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Encounters / Harold K.  > Submitted by: Harold K. > Date: July 1977 > Location: Highway 80 near Reno, Nev. > Experience: Abduction > Shape: Moving Lights > Hynek Classification: Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind > Vallee Classification: CE5 > Source Reliability Rating: 3 In early July 1977, my two sons and myself were traveling in a small pickup truck on [Interstate] Highway 80 between Reno, Nev., and Salt Lake City. I can see the stretch of highway as clear today as the day we were abducted. ... I have never heard anyone who claims to have been abducted say anything like this. I was traveling maybe 70 mph when all of a sudden, over my radio, a voice told me to pull over and "wait for [us]." I did just as I was told; I could not stop myself. I mean, I had no control over my abilities, except to follow directions and stop my truck. I got out of the truck and my sons did the same. Coming up behind us was this bright ball of light. When I first spotted the light it was on the far horizon; at that time it [looked] about the size of a flashlight beam, but it was very bright even at that distance. As the light traveled closer, my oldest son, Eric, looked at me and said to me, "Oh, Dad, not again! Please don't let them do this to us again!" At that moment I realized my son was right. We had just been released by a group of aliens, and now they were coming back. Somehow, I am not sure how, my sons and I got back into the truck and started back down the highway. Then, out of nowhere, there was a roadblock of Nevada State Troopers. The cop in charge told me to move my truck over to the side of the road, [then he asked] the three of us to get out of the truck. We did as he asked, figuring they were going to help us. Instead, when the alien starship got to the roadblock, it hovered over my sons and me, and we materialized inside the ship. Someone pulled us out of a beam of light and put us on a long bench with a few hundred other people. My sons were crying, and they held on to me with all their might; I did the same, naturally. We were there for so very long that I cannot recall letting go of my sons, but I remember awakening once to try and help my sons, who were screaming at the top of their lungs. I was so terrified for them, but then somehow I was forced back onto the table I was on. When I came-to, we were all back inside the truck and traveling down the highway. It was several months later that I fully recalled that event, and when I did I was so full of terror that I could barely move ... I became petrified with fear. My oldest son seemed to know that I was having a living nightmare, and he did what he could to comfort me. My son was six years old then, but maybe he was going on 30-something instead. I now know that these people [the abductors] are responsible for a terrible disease that I have. It is called Crohn's Disease. It seems to me that these aliens are making my disease worse every time I see them or they see me. One way or another, [there] is a truth in there. I do not know if I am still part of ongoing abductions or not, because I cannot remember [the details] any longer. There is a lot more to this story, but I can only remember it in small dribs and drabs. I can never recall the parts since then, except when something triggers the emotion. But that night in the desert was the worst of my life, because I was in fine physical condition and tried to fight the aliens for my sons' sake. It did not matter, they always have the upper hand. No matter what, you cannot defeat them. At least that is what I feel when I think about it. |
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