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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