|Occurred : 9/1/1975 22:00 (Entered as : 09/01/1975 22:00)
Reported: 11/16/2006 8:06:48 PM 20:06
Location: Valencia, CA
|In Valencia, Ca. the craft I was watching, was watching me.
What is now known as the Santa Clarita Valley use to have a lot of farm land and rolling hills covered in Oaks in 1975. I am not sure about the exact date; but in the housing tract known as Old Orchard One, in Valencia, California, I had been waiting up for my Mother to come home from a late night Bible Study Group. I fell asleep on our exceptionally large sofa. I woke up sometime around 10pm; my Mother had covered me with a comfy blanket and was asleep on the other end of the sofa. I got up from the sofa and went down the hall to the bathroom. I then walked to the kitchen getting myself a glass of water from the sink. Instead of going to my room, I went back to the living room, pulled the covers over me, and curled up on the sofa; I glanced out our large dinning room windows, noticed the street light, and turned towards the wall. Eyes wide open; I remembered cleaning leaves from the neighbor’s lawn, and tidying up the garage that summer for spending cash. "There was no street light there.?!" I rolled over and saw a large oval shaped, what looked liked a silver metal color, craft. It had head lights, like those on a big rig, I could see detail, and the lights appeared to be spaced, going all the way around the outer rim of the craft. The lights changed colors; blue, red, green, white. It made no sound that I could hear. It sat about three feet above the neighbor’s roof, and covered the entire roof. The neighbor is aprox. one home over and across a street.
I thought to myself, “no one is going to believe this.” I even questioned in my mind, would people even believe my Mother. I knew, my Father being of a logical nature, people would be more likely to believe him. My instinct was to wake my Father, but he was in the back bedroom, down the hall. I slowly moved the covers down and slowly sat up, the craft moved up in the air slightly, so I slowly laid back down, the craft coming down to its original position. I sat there a moment, starring at the craft and wondering, I repeated the same action, again the craft followed by movements moving upward and returning as I laid back down. Okay, I thought, the craft appears to be mimicking my movement; “this thing is watching me.” I kept watching the craft and thinking what to do, I did not want to be the only witness. I slowly sat up a third time and again, simultaneously, the craft moved up higher into the air, so I laid back down, the craft returning to a hovering position over the roof. I decided to wake my Mother gently; I kicked her foot several times with mine, until she stirred. My Mother, now slightly awake, responded. I asked her in a whisper, "Mom don't move, just listen. Are your awake?" My Mother replied, "Yes." I told my Mother to very slowly roll over and look out the dining room window, but not to make any sudden movements. Well, she rolled over slowly just fine, the scream that followed and the jumping up and running towards the dinning room window wasn't part of the plan. The craft went straight up into the air, dimmed, went bright, then, I know this sounds strange, but the craft made itself look like a star. Dad came running but didn't understand why our knees were shaking looking at a star. We called the Sheriff and tried to explain, but it sounded so strange, we just decided to hang up. We watched what looked like a star move with the rest of the stars until dawn. Several nights thereafter, at around 10pm, in the sky, in the same general area, a light would come in dim at first, go extremely brig! ht, and then appear to be just another star. We decided to keep the curtains closed after that.
The morning after the incident, I stood in our yard, and looked at the spot where the craft had been and said out loud, "tell my baby I Love them." I have no explanation why I said that.
Now, I am not a UFO hunter, never will be, don't want people bothering me, but for the record, so others know, our children had “close encounters.” We don’t discuss the matter much, we just know these incidents did happen. We live our life with all the joy God gave us, and realize what can you do? You can’t change it, you can’t really talk about it, and you don’t want anyone to know, so “it” just happened, and we’re okay, we don’t live in fear and still enjoy looking at a beautiful night sky.
((NUFORC Note: Witness indicates that the date of the incident is approximate. PD))
((NUFORC Note: Witness elects to remain totally anonymous; provides no contact information. PD))