, Ostman was released from his sleeping bag confines and claims to have found himself surrounded by a family of Sasquatch. There was an adult man, an adult woman and two children, a girl and a boy. They did not attempt to hurt him, according to Ostman, but they made it clear that he was not allowed to leave. Over the next few days, the forest beasts chattered to each other with grunts and monosyllabic utterances, keeping a close eye on their victim. Finally, Ostman says he hatched a plan to incapacitate the adult male by enticing him to consume an entire tin of snuff. As the giant creature writhed in pain, Ostman was free to make his escape.

After finding his way to a logging camp, where lumberjacks fed him and gave him shelter, Ostman returned home from his torturous trip without telling anyone about his abduction. That is, until 30 years later. He finally told his story after he heard that several others had come forward with similar tales. The experience haunted him for the remainder of his life, but he never knew why he was taken by the Sasquatch or what became of them in their mountaintop hideaway.

Theodore Roosevelt’s Bigfoot Story

2011-08-21T23:23:00.001-07:00

Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type. But I once listened to a goblin-story, which rather impressed me. A grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman who, born and had passed all of his life on the Frontier, told it the story to me. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore. So that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the specters, [spirits, ghosts formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk. It may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beavers. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.The memory of this event, however, weighted very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountains slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, “Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs.”Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the under wood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night. After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook. The footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet it did not venture near the fire. In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were the more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was necessary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and this they started out to do. All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.
At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs.On reaching the pond Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into a beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried toward camp, under the tall trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighted on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the straight trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness which, when there is no breeze, always broods over these somber primeval forests. At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.Near it lay the packs wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat. The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, which must have been lurking in the woods, waiting for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking with long noiseless steps and seemingly still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its fore paws, while it buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.Bauman, utterly unnerved and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond reach of pursuit.”

What follows is another version of the same story. I believe it may be an earlier version that was since edited to include more information.

It was told (to me) by a grizzled, weather-beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman, who was born and had passed all his life on the frontier. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tales.

When the event occurred Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beaver. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was there slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half-eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.
The memory of this event, however, weighed very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind… They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about 4 hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started up stream.At dusk they again reached They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear. had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores, and lighting the fire.While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. . . . Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked: ”Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs.” Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws, or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to.At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the underwood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening.On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment, that the lean-to had been again torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook, where the footprints were as plain as if on snow! and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as lf, whatever the thing was. it had walked off on but two legs.The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs, and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hill-side for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet it did not venture near the fire.In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. . .All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed ; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.
At noon they were back within a couple of giles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness to face every kind of danger from man, brute, or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs.Reaching the pond Bauman found 3 beavers in the traps, One of which had been pulled loose and carried into a beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness how low the sun was getting.At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay, and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The camp fire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling up wards. Near it lay the packs wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call.Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell On the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang Darks in the throat.The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story.
The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion, …. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gambolled round it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.Bauman, utterly unnerved, and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off a speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until far beyond the reach of pursuit.There are many other States in the United States that have reported giant creatures that roam about their mountain wildernesses.However, I do not have enough verified information to fully go into it at the present time. Anyway, that would be another book.

When Babies Cry!!

2011-08-20T23:33:00.000-07:00

WHEN THE BABIES CRY BY MICHAEL C. WINKLER winkguy70@gmail.com

Tuesday, February 29, 1988, and 30 year old James Carter was quickly treading across the Shoshone Bannock Indian Reservation in Idaho.

James' car had run out of gas and he was hoofing it to Nathaniel Hawthorne's place to use the phone.

The mud squashed beneath his waffle-stompers as he strode down the one way dirt road that ran parallel with the Snake River.

The time of year was early spring--a time of year when death meshes with life--and the struggle for life begins; the dead trees fight for life giving sap; brown, mud, barren fields become alive as grain shoots--hungry for sunlight--push forth through the soil; the dead underbrush slowly turns from brown to bright green...and other things would soon make the transformation from death.

James continued on his way through the spring night; he was glad that the sky was cloudless, and the moon was full, because this combination of elements lit his path well.

