"Edgar Wolphe" <SpamTrap@spamcop.com> wrote in message
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Stalked By A Unidentified Flying Object on Highway #16 In
British Columbia, Canada.

(reposted from the UFO Updates List)
The original report below, sighting in Houston, British Columbia
came from Mr. Peter Davenport at the NUFORC:

(http://www.ufocenter.com/

as he thought I would be interested in looking into the case due
to it being in the area where I live. HBCC UFO called the lady
who filed the report to Peter and I had a long conversation with
her.  I did not realize just how much more there was to the
case. Also the lady who I named Connie in this report will
writing up a full version of all events that have taken place
over the years.

I would like to express my many thanks to Peter Davenport for
passing along this case to me for follow-up and to the kind lady
for taking the time to have a wonderful conversation with me.


Houston, British Columbia

Date: August 8, 1998
Time:  2:00 a.m.

It was 2:00 a.m. and I was headed East on the Yellowhead
Highway, Hwy 16. I was just a few miles outside of Houston.  I
had just left the little town of Smithers and I was looking for
a Fair Grounds that I had thought they had there to stay
overnight with 5 horses that I had brought out of Alaska.  I had
traveled this highway lots of times and usually stayed in
Vanderhoof or Quesnel but the road had been bad coming down the
Cassiar Hwy and had slowed me down.  My traveling companions
besides the 5 equines consisted of my SharPei dog (CharChar) and
1 cat (Sally).  It was my traveling companions that alerted me
to something unusual in the beginning. Char started  howling in
a strange way and was looking out the rear window.  I could see
a strange white glow on her when I turned around.  At first this
registered as light coming off my front running lights on the
horse trailer, the problem being they are orange, not white.
Still did not register with me that there was anything unusual
yet.  Then Sally, the cat, started making strange noises I never
had heard before and she actually jumped up on the seat in front
with me then jumped back to the back and went under the seat.
 Her hackles were up at the time.

Meanwhile, Char is running from the back rear window to me and
whining and her hackles are up.  I was at this point starting to
get spooked.  I had slowed down considerably looking for the
Fair Grounds and had been leaning forward on the steering wheel
(there was some ground fog in the valleys there too).  It was at
this time that I realized the truck was glowing with a white
light and the ground around me also was.  It was like I was in a
big spotlight with  one of those new blue-white headlights they
have out now.

I leaned forward and looked up and realized that there was
something over me.  It was as larger than a large full moon in
size in the sky and was a glowing green color with this large
white light in the middle.  Like a stupid idiot I really slowed
down and rolled my window down and listened. I heard no engines.
 At this point I am trying to justify this with a meteor,
crashing plane, helicopter, anything but imagining that I could
be the perfect "UFO medical experiment on wheels, 5 equine,1
feline,1 canine and 1 hominid." This my daughter later reminded
me of and we had a good laugh, however I failed to see the humor
in it at the time it was happening. I don't think I directly
thought of this however I know it had to be in my mind.

The object suddenly removed the light from me and then sped
forward. I was at this point going up a hill and it appeared to
be going to the top of the hill to land.  It was at this point I
actually saw 3 points of light that were red or orange on the
edge.  I thought they might have been engine exhaust or after
burners.  It was a little unclear with the fog I was going in
and out of.  This was not a heavy fog, more like a mist. It
hesitated at the crest of the hill then suddenly made a sharp
turn and headed due North from me.  It was at this point that I
realized that I had come to a complete stop in the Highway.
 Myself and Char were just staring at this thing.  I can't tell
you what was running through her mind but I can tell you I was
now scared.

It went through this mist and went right up and over a small
mountain there. I could see the glow of light from beyond the
mountain like it had landed. I got going again quite quickly and
stopped in the next town to call my husband.  He is in the USAF
and while I am relating all this to him it was at this time I
realized that the entire Convenience Store was now quiet.
Everyone in there was listening to me! One of the customers in
there told me that there had been sightings in the area all
Summer!  Well I ask if there was a RCMP close at hand because I
still thought that maybe I should report it.

The clerk in the store he did not think the office for just
reporting would be open at this time so I just determined I
would call later.  There were 2 logging truck drivers there that
said that I could park between them if I was still scared since
they would be there until 6:00 when the mill opened. This is
exactly what I did.

The next morning I started off again headed for
Arlington,Washington. Somewhere before Prince George I spied a
RCMP on the side of the road running radar and it was a woman.
 I thought this would be the chance to talk to someone so I
parked on the side of the road and approached her vehicle.  I
had made sure that I had picked up one of my Business Cards
first.(I run a horse transport business so I do a lot of
traveling at night. It is easier on the horses especially in the
Summer.  I also had lived 17 years in Alaska so I knew this Hwy
and this was a first for me on it.)

When I came up the first thing out of mouth was that here was my
business card, that I did not do drugs nor rarely drank and
certainly had been doing neither the previous night.  She
listened to my tale then handed the card back to me and kind of
chuckled.  Without saying anything to me she got on the radio
back to Houston, BC, Canada and told them I would be calling in
a report.  I interrupted her to ask if it would be a problem if
I called once I got to a land line in Washington and she said
yes.  Well this went better than I had expected.  I really
thought that she might have been calling out the "paddy wagon"
with the straight jackets for me.  It was at this time after
speaking on the radio she got out of the car and looked at me
straight on.  She then proceeded to tell me she believed me and
did not think that I was a "NUT" since if I was a nut seeing
things at night then they had 2 RCMP's that were the same and
were seeing things in broad daylight.  She said that a craft had
been sited in the same area just a few days before.

I proceeded on feeling much better actually.  When I got to
Arlington, Washington at a motel I called the desk at the RCMP's
at Houston and gave them a full report.


Visitations By Little People

The story is real but the names in this report below are
fictitious for obvious reasons.

