To: ufosnw@rt66.com From: () Subject: UFO Sighting Reports Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by () on Tuesday, March 17, 1998 at 20:28:19 location: Runnemede, NJ date: Dec 24, 1968 or 9 time: evening sighting: I don't know if anyone has ever had this type of experience before, and it bears no resemblance to all the standard media on the subject of encounters. I do know that my wife had a similar experience on the same night, some 30 years ago (we were both children at the time, living in different towns - but I was visiting relatives just a few miles from where she lived then). Both my family recalls 'something' happening that night, but can't recall what, and Mary's family recalls something happening that night, but again, they can't recall what, both families vaguely recall a strange feeling about Christmass eve that night. Mary's recall of that night is vague on some points, clear on others. My memmory of that night is crystal clear and always has been. My current memmory of Christmass eve 1968 (plus or minus a year, I think, I can't exactly recall how old I was that Christmass, just that we were visiting my Aunt on Christmass eve). I've written the experience out. There is no physical evidence, of course. My primary interest is simply to find if anyone has ever had an experience like this one or a memmory so clear of the type of communication described below. You can e-mail me at william_j_bray@sbphrd.com It was Christmas Eve, or perhaps the weekend before, about 1965 to 1968 (+/- a year or so), maybe 1966. I was probably three or four years old. I was with my parents, in my dad's Ford Galaxy 500 XL (Dad was driving). It was practically new and we loved that car - it was white with a red interior, a total classic (we actually kept the drivers seat from the car until about 1990 as a momento - my mother wanted the car crushed and made into a coffee table). We had just left my aunt's house where we were coming from a Christmas party (in Runnemede, NJ). By just leaving I mean we had made it only to the end of the street. It was snowing lightly. The street ends facing a field and you have to turn left or right at that point. We used to play in that field because there was a playground there with swings and see-saws, etc. When we reached the stop sign, facing the field, I noticed a truly strange object in the sky. It was a large silhouette of a boomerang shaped object perhaps a little larger than a commercial jet aircraft. I think it most resembles the stealth bomber in size, shape and color, almost exactly, but much smoother and rounder, and it was moving at about ten miles per hour, practically hovering, and the leading edges of what could be mistaken for wings were brightly lit with what looked like long fluorescent lights, like the overhead lights in an office, but a soft blue. These lights, however, were emitting beams of light that were highly collimated - that is the beams were like a slice shape, wide and flat and retained their shape perfectly like a laser, rather than being circular and 'shot gunning' outward like a flashlight beam. The beams were following a slow and deliberate search pattern over the trees (but swiftly over the trees) and buildings (slowly over the buildings). It was silent. It got to be about directly overhead and stopped. At this point of course everyone in the car was quite frantic. My mother was fit to be tied. My Dad was mumbling something like 'Holy Shit' over and over again. My brother was climbing over me in my seat to get a better look at the thing out of my side of the car window. His face was actually pressed against the window. My parents both had their faces practically pressed into the windshield, my Dad was pressed against the steering wheel. I distinctly remember the weight of my brothers knees digging into me as he climbed and fussed to get a better look along with the sound of my mother's voice making all kinds of panicky noises. Everyone in the vehicle had gone quite 'ballistic.' At that point I remember turning to my brother and yelling at him, with my left hand pointing up to the window (I was small enough that the window was well above my head), "do you see that?!!!" He just looked at me and said, "what?" My mother reprimanded me for shouting so loudly in the car. It was then that it seemed odd that my brother was sitting on his side of the car without actually 'moving' back there. It was very quiet. Everyone was just sort of sitting there. No one seemed dazed or disoriented, in retrospect. They were just sitting there, in the car, at the stop sign. It had stopped snowing. The engine was running. There was nothing in the sky. My mother and father were both sitting upright in the front (bucket) seats with their arms plainly at their sides. I was speechless. Everyone was quiet. We were still just sitting there at the end of the road, engine running - at the stop sign. At that point my Dad raised his hands up to the steering wheel - and, most importantly, I distinctly remember him stepping on the gas, but the hand brake was on, so the rear tires spun and the car shifted sideways. He lifted his hands briefly to look down, grabbed the brake release, turned the wheel and we slowly pulled away. About an inch of snow had accumulated on the hood of the car (my father had cleared the car off just before we left my aunt’s house). I can recall this because my father had to get out a little further on (just before we reached the intersection of 295N) and clear the snow off of the car while we sat and waited. I remembered what happened back in 196something. Not the event, but what transpired between the time my brother’s knee was in my crotch until the moment he was suddenly sitting calmly on the other side of the car. There was what I could remember in my child's mind, four 'singing' voices and one 'playing' voice. The singing voices were singing a 'lullaby' to every one around me - not just in the car, but the whole area, perhaps for miles around. The 'playing' voice played a game with me, in my head, tossing me ideas (bizarre, complex ideas) that I had to 'catch' and put away. The playing voice was definitely female in personality, gentle and warm, but somehow down to 'business.' I can clearly recall the sensation involved in ‘catching’ the ideas, although I surely can’t describe it. I can recall the abstract memmories and today I understand them, I think. I discussed the matter with my brother (as adults). He vaguely recalls that something happened that night, recalls that we saw something, but can't recall any detail at all. But that night does stand out in his memmory for some reason - not the Christmass party, the portion after we left the Christmass party. My parents can't recall anything prior to lunch, today, unfortunately, much less anything that happened almost 30 years ago, but vaguely recall having a 'weird night.' My wife, Mary Ellen, should actually write this portion, since it's her story. But she's told me the story enough times (we've discussed it at length on numerous occasions) and she continues to procrastinate writing the event down (procrastination is hard work). So I'll render the reader's digest version. When Mary was a child (about four or five) on Christmas Eve she was living in Somerdale, NJ (about four miles as the crow flies from Belmawr where my experience took place on the same night) she was in bed with a high fever. Her fever was high enough that her mother had given her a bath in cold alcohol. She remembers leaving the house and (it was snowing lightly) running out into the snow, barefoot in her little night gown. There, she was attracted to what she only remembers as bright lights far above her head (I think I got that part correct). My first inclination was to think that she distorted the vision of Christmas lights while running a high fever. But she seems to be able to clearly discern her surroundings, her proximity to the house, as well as the Christmas lights that were on the house. She describes these lights as being in a circular pattern and rotating or otherwise moving toward the ground. Her family denies that she left the house that night or they might have seen her leaving the house. I am trying to ascertain if her family experienced any missing time (a time gap) similar to what my family experienced a few miles away. Her second claim is verified by her mother and father, that a light pattern very similar to the one she describes as a child appeared in their back yard in Sommerdale years later and left tracks in the snow in an isolated area of the yard (no tracks to or from the imprint). The whole family watched this event from their kitchen window. I'd be more descript, but it's not my story. ny feedback???

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