James picked his steps carefully. The old road was caked with last years dead thistles, which had already pricked James's ankles several times.

As James walked, he glanced to his right at the river. The water made a mirror image of the moon on its shiny surface.

The night air was redolent with the smells of water, mud, and Spring wheat; he loved the smells of a spring night.

James heard a peculiar sound, and slowed his pace as he listened to the sounds of the night; the water was gurgling; an owl was hooting; the frogs were croaking, and just as he thought...a baby was crying; not just one baby either, but several.

The cries sounded like they were coming from the river.

James halted and stood there listening. An eerie feeling crept up his spine and into the nape of his neck; his neck hair stood on end as he listened to the hollow, lonely cries. James started to walk towards those cries, even though his common sense told him to run, run as fast he could in the opposite direction. His mind told him: James those babies shouldn't be here in the middle of the night...and in the river; what kind of babies hang out in the river in the middle of the night? Run James!

But those cries, they were commanding--like strings to a puppet; those cries called for him, and he was obeying.

A moment later, he stopped walking, and stood there looking into the water. The ominous sounds were still another 20 yards up stream; he proceeded to walk in that direction.

James's thinking was hazy; his eyes were open wide and looked blank. And as he walked, he didn't notice the stinging sensations as the dead thistles brushed against his hands. Not thinking, and not caring, James continued on his way along the river.

James stopped walking, then looked along the river's bank and into the dark water; he could hear the cries, but he didn't see any babies; it was as if the eerie sounds were coming from under the river.

"Help us," the cries called out..."help us...heeelp usssss."

"This is crazy," James thought to himself; "what am I doing here?"

"To save the babies," a disembodied voice said to him in his mind, then continued, "You mussst sssave the babiesss."

James heard a splash; he looked in the direction it came from, and saw something swimming towards him about the size of a full grown beaver; it swam like a snake with back and forth motions. Its head was oval shaped like a human's head, and light from the full moon revealed its skin to be paper white, and very slick.

But its eyes, that's what scared the bejesus right out of him; it had silver, luminous eyes.

It jumped out of the water onto the river's bank, crying morosely.

Then it smiled and gently cooed and revealed dozens of razor sharp teeth, shaped like teeny, tiny triangles.

James, startled, let out a little scream and stepped back a few feet. He wanted to run, but that cry, it mesmerized his mind; it told him that everything would be alright; it wouldn't let him run. James watched the creature as it crawled towards him and noticed that its tiny hands and feet were webbed. He looked into its silvery glowing eyes and found himself locked in a hypnotic stare.

As it crawled towards James it began to wail so hard that its little body shook.

It looked lonely, and James's heart reached out and felt love for the small human aberration that was slowly crawling towards him; its silver eyes looked sad, very sad. He wanted...wanted to hold it, to make it feel loved.

"Come here little one," he said softly to the creature, then spread out his welcoming arms. "come to James," he repeated. His voice was hollow and his mind was foggy, his thinking, obscured, like he was in a trance. "Come to James," his voice whispered.

The creature Looked at him, its silver eyes glowing bright.

It stood on its webbed feet and started to walk towards James. Suddenly, It let out a horrid, twisted scream, then jumped through the air and hit James square in his chest, knocking him over backwards. As James landed on his back, his breath escaped through his mouth in a painful, "Ugh." The creature jumped onto his chest and scratched him on his face, leaving three deep bloody rake marks across his right cheek.

With both his hands, James grabbed the demon baby around its slimy body, and attempted to throw it off of him, but before he could, it lunged its head downward and sank its teeth deep into his right pectoral muscle.

James screamed in agony. He tried to push the savage baby from his chest; but its teeth were anchored too deep for that to work. It was then that cold reality washed over James; he knew he would have to literally sacrifice part of his body to get this...this thing off of him.

Again, he wrapped his hands around the creature's slick body and pushed up.

The creature didn't budge.

James pushed harder and felt his muscle start to tear, inch by painful inch. He pushed with all his force and finally pried the carnivorous baby--and half of his pectoral muscle--away from his body.

With the creature secured in his hands, James held it as far up towards the sky as his arms would reach. He could feel its body wiggle and squirm as it tried to get loose; but fear had molded his fingers into a steal vice that was inescapable.

