In
one way or another I have been involved with ufo’s and the
paranormal since an
early age:
Since
babyhood in fact,
seeing how
my Christening photos
show a
phantom
visitor
standing next to a
friend of
my
mother’s…pictures which have
been
analysed by
experts, yet they could
provide no
logical explanation for
the
strange images.
I
believe I was even taken by aliens once or twice during my
childhood years, as
my
flashbacks
suggest, but that’s
another
story on it’s
own.
Yet
it was the early spring of 1980 when it really hit home to
me that I was a
target
for
them.
The
time was about 7.30pm, and I had just put my little
daughter to bed,
before going into my lounge to switch the TV on and have
a good rest.
Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to
transpire.
All
of a sudden my relaxation was shattered as I suddenly
noticed someone there
outside,
practically right up
against my
lounge window!
My
first fleeting thoughts were how could he have got in? as
we have high wooden
fencing and
bushes three quarters of
the way
round and link wire
fence-dived
gardens on the
other
side…then my thoughts turned to calling the police.
This
intruder was of absolutely
giant
stature,
which I
judged
to be no less than
6ft
7ins
high,
so tall in fact that
he
was bending
his head down
into
the little
fanlight window
to
peer into my room!
I
looked-on startled, terrified and yet outraged at the
cheek of whoever this
might have
been.
As I
stared, I could see that the
uninvited
visitor
was
dressed
in
black from head to
foot,
had a
helmet-type of
head-covering
with
something like a
black visor on
it,
(yet this
helmet seemed
to
blend into
the suit somehow), and
he was
wearing what I
assumed to be
gauntlets.
click here for large drawing of my 1st
encounter
I froze to the spot, thinking to myself that either
this is an extremely tall person dressed in bikers gear,
or as my heart told me,
it’s
something not of this
world…“Don’t
blow this Hil”, I
thought, “stay as
calm
as
you
can
and
observe as much as you can,
it’s
important to your
research.””
At
this point the visitor raised his right hand.
For
some reason I did the same and raised my right hand as if
in reply.
Next, this “being” suddenly moved, but without walking…
zooming backwards, a good 5ft and up to my garden wall.
Then the figure moved up
on to the
garden steps at least
another 5ft to
his left…again
without
walking,
as I
didn’t
notice
any legs and the
movements were
truly super-humanly
fast.
Because of his huge stature he blocked out
most of the view of my
neighbors’ greenhouse and shed, and I noticed as
he stood there that the sunlight was
making a sheen on ‘his’ suit, but I had never seen
a material quite like
he
was
‘wearing’ before.
Then
the visitor quickly vanished
right
before my
eyes.
Yet
rather than frighten me off the whole subject of ufo’s and
aliens, this
encounter
served
to
strengthen my interest
further.
With
the help of The UFO Info
Exchange
Library in
Swindon,
Wiltshire,
(of
which I was
a member at that
time), I had
already set up a special UFO
telephone
hotline for others
to report
sightings to
me…and 3
months
after my man in black
experience, I
had a
phone call
from
two nurses at
High Hurlands Hospital, Liphook,
Hampshire.
It
was on a Sunday evening in July, time 9.45pm.
The
hospital sisters where so upset and distraught they
actually couldn’t speak much
at
first, but I managed to
reassure
them and told them to
take as long
as they
wanted.
Gradually they calmed down and started to relate what was
going on; they said
that
for some months now there
had been
a UFO
that
flew
over
the
hospital and
hovered there for quite some time.
Apparently they had observed it’s movements very well,
and told me how the object always came from the Guildford
direction then moved
away southerly,
towards the
Portsmouth
area.
But
they went on to say things have got very scary now; this
craft seems to be
getting bolder as
time goes on, and is
now