CLOSE ENCOUNTERS WITH AN ALIEN
Monday 29th April, 1996 / posted May 12, 1996
Source: Daily Mail newspaper
Retired Army Captain and former Republican Ernest 'Scottie' Scott was
a lieutenant when he saw a UFO 32 years ago. He reported it to his
superiors, who said that if he valued his career he should forget it.
He duly kept silent about the experience for more than ten years.
Nevertheless, he can still recount it with military attention to
detail. Spreading maps across his dining-room table, he shows you the
exact spot where he saw strange lights on the road between Berhamsted
in Hertfordshire and Wendover, Buckinghamshire.
"I had just come back from Cyprus and had fallen for an RAF nurse
called Frankie," he recalls. "We'd been out for a drink at a pub
called the Three Horse Shoes at Letchmore Heath near Elstree
aerodrome. I was driving Frankie back to her quarters in my brand-new
MG Midget - she had a curfew of midnight. It was about 11.05pm when we
stopped to talk by the side entrance of a golf club near some
woodland. It was a moonlit night with clear skies.
"At about 11.40pm I pulled up the hood of the car because it was
getting chilly and lit my pipe before getting ready to drive Frankie
back to her camp, which was about a mile along the A4011."
"I was about to start the car when a huge light descended slowly, at
roughly the same speed as a parachute. It was so blindingly bright I
could hardly look at it. It travelled in a controlled arc and was
revolving."
"I was astonished and intrigued, but not in the least frightened.
Frankie grabbed my arm and we watched in complete silence until
whatever it was disappeared behind the trees in a wood. I wanted to go
and look."
"This is the point at which it becomes difficult to come to terms with
what happened next. I recall getting out of the car and Frankie
screaming. She was terrified, hysterical. I remember running across
the road, coming to a wire fence and thinking: 'This wood is thick.'"
The thing I recall is sitting in the car and saying to Frankie, who
was still hysterical: "I want to investigate this." Frankie was
demanding to go.
"I tried to start the car. It was only a couple of weeks old but
nothing worked. No electrics. No lights. I turned the key and nothing
happened. (A couple of days later I took it to Middlesex Motors at
Stanmore and had it checked over. They could find nothing wrong.)"
"I got out of the car and pushed it down the one-in-ten hill, heading
north. It cruised down a couple of hundred yards to the T-junction
with the A4011, when everything started working again - as inexlicably
as it had stopped. We got back to RAF Halton within a couple of
minutes and the guard at the gate house gave Frankie a roasting. He
said it was 2am. and she would be on a charge."
"At that moment the significance of the time did not strike me. Then,
after I'd dropped Frankie at her quarters, I asked the guard if he had
seen a very bright light. He said: "Yes, I did. That was hours ago." I
asked him the time again. He said 2.15am. I replied: "It can't be."
Two hours were simply unaccounted for.
Ernest drove back to his aunts home, where he was staying on leave.
Unaccountably, although he was very fit, he felt debilitating
tiredness which remained for several weeks. The next day he reported
his sighting at police station closest to the incident. "The police
man made some notes but I suspect he thought I was an idiot. Two weeks
later I picked up Frankie and we went back to the police station to
see if there had been other reports of the lights. The duty officer
said there had been none. When he checked the incident book for
entries, the page on which my statement had been taken was missing.
I spoke to some senior people in my regiment about it and they said:
"If you want to pursue your career, forget it." So I did.
Although Mr Scott did not speak further about the strange lights, he
is still plagues by a recurrint dream. In it, a dwarfish creature
crouches under a steel couch on which Mr Scott is lying and looks up
at him with a disconcerting grin.
Five or six years later Mr Scott was driving home on the A4155 from
Henley On Thames, Ofordshire, to Marlow, Buckinghamshire, just before
1am when he saw more lights - dazzling and multicoloured, eminating
from an object the size of a telephone kiosk with a conical top.
"The thing hovered and touched the ground 20 yards away from me. There
was a whistling or humming. I remember thinking: "I am going to get
out and look at that." I put my foot on the brakes.
The next thing I remember, I was driving through Marlow. The trip from
Henley to High Wycombe used to take me 40 minutes. That night I lost
about an hour and a half. Mr Scott, 54, who has a degree in physics,
could offer no explanation for the strange lights or the lost hours.
"At the time I could not equate the two incidents. Often I though I
must be going nuts. How can two hours just disappear?"
It was not untill four years later when he overheard a group of people
talking about UFOs in the Sussex pub he used to own that he revealed
his experience. "I was surprised that they took me seriously - and
rather comforted," he says.
He has studied martial arts since the age of seven and is a second dan
and instructor. Although he already possesed healing and comforting
skills, he believes they have been enhanced and extended into a
spiritual dimension.
He cannot prove that there is a link that there is a likn with his
close encounter; he only knows that he now has the ability to cure by
touch.
"After the second incident a friend had a painful shoulder," he says.
"I went to massage it but before I had even touched it, he said:
'Thats better.'"
Mr Scott makes no extravegant claims about the sightings. To sceptics,
he says simply that he is telling the truth. "I don't talk about it
often, neither do I care if people laugh. I know what I saw," he says.
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