It hissed angrily, and its silver eyes began to radiate white light that was as cold as the darkest moon.

James looked into those deep eyes and saw answers to the universe; he saw the face of Jack the Ripper; he saw Lucifer......Email MICHAEL C. WINKLER winkguy70@gmail.com for complete story.

2011-08-18T22:15:00.000-07:00

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Encounters With Men in Black

2011-08-15T19:18:00.001-07:00

Another mainstream article that would not have been allowed to be printed ten years ago.
ENCOUNTERS WITH MEN IN BLACK (Minneapolis Star Tribune) — They sat quietly, leaning toward the lectern in a dark-paneled room near Lake Calhoun as a professor from New York told of his encounter with one of the mysterious Men in Black. In the audience were people like biophysicist Otto Schmitt, a retired professor of electrical engineering at the University of Minnesota, retired aircraft developer and physicist Cecil Behringer, physician Steven Zuckerman and polymer scientist Arthur Coury, Medtronic’s director of venture technology.

Peter Rojcewicz told them there have been hundreds – perhaps thousands – of such encounters over the centuries. “The Men in Black are part of the extraordinary encounter continuum – fairies, monsters, ETS, energy forms, flying saucers, flaming crosses,” said Rojcewicz, a 37-year-old professor of humanities and folklore at New York’s Juilliard School. The modern era of Men in Black – visitations by mysterious, black-clad men who seem evil and threatening – goes back to at least the early 1950s when a man named Albert K. Bender allegedly saw a UFO in Bridgeport, Conn., and was later frightened by a visitation from three Men in Black.

Rojcewicz told the audience that his own MIB (Men in Black) experience occurred in 1980. “I have never gone public with this before,” he said. Most of the modern era MIB encounters have followed sightings of UFOs or strange lights.

Rojcewicz’s encounter involved no sightings. He was just sitting in the University of Pennsylvania library, reading a UFO book suggested by another professor who thought that Rojcewicz, as a folklorist, would be interested in such phenomena. “Then in the corner of my vision I noticed a black pants leg and a black shoe, scuffed,” Rojcewicz said. The folding chairs in the auditorium of the Bakken Library of Electricity in Medicine, 3537 Zenith Av. S., stopped creaking as Rojcewicz’s audience listened intently.

Standing in front of him, Rojcewicz said, was a very gaunt, very pale man. He was about 6-1, weighed about 140 pounds and wore a black suit, black shoes, black string tie and a bright white shirt. “His suit was loose and it looked as though he had slept in it for three days,” Rojcewicz said. Rojcewicz didn’t know what to make of the figure. At the time he wasn’t aware of the Men in Black phenomena which, he subsequently learned, dates back to at least Biblical times.

“He sat down, like he had dropped from the ceiling – all in one movement” – and folded his hands on top of a stack of books in front of him, Rojcewicz said. The Man in Black asked Rojcewicz what he was doing. Rojcewicz said he was reading about flying saucers. “Have you seen a flying saucer?” the Man in Black asked. Rojcewicz said he hadn’t. “Do you believe in the reality of flying saucers?” Rojcewicz said he didn’t know much about them and wasn’t sure he was very interested in the phenomena. The man screamed: “Flying saucers are the most important fact of the century and you are not interested?” “I tried to calm him,” Rojcewicz said. The man got up, once again all in a single awkward movement, put his hand on Rojcewicz’s shoulder and said: “Go well on your purpose” and left.

Rojcewicz looked out at his audience. “In 10 seconds I was overwhelmed by fear. . . . I had a sense that this man was out of the ordinary and that idea frightened me. . . . I got up and walked around the stacks toward where the reference librarians usually are. The librarians weren’t there. There were no guards there – there was nobody else in the library. . . . I was terrified.”

He went back to the table where he had been reading “to get myself together. It took me about an hour. Then I got up and everything was back to normal, the people were all there.” He didn’t talk about his experience in public because he was concerned about how people might react to his story, he said.

Was he dreaming? He doesn’t think so. He said he suspects he was in an “altered state.” Rojcewicz said he thinks his experience – and that of others who have been exposed to the Men in Black – are somewhere “in the crack” between real life and fantasy.

