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

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