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Circa 26th December 1980. Location Cornwall. South Coast.
The walk along the clifftop had not been hurried. 4pm in the evening after a desire to walk off, some of the Christmas pudding? The sense to bring a torch with him though it should be noted, the batteries were getting low, the light was dim. Sufficient to light the way ahead, safely; but dim.
Not that he, was not used to that path. He had walked it in his youth, regularly over the years. True, some of it had been diverted away from the edges that had crumbled into the sea. The outline of the old rusted metal spikes that had once held a fence in place to stop tourists from straying too close to the edge.
Approaching a clearing on the clifftop, that led to a large expanse of open flat land. At night it held a hundred eyes eerily lit up beneath the moonlight from the rabbits munching on the grass. Tonight it was not the local wild life that had his attention. Above him the air became electrified as though he was witness to a massive electrical storm? The sky lit up and the orange yellow resembling fire in the heavens from a picture he had once seen? At the centre of that becoming clearer was an object?
Descending from above, triangular in shape, it seemed to be spinning like some boomerang returning to its owner. Ever downwards. Slowing down to shimmer in the half light. Landing? He crouched down, stayed still, breathing in the cold night air, the little wisps of white from his breath lingering in front of him. A car? Approaching from the distance moving towards the object. Now slowing to a halt as from it steps a male and female.
An an avid bird watcher, he had his binoculars. Not usually used at this time of the night! Tonight? The area around the craft was well lit. Well hidden, he could prop them on the rock he was behind, to peer through them.
The male was well built, tall and against the female, she was smaller in height. Both of them had dark hair and the clothing they were wearing, was not what he, would have considered suitable for the cold of night. It did not seem to bother them. Neither were taking any notice, or so it appeared about the cold. Minus freezing? At least 2 degrees below according to his all systems watch.
Well the one that had been working. The display frozen not by the cold but? He tapped the top of it. Nothing. Returned to looking at the strangers.
The hatch to the craft had opened. From it, had stepped to greet the male and female; two females. He caught his breath. They were wearing thin almost transparent clothing and still, the extreme cold did not affect them? The full outline of female form, captured to perfection? He could have been looking at two centerfolds from a Playboy magazine, albeit wearing some clothing, but beautifully proportioned.
From behind them, moving past them to the car. Two females and a male. The two females could have been twins! In fact, looking at the male and the female? He almost dropped his glasses. The faces on them were almost identical! Triplets? Suddenly one of the females from the craft, stopped talking. Her head turned and looked towards him? Through lenses he could see her face, her eyes, her lips? Slight purple tinge to her skin.
It was the tiny flicker of light that interrupted his thoughts. Leaving the craft a ball of flickering light that moved towards him. Ducking down behind the rock? It was now above him! Hovering? Seconds passed before it shot off back to the craft.
Moving to glance over the rock the car disappearing in the distance as the craft started to rise the tiny orb of light vanishing.
The skies above him once again as though on fire. Spiraling upwards and the craft was gone! At home much later, he made some hot chocolate, slung some Contreau into it and settled back.whilst he went over what he had witnessed in his mind.
UFO's? Aliens? Yet these were not squat triangular shaped beings! No one would believe anything he might have to say about what he had seen. Crazy talk!
Turning on the television, early hours of the morning of the 28th Dec. All about a UFO in Rendlesham Forest? What the?
He wondered if if was the same one. Seen over Air bases in the UK?
Triangular in shape and seeming to be checking out the UK's early warning systems, its military bases before vanishing?
Had what he had seen when the skies had been ablaze, a portal opening to let that craft through? If so, who was to say that there were no other portals similar around the UK, let alone the world?
One thing was certain. Those faces? He would never forget the look of the female staring at him. He could swear, she knew he was there! As for the others. Perfection? Too perfect! Why did he sense beneath the surface, the beauty was only skin deep? Whoever these being were, he had an uneasy sense they were not to make friends with the Human race. If that was true, then they had only one other motive. To infiltrate us. Discover our weaknesses. Prepare us for their invasion forces?
"Take statements. Ensure the utmost secrecy is maintained and have our lot come up with a decent cover story!"
Major General Walsh sat down, slumped back in his chair. "I want Tony on this night and day. Tell him to form up a team and keep a lid on it!
Nothing! I repeat NOTHING! Must be allowed to leak out to the press or others to enforce their beliefs in UFO's Aliens! I do NOT want a bloody Roswell out of all of this! Get me the Prime Minister on the phone. We need a meeting of Defence Chiefs of staff and those elected to be in the know on such matters of security."
"We can feed that Ufologist Tom Biddle some believable rubbish and then denounce him later?" "Excellent idea. Make the meetings secretive. They like the ones who lurk around them and then spill their so called encounters. Few little tit bits to hook him, once baited, keep him hooked until the one who spilled to him confesses it was all a hoax!"
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