He has been studying anomalous phenomena such as the Men in Black ever since his 1980 experience. He has interviewed many people who have reported UFOs, flying saucers and Men in Black experiences. He said the Men in Black most frequently appear in threes, but sometimes in twos, ones and fours. Some of the MIBs carry brief cases and represent themselves as being Air Force UFO investigators, he said. The MIBs warn UFO spotters to tell no one of their experiences with aliens from outer space.

When the MIBs leave, people are fearful, dizzy and, sometimes, nauseous, he said. Frequently their lives are changed by the experience. Some become more successful in their jobs and marriages and report a joie de vivre. Others lose their jobs and marriages. One of his friends quit a good academic position and went into hiding, he said. Some become addicted to drugs, and many feel they have been victimized, he said.

He said the reaction varies with a person’s culture, religion or openness to imaginative ideas. To illustrate the various reactions he cited a case of a psychiatrist and her husband, a professor of education, who saw a UFO in Maine and subsequently had a MIB encounter. “She has been all right since then, but he has not.” The professor was left lethargic and troubled by the encounter.

Rojcewicz, who teaches at the C. J. Jung Foundation for Analytical Psychology as well as at Juilliard, said he suspects the psychiatrist was able to handle the experience better because she is more open to spiritual matters while her husband by training and experience is rooted in the acceptance of only what seems reasonable.

In another case, Rojcewicz interviewed a woman named Deborah from Burlington, Va., who said she had been visited by a slender, 6-foot, 9- inch Man in Black who was wearing a bowler hat. She said her knees went weak when the man was close to her. She said of her experience: “There was something wrong – evil about this.” When Rojcewicz telephoned Deborah to recheck his notes, there was a beeping on the line and they couldn’t hear each other. He redialed and the line was all right.

Rojcewicz said there are references to Men in Black going back to Abraham in Biblical times, and there have been many similar stories in folklore over the years. Often the Men in Black have been considered to be the devil or his representatives. Some of the Roman Catholic church’s saints had Men in Black experiences. The church itself recognizes the possibility by endorsing exorcism, Rojcewicz said.

What is a good defense against the Men in Black? “Laughter,” Rojcewicz said. “If they ask you why you’re laughing, tell them, `Rojcewicz told me to do it.’ ” He added: “When you confront evil, don’t feed them your fear. Say you are not worried – ha-ha.”

When his talk was over, several of those attending were asked if they took the Men in Black stories seriously. “Maybe there is something there,” said Dennis Skillings, director of the Archaeus Project, which sponsored the meeting. But he said he doubts that there is any way of confirming that MIB encounters “really, truly happened.”

Zuckerman, a specialist in internal medicine, said he thought Rojcewicz was serious. “I have a friend who knows a fellow who is investigating reports that men from space are coming to Earth and taking biopsies of people’s calf muscles,” Zuckerman said. “He says the biopsy sites heal right away.” Why would people from outer space take biopsies of people’s calf muscles? “An interesting question,” Zuckerman said with a smile. The Archaeus Project, which is subsidized by Medtronic founder Earl Bakken, regularly brings in researchers in the field of the paranormal and so-called alternative science for special lectures

This is a collection of real and extraordinary stories of UFO sightings by Astronauts.

2011-08-15T19:17:00.001-07:00

NASA’s Maurice Chatelain

In 1979 Maurice Chatelain, former chief of NASA Communications Systems confirmed that Armstrong had indeed reported seeing two UFOs on the rim of a crater. Chatelain believes that some UFOs may come from our own solar system — specifically Titan.

The encounter was common knowledge in NASA, but nobody has talked about it until now. All Apollo and Gemini flights were followed, both at a distance and sometimes also quite closely, by space vehicles of extraterrestrial origin – flying saucers, or UFOs, if you want to call them by that name. Every time it occurred, the astronauts informed Mission Control, who then ordered absolute silence.

