I have no way to prove the story you are about to read. All I
know is that the woman (I'll call her Mary) who talked to me
over the phone for two hours about what she experienced was
still excited, awed and frightened five days after her
incredible sightings. This is her story….
On Sunday
night, June 8, 1997, Mary and her husband Jack decided to drive
15 miles from Brownsville, Oregon, where Mary lives, to the
Foster Reservoir area to spotlight deer and enjoy the night air.
Foster Reservoir is near Sweet Home, Oregon, just north of
Highway 20 and stretches along the highway for several miles.
The reservoir forms behind Green Peter Dam, which is located up
a paved road that takes visitors up in elevation to Quartzville
further north. On the way to Quartzville, the visitor travels
across the lower reaches of Green Peter Mountain, elevation
3,977 feet.
I've been to Foster
Reservoir a few times myself. I took my kids there to raft and
swim while I sat lazily in a chair and absorbed the
sleep-inducing sunlight. The lake area features camp grounds,
hiking trails, and opportunities for fishing and boating. The
reservoir is a popular attraction in central Oregon.
They wanted
to fix the beam on the eyes of deer, mesmerize those deer in
their tracks.
Mary and Jack (they were
estranged, but trying to get back together) had their two small
boys, Dylan, four years old, and Dakota, age two, in the back
seat, and as Mary drove, Jack, next to her in the front seat,
played the white beam from a small spotlight on the trees
growing off the side of the road. They wanted to fix the beam on
the eyes of deer, mesmerize those deer in their tracks, and
study the graceful animals in their night haunts.
By the time Mary drove up
the road past the reservoir, which leads the curious visitor up
toward Quartzville, the couple had seen about eight deer in the
trees. Mary reached the end of the road where it trails off into
dirt and drove up the unpaved road until she pulled off to the
side near a ledge. It was now between midnight and 1:00 a.m.,
June 9, 1997.
Jack played the spotlight
beam back and forth on the trees. He said, "There's an elk. I've
never seen an elk by itself before." Suddenly, Mary heard an
object fall to the floorboard. White light flashed up from
Jack's feet. It was the spotlight. "Oh, my God," Jack said; the
spotlight had fallen out of his hands in his shock. "What?"
asked Mary. "It's a UFO," Jack said without hesitation. Jack was
staring up through the windshield.
Positioned motionless in
the sky above the mountain on which the couple were situated, on
the rutted, rock-strewn road that leads further up into mountain
heights, was a huge object. Mary estimated it as five times
bigger than a 1,880-square-foot house. Perhaps that's the size
of her own house-I don't know-all I know is that Mary's voice
rose in pitch; her voice trembled; her words poured forth like a
powerful stream, roiling and lurching around dark rocks on its
way toward an unknown destination. An object measuring three to
four hands wide. V-shaped, like a triangle. With a glowing white
body. Lights in a row on it: red, white, blue, green. Very
bright; extremely bright lights. Lights s-o-o-o bright!
Was this a helicopter? No. Too big. The nose of the V was
pointed toward the north.. The lights on the object seemed
roundish in shape. Nervously, Jack said, "No, no… maybe it's an
airplane. They're probably wondering what we're spotlighting."
"Let's get
out of here!"
Mary stared at it,
awestruck. It did not move. Jack picked up the spotlight, held
it out the window, and aimed the beam at the object. The lights
on the huge object instantly went out! "Let's get out of here!"
shouted Mary. She struggled to turn the car around on the narrow
road. Jack blurted out, "We're all alone up here. No one's up
here but us!" The car bounced and jolted as Mary raced down the
unpaved surface; then hit the paved road, the car scraping
against logs and branches by the side of the road as Mary
careened by them nearly driving off the road in her mad flight.
She managed to look up through the windshield. There-there
was the object! She could see its lights. And now the lights
started spinning. "The whole bottom of the vessel started
spinning," she told me. "We were so close, I could see a
division of the vehicle, I mean a break in the top and the
bottom parts of it; an area separated the two. Like the top part
was dislocated from the bottom part. The bottom part started
spinning!"
And as she drove, she
glanced at the road, then up. God, it's spinning! And
suddenly the object shot away at horrendous speed leaving behind
a luminous purple streak or cloud of light. Incredible! she
thought. As Mary drove, she began to pick up another
object in the sky, and then another. She pulled over. She and
Jack looked at the weird objects in the sky.
"They were going
sideways," she said, her voice punctuated with short pauses,
then rushing on. "Going sideways in a line. Different than stars
and planets. Completely different than airplanes. They would go
up and down, spinning; move a little up and down and to the
side. I could see them when they stopped spinning. We used the
binoculars. They were V-shaped. There were 12 of them in the
sky. When the first object was close, it was V-shaped with a
nose, like a pug-nosed V. The others were much further away. We
started driving again, and as we were driving, the other objects
were moving closer to the first. All the objects came to a
uniform line. A lot of them were together in one little area."
She could
make out the shape of faces inside pressed against the
windshield.
And now, Mary and Jack
found themselves in a new place, Mary gripping the wheel as the
car came down out of the mountain, her eyes flitting, her mind
racing-What did I just see? - the boys still asleep in
the back, having slept through it all, Mary and Jack approaching
the big bridge that's right there near Foster Reservoir, their
hearts hammering in their chests, not believing what they had
just seen. And in the starlight, they could see that there were
campers off the side of the road past the bridge. There was a
motor home, and she could make out the shape of faces inside
pressed against the windshield. Six or seven people standing
outside their vehicles. Four or five people in a camper. All
looking, looking. Very strange. People quietly looking at
something across the reservoir.