Connie  Driver of the vehicle who had the amazing encounter in
Houston, British Columbia.


I telephoned the witness as I had a number of question I wanted
to ask her. She lives with her husband on their ranch in North
Carolina. The lady was such a pleasant person to talk with, also
owns her own business and has degrees in anthropology and
archaeology from the University of Houston, Texas. As far as I
am concerned she is a very credible witness who gave a number of
details in her report that only residents in my area would know
about.

As we chatted about what took place that early morning, she went
on to tell me about some other frightening experiences which has
followed her throughout her life. The sad part to the story is
that not only is she being effected, but members of her family
and now her young grandchild as well. When I hear about children
being involved with such events it saddens me. It is bad enough
for adults to deal with the strange happenings, but to know that
children are having visitations, etc.. it really does break my
heart.

The lady went on to say that her daughter was joking with her
about her being a rolling medical experiment on wheels, as she
was carrying her pets, horses and of course herself. When her
daughter said this, Connie didn't find it very amusing due to
what has, and still is, going on in her family.

Connie told me she has had some other troubling times in her
family. Her son had an experience and Connie as well. Connie
said she called them her little people. She told me she had many
dreams, not so much vivid ones, but dreams. But she was very
upset when her  son, then three years old and when all of them
were living in Alaska. It got so bad that she took her son to a
psychologist thinking a three year old couldn't make up such a
story if something wasn't taking place. Connie not knowing at
the time when she made the appointment for her son that the
psychologist was a child specialist. The psychologist said to
Connie that her son kept talking about this "thing" over and
over while they were in the psychologist office. The lady
psychologist told Connie you would not believe how many children
come through her office telling a similar story, of these
unusual experiences. Connie mentioned to the psychologist that
even when she was a child, and now an adult she still has her
dreams about her visitors or little people. Connie told me that
her husband doesn't even want to hear about any of the
experiences anymore, mainly due to not being able to do anything
about them ( a feeling of helplessness).  But it wasn't until
the summer of 1987 when Connie and all of her children went to
Barnes and Noble book store in Austin Texas to pick up a book
she was interested in reading. While looking around the book
store, her young son asked his mother if he could go and look at
some of the children's books. Connie said yes, but told him that
he was not to wander off and stay where she was able to keep him
in her sight. As the youngster made his way to the children's
book section he went around a corner, or a different book
section which displayed other book topics. All of a sudden all
of the shoppers in the book store could hear a young child yell
out, "here's my monster Mom"!

Connie's son came running back to her with a book in his hand,
again yelling out, "here's my monster Mom". What the little boy
was holding in his hands was a copy of Mr. Whitley Srieber's
book, Communion. On the front cover of the book was this young
boys monster, a being with large dark almond shape eyes. Connie
told me after her son gave out the loud yell you could have
heard a pin drop in the book store as everyone was looking in
their direction. Connie took the book from her son, went through
the check out and paid for the copy. She wanted to have an idea
of what was frightening her child. It wasn't until she got home
and later that evening when laying in bed reading a book she had
already started did she realize the book in her hands was
another one by Whitley Srieber. She had not put two and two
together and was rather surprised.

Connie went on to say that now her six year old granddaughter is
going through the same things as her son had. Judy tells her
Mother and Grandmother that there are little old men who visit
me in the night. More information will be coming on how the
little girl is doing.

Connie told me when she was a little girl she was terrified of
the dark and insisted on having the lights on when she was
sleeping, and she told me it is still like this today. Also she
doesn't sleep very well.

Connie also discussed some other bizarre things that happened to
her over the years of these visitations. One time while still
living in Alaska she had a frightful nightmare, woke up the next
morning with a burn mark on her tailbone. This burned circle on
her back stayed with her for approximately two weeks and she did
seek medical help over it. Connie also told me that she has had
bad nose bleeds since she was a child, and the same with her
son. On one of Connie's trips this last year something
extraordinary took place. She was having excruciating headaches
and had nightmares before she had left home, matter of fact she
woke up the night before she left on her trip and saw beings
standing in the doorway. Her nose bleeds became very severe and
 her husband said we are going to have to take you in to see a
doctor when you come back off the road trip.

Connie at this time was transporting horses and was calling her
husband on the telephone. On one call she made to her husband at
a stop over at a motel, Connie said that her nose was very
stuffed up, bad pain above her eye and was taking aspirin for
the pain. She said she was continually blowing her nose and
getting more blood from her nostril the more she blew until her
left nostril was completely stuffed up and no air could pass
through it. Finally still trying to clear her sinuses she blew
into a tissue a couple more times when something broke free. To
her surprise in her tissue was a piece of material approx: one
half inch long, one quarter inch wide and had the strangest
little nodules on the material. Connie said the debris felt like
bone and was pinkish in color. Seeing she was frightened, on her
own and upset, Connie flushed the material down the toilet at
the motel. Ever since that day she discarded this bit of
material, she has had no more problems.

A sad part to this story is that Connie had to help with her
grandmother. At the time the doctors thought Connie's
grandmother was mentally ill and wanted to have her committed.
This was due to her seeing things at her home during the nights.
She also walked around with a flashlight all night long Connie
told me. As we know with the abduction experience it seems to
run through the families, sometimes starting with the
grandparents to their children, to their children and on and on
it can go. So was Connie's grandmother having visitations ? Even
after Connie's grandmother had passed away and the house was
bought by another family member, strange happenings still go on
to this day in that home.

Brian Vike

Director HBCC UFO Research

Reality is nothing more than a mathematical abstraction...
or a really good steak.

Peter Davenport is a monthly guest on Jeff Rense's internet broadcast
(www.rense.com); they're all archived online and the audio streams never
seem to breakup, even on a dialup connection.
A really eye-opening site.