I think that Walter Schirra aboard Mercury 8 was the first of the astronauts to use the code name ‘Santa Claus’ to indicate the presence of flying saucers next to space capsules. However, his announcements were barely noticed by the general public. It was a little different when James Lovell on board the Apollo 8 command module came out from behind the moon and said for everybody to hear: ‘PLEASE BE INFORMED THAT THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS.’ Even though this happened on Christmas Day 1968, many people sensed a hidden meaning in those words.

The rumors persist. NASA may well be a civilian agency, but many of its programs are funded by the defence budget and most of the astronauts are subject to military security regulations. Apart from the fact that the National Security Agency screens all films and probably radio communications as well, we have the statements by Otto Binder, Dr. Garry Henderson and Maurice Chatelain that the astronauts were under strict orders not to discuss their sightings. And Gordon Cooper has testified to a United Nations committee that one of the astronauts actually witnessed a UFO on the ground. If there is no secrecy, why have these UFO sightings by astronauts not been made public?

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Commander Eugene Cernan

Eugene Cernan was commander of Apollo 17. In a Los Angeles Times article in 1973 he said, about UFOs: I’ve been asked (about UFOs) and I’ve said publicly I thought they (UFOs) were somebody else, some other civilization.

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NASA Pilot Joseph A. Walker

On May 11, 1962 NASA pilot Joseph Walker said that one of his tasks was to detect UFOs during his X-15 flights. He had filmed five or six UFOs during his record breaking fifty-mile-high flight in April, 1962. It was the second time he had filmed UFOs in flight. During a lecture at the Second National Conference on the Peaceful Uses of Space Research in Seattle, Washigton he said: I don’t feel like speculating about them. All I know is what appeared on the film which was developed after the flight.- Joseph Walker

To date none of those films has been released to the public for viewing.

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Major Robert White

On July 17, 1962 Major Robert White reported a UFO during his fifty-eight-mile high flight of an X-15. Major White reported: I have no idea what it could be. It was grayish in color and about thrity to forty feet away.

Then according to a Time Magazine article, Major White exclaimed over the radio: There ARE things out there! There absolutely is!

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Donald Slayton

Donald Slayton a Mercury astronaut revealed in an interview he had seen UFOs in 1951:

I was testing a P-51 fighter in Minneapolis when I spotted this object. I was at about 10,000 feet on a nice, bright, sunny afternoon. I thought the object was a kite, then I realized that no kite is gonna fly that high. As I got closer it looked like a weather balloon, gray and about three feet in diameter. But as soon as I got behind the darn thing it didn’t look like a balloon anymore. It looked like a saucer, a disk.

About the same time, I realized that it was suddenly going away from me — and there I was, running at about 300 miles per hour. I tracked it for a little way, and then all of a sudden the damn thing just took off. It pulled about a 45 degree climbing turn and accelerated and just flat disappeared. This has been truly one of the closest UFO sightings by astronauts.

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Neil Armstrong, Edwin Buzz Aldrin

According to the NASA Astronaut Neil Armstrong the Aliens have a base on the Moon and told us in no uncertain terms to get off and stay off the Moon. According to hitherto un-confirmed reports, both Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin saw UFOs shortly after that historic landing on the Moon in Apollo 11 on 21 July 1969. I remember hearing one of the astronauts refer to a in or on a crater during the television transmission, followed by a request from mission control for further information. Nothing more was heard.

According to a former NASA employee Otto Binder, unnamed radio hams with their own VHF receiving facilities that bypassed NASA’s broadcasting outlets picked up the following exchange:

NASA: Whats there?

Mission Control calling Apollo 11…

Apollo11: These Babies are huge, Sir! Enormous!

OH MY GOD! You wouldn’t believe it!

I’m telling you there are other spacecraft out there,

Lined up on the far side of the crater edge!

They’re on the Moon watching us!

A certain professor, who wished to remain anonymous, was engaged in a discussion with Neil Armstrong during a NASA symposium.

Professor: What REALLY happened out there with Apollo 11?

Armstrong: It was incredible, of course we had always known there was a possibility, the fact is, we were warned off!(by the Aliens). There was never any question then of a space station or a moon city.

Professor: How do you mean warned off?

Armstrong: I can’t go into details, except to say that their ships were far superior to ours both in size and technology – Boy, were they big!…and menacing! No, there is no question of a space station.