A bright light was coming
up, rising up, up, up from behind the mountains beyond the
reservoir. A bright, white light. Mary pulled over and stopped.
She and Jack stared, paralyzed with surprise. By now, the light
had made its way above the reservoir. Then, down the
reservoir! It shot down the reservoir! To the south!
Instantaneously! And a glow, as if dawn was suddenly
breaking behind the distant mountains on the other side of the
reservoir, illuminating the night. "It got light; it got so
light," Mary said. She rolled down her window. "What's that?"
she asked Jack. Little flickers of different colored light;
little spots of red and green from something rising up from
behind the mountain where the sky-illumination was. "And these
perfect, moon-shaped balls started coming up over the mountains.
They looked like giant planets floating right at the rim of the
horizon. Like a little army of planets rising. They looked
silver. Huge, huge. Huge! They were twice the size of the
full moon, maybe three times as big. They were above the trees
on the mountain. A couple of them were bobbing, bobbing up and
down."
The white light that had
shot to the south, it moved back slowly, slowly, to its original
position, as if it were searching for something. The reservoir
water was illuminated by the white light. Then, lights flickered
underneath the white light, different colored lights coming on,
flickering. For a moment it looked like a giant jellyfish with
lights underneath. The white light with its colored lights moved
down from its position in the air, and Mary wondered if this was
the triangle she had seen. "It came down like a top and turned
to a side position. For a moment it looked like a V shape, then
like a jellyfish. I think I was looking up from the underneath.
I wonder if the V shape had changed; but it didn't appear to be
the same vessel. And it looked like it was melting, like it was
extremely hot. This purple stream of fog came out. I could see a
slight purple fog, and the fog would slowly fade out. The light
would hover a few feet, and the different-colored lights
wouldn't come on, and no purple. But when the lights came on, it
would move a few feet, as if it was coasting or floating. When
it moved further, it seemed like it needed a shot of energy, and
I could see this purple-this purple exhaust. I could see through
the purple exhaust. It was semi-transparent. When the light made
only short movements, there was no purple."
Mary was scared. Jack sat
bewildered, frozen. The white light hovered, then moved. The
light couldn't stay still. It would shoot up a little, then to
the sides. Movements like a humming bird. "That's what it
reminded me of," Mary said, "like the movements of a humming
bird." Beyond, there, above the far mountains, sat about eight
of the balls. To Mary's right, far south, two to three sat above
a small valley. Motionless. Light silver, almost invisible, but
there; hanging there but as if they were trying to be invisible.
And the white light still traveling above the reservoir. It
moved to the left, to the north, then south. And then for a
minute it was gone through the trees. Then it was visible and
moving toward them, approaching. Terrified, Mary and Jack leaned
back. Closer, within 50 yards or so. Mary heard a loud noise,
like rocks falling. The sky above the reservoir was lit up; she
could see the smooth surface of the water. And the spinning
white light dropped out of sight. "Let's leave!" Mary shouted.
And she backed up and left the other vehicles and their
passengers behind.
She sped down the road and
reached Highway 20. Before they entered the highway, they pulled
over and looked back. The sky all around the reservoir was lit
up, a glow of white light. Driving quickly through Sweet Home,
they could see the lights on in people's houses; there were too
many lights on, she thought. Something was wrong. It was nearly
3:00 a.m. Why were there so many lights? It was as if the town
was undergoing an invasion. Mary's mind was supercharged, her
senses in high gear; her blood pounding.
She sat and
looked, completely alert, her nerves shivering.
Finally, pulling into the
driveway of Mary's house in Brownsville, Jack carried the
children out of the car and laid them in their beds. Mary went
out onto the verandah. She sat and looked to the north. Three
bright objects were above the big tree in her yard. She brought
out the binoculars. One of the objects dropped down, moved
horizontally, and then rose vertically up. One of the white
lights, an intense glowing form, was moving and drifting,
drifting down into the distant trees. Another object had a
shimmering bottom like a mirage trembling above a hot street.
She sat and looked, completely alert, her nerves shivering, and
sometime before dawn all three objects shot away and out of
sight. She dragged herself to bed. Wide-awake later that
morning, she felt compelled to tell someone, she had to tell
someone. This was the most incredible thing she had ever seen.
She ended up calling the Sweet Home Chamber of Commerce, who had
heard of me through a newspaper story and notified me.
On June 13, 1997, I spoke
with Mary long distance. I could barely keep up with her as I
hastily took notes, slowing her down to ask the necessary
questions. Could these have been stars? Impossible, she said.
Too big. Too bright. Wrong shape. Not a figment of her
imagination. Incredible, but true. Amazing. Just amazing. Jack
had told her not to call anyone. "But I had to tell someone,"
she said. "I'm so glad you called. I'm so glad."
And so that, dear reader,
is Mary's story. I can't prove any of it happened; but to me,
she was one of the most sincere UFO witnesses I have interviewed
in a long time. Her story was charged with an emotion, a tenor,
a quality difficult to describe-the experience of a first-time
UFO witness; of a human being who will not soon forget her
unexpected immersion into the unknown.
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