Professor: But NASA had other missions after Apollo 11?

Armstrong: Naturally – NASA was committed at that time, and couldn’t risk panic on Earth. But it really was a quick scoop and back again.

According to a Dr. Vladimir Azhazha:

Neil Armstrong relayed the message to Mission Control that two large, mysterious objects were watching them after having landed near the moon module. But this message was never heard by the public — because NASA censored it.

According to a Dr. Aleksandr Kasantsev, Buzz Aldrin took color movie film of the UFOs from inside the module, and continued filming them after he and Armstrong went outside.

Armstrong confirmed that the story was true but refused to go into further detail, beyond admitting that the CIA was behind the cover-up.

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Ed White & James McDivitt

In June 1965, astronauts Ed White (first American to walk in space) and James McDivitt were passing over Hawaii in a Gemini spacecraft when they saw a weird-looking metallic object. The UFO had long arms sticking out of it. McDivitt took pictures with a cine-camera. Such pictures of UFO sightings by astronauts have never been released.

James Lovell and Frank Borman In December 1965, Gemini astronauts James Lovell and Frank Borman also saw a UFO during their second orbit of their record-breaking 14 day flight. Borman reported that he saw an unidentified spacecraft some distance from their capsule. Gemini Control, at Cape Kennedy told him that he was seeing the final stage of their own Titan booster rocket. Borman confirmed that he could see the booster rocket all right, but that he could also see something completely different.

During James Lovell’s flight on Gemini 7:

Lovell: BOGEY AT 10 O’CLOCK HIGH.

Capcom: This is Houston. Say again 7.

Lovell: SAID WE HAVE A BOGEY AT 10 O’CLOCK HIGH.

Capcom: Gemini 7, is that the booster or is that an actual sighting?

Lovell: WE HAVE SEVERAL…ACTUAL SIGHTING.

Capcom: …Estimated distance or size?

Lovell: WE ALSO HAVE THE BOOSTER IN SIGHT…

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Major Gordon Cooper

One of the original Mercury Astronauts and the last American to fly in space alone. On May 15, 1963 he shot into space in a Mercury capsule for a 22 orbit journey around the world. During the final orbit, Major Gordon Cooper told the tracking station at Muchea (near Perth Australia) that he could see a glowing, greenish object ahead of him quickly approaching his capsule. The UFO was real and solid, because it was picked up by Muchea’s tracking radar.

Cooper’s sighting was reported by the National Broadcast Company, which was covering the flight step by step; but when Cooper landed, reporters were told that they would not be allowed to question him about the UFO sighting.

Major Cooper was a firm believer in UFOs. Ten years earlier, in 1951 he had sighted a UFO while piloting an F-86 Sabrejet over Western Germany. They were metallic, saucer-shaped discs at considerable altitude and could out-maneuver all American fighter planes.

Major Cooper also testified before the United Nations: I believe that these extra-terrestrial vehicles and their crews are visiting this planet from other planets… Most astronauts were reluctant to discuss UFOs. I did have occasion in 1951 to have two days of observation of many flights of them, of different sizes, flying in fighter formation, generally from east to west over Europe.

And according to a taped interview by J. L. Ferrando, Major Cooper said: For many years I have lived with a secret, in a secrecy imposed on all specialists in astronautics. I can now reveal that every day, in the USA, our radar instruments capture objects of form and composition unknown to us. And there are thousands of witness reports and a quantity of documents to prove this, but nobody wants to make them public.

Why? Because authority is afraid that people may think of God knows what kind of horrible invaders. So the password still is: We have to avoid panic by all means.

I was furthermore a witness to an extraordinary phenomenon, here on this planet Earth. It happened a few months ago in Florida. There I saw with my own eyes a defined area of ground being consumed by flames, with four indentions left by a flying object which had descended in the middle of a field. Beings had left the craft (there were other traces to prove this). They seemed to have studied topography, they had collected soil samples and, eventually, they returned to where they had come from, disappearing at enormous speed…I happen to know that authority did just about everything to keep this incident from the press and TV, in fear of a panicky reaction from the public.

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Ok, I know no one ever believes these are true but I have an honest
experience I wanted to share. When I was fifteen I spent a lot of time visiting
my cousin Jessica. She was several years older than I, with a place of her own,
and always seemed to have the most entertaining people around her. One was a
woman named Jeanie who claimed to be a medium. For my sixteenth birthday they
decided to throw a huge party for me to end with a sleep over. Well when the
party had dwindled down to about six of us someone got the idea to get out the
Ouija board Jeanie brought with her. I had never played with one of these before
and was a little hesitant but everyone else thought it was a great idea and went
on without me.

So they are all sitting there running the planchette that is supposed to
spell things out and grumping because nothing is happening. I finally got bored
of being the odd person out and sat down. The minute I touched the planchette it
started dragging our fingers way faster than before and started spelling.
E-L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H over and over again. Jessica started to laugh a little and
said there is no Elizabeth here, but the wedge jumped over to the word yes and
stopped. Everyone just looked around at each other for a minute and started
asking "ok who did that". No one had picked their hands up yet though and the
wedge started moving again. This time no one was laughing. We couldn't pick up
our fingers, so we all just sat there horrified as it spelled things out. It
took about a few minutes total but it seemed like forever. It spelled out that
it's name was David and it had loved Elizabeth in another life and he would
watch over her everyday until she came back to him. This time Jessica yelled out
"there is no Elizabeth here!". David wrote out one more thing , that she was
here, he would never leave her and he knew she felt him the night she ran away.
Then it just stopped. We were all just horrified and threw the board away that
night.

I have never touched another Ouija board and I never told my friends the
truth either because it was just to scary. My mother still teases me
occasionally because until I was five I tried to convince her that my real name
was Elizabeth and to top that off, two or three months before I had attempted to
run away from home. I got about two miles away from home and felt a huge chill
and could have sworn I felt someone's breath in my ear. I was so scared that I
ran all the way back home and snuck back in my window. So I guess I am a
believer, I just try not to think about someone looking over my shoulder most of
the time but occasionally I still get that chill and remember that night

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About twenty years ago, when I was four years old my family bought the house my father had grown up in. My family consisted of my parents, my grandmother, and my sister who is eleven years older than me. It was built in the 1940's and no deaths had occurred in it. I know nothing about the land except that I know Native Americans lived in this whole area at one time (that can be said about every town though really). The house was located on a normal suburban street. Neither of my parents believe in ghosts at all, but my father had always thought the house was creepy, even as an adult.
There were the normal things that the whole family saw: things disappearing and then reappearing a while later in the same spot (no one was playing practical jokes), the dial on the water heater getting turned to "off" when no one had been down in the basement (the water heater was located in the back part under the stairs where it is pitch black without a flashlight).
There were an unusually high number of accidents also. For instance, in the eight years we lived there I fell down the entire flight of wood stairs (tumbling head over heels) no less than 9-10 times (by some miracle I never broke any bones). My parents tried everything to make the stairs safer and I always had to walk slowly and carefully up and down the stairs, yet still I would fall. I was afraid of the stairs for a while. Nothing ever went right in that house when my parents tried to work on it.
I was the one who experienced the most there and I was terrified. During the day I would hear knocking on the walls and windows (we did not have rodents, cockroaches or anything of that nature). I would be sure I heard someone call me and no one had.
Things got worse once my sister and I moved from the back bedroom into the front bedroom a few years later. Once a hanger flew out of my closet towards me, I would hear what sounded like a tinkling, almost like jingle bells moving around. My sister and I both had HORRIBLE nightmares quite frequently. The worst part was my personality started being effected. I would just be seized with waves of anger and hatred for no reason and at no one in particular and always when I was in that bedroom. Images would come into head that I do not believe is natural to a little girl under ten years of age who was not allowed to watch anything violent or scary.
As far as having actually SEEN something a few times I thought I saw a cloudy form in the open doorway), but I can't be sure. My sister (around 20 years old by this point) once woke up in the middle of the night with a horrible "oppressed" feeling, sat up and saw a black form glide from the edge of her bed into the corner near our closet and disappear. Once I was awake after everyone else was asleep and all the lights were off and I got up to get a toy when I saw a blue light in the open closet. It was a steady light, not a flash like happens with static build up and it was IN FRONT of the clothing not coming from them. It was like there was a light bulb shining down, but the closets in that house were not lit closets. I thought it was coming in from outside so I went to the window and looked out, but there was nothing.I held the edge of the shade (room darkening) tight against the window frame to make sure, but the blue light was still there. I finally went and sat on my bed and watched it until it faded away. It was there for about 10-15 minutes. I still don't know what it was.
Everything was better once we moved out when I was around 12 and I have not had any more problems. I recently found out that my father's youngest sister (who also was raised in that house) had always said that she thought it was haunted by something and that weird things happened there. I once showed a picture of it to a friend of mine who is a psychic of sorts, without telling her what it was. She got sick to her stomach and couldn't keep looking at it. She said, "That house is evil!"

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Pocatello Idaho 2003
Around Pocatello up by Scout Mountain on a road called Rattlesnake Lane my brother and 5 of his friends. Were out late and drove up to Rattlesnake Ln. They came across an old abandoned house. As I was told by him this house was something out of a horror movie, they drove around the back of the house and there was a strange blueish glow coming from one of the windows. They wanted to go in to check it out but decided it was just to freaky to continue the investigation. So they turned around to leave as they were driving away they heard a scream that was not of this earth that sounded like a Mountain lion,Bear and Tiger all mixed into one!! They looked around to see what was there but seen nothing then something happened that took them all by surprise something hit the back passenger side of the car with such a force it knocked the car sideways. My brother was driving and was able to correct the wheels and keep going straight he managed to keep calm enough to drive safely down the windy road even though all his friends were telling him to go faster! He told them no if I drive crazy we might wreck then where will we be? So they got out of there to safety and decided to go back in a pickup and with some guns there was two girls that wanted to come. So they all went back, this time they went into the house but the girls decided to stay in the pickup. While the guys were in the house something started shaking the pickup the girls thought it was the boys playing a trick on them and kept yelling for the boys to quit but it got worse and worse the more they yelled. Finally the girls ran into the house yelling we told you guys to quit!!! They just kept yelling it over and over they were scared out of their minds and one of the girls struck one the boys she was so out of it!! Then they all went outside and they could hear something up on the hill shaking trees they shined a light up on the hill and located where the trees were moving and then the noise would start up somewhere else then they would locate it again and it would move to another location this went on for a few minutes then they decided it was time to get out of there while they still could!! They all got in the pickup and left without any further incident.

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Welcome to Things Unexplained
Since as far back as I can remember the stories fascinated me. Sitting around camp fires with friends and family, the more people the better.The stories just seemed to never end. And when the wee hours of mourning came around after hearing all the stories the thought of sleeping out there in the woods. Laying in my sleeping bag trying really hard straining my ears listening to hear if Bigfoot was coming, or maybe an alien craft would ascend overhead, or even a ghost of a miner that lost his life in the old Paterson mine would come visit me looking for some company OOOOOOOoooo! Well to say the least I didn't sleep well on nights like that! I always knew I loved the stories but I just figured I was probably one in a few hundred or so that seemed to take an interest in the unexplained. But now many years later I know that was arrogant thinking. Turn on the TV and it is filled with programming about all these topics Aliens, Ghosts, Bigfoot. So I have decided in my spare time to build a website about the unexplained I figured do something I love in my spare time so this is collective dedicated to the unexplained. Do I think personally the unexplained does really exist? Ghosts ya I think they do for what purpose do they roam in places they died at who knows, or maybe it's not the person who died at all just a board demon with nothing better to do than pretend to be is the person who enjoys the reactions of the living as it makes it's presence known! Bigfoot I don't know what to think about this one but true or false the stories are just as fascinating to me now as in my youth. Aliens well it's a big universe out there I havent seen one but i'm keeping my eyes on the sky! So at any rate I'm glad the stories exist to expand my focus on more than just the everyday hum drum stuff that I deal with, you know like paying taxes, working for a boss, paying bills you know what I mean. So sit back enjoy the stories I have researched out. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have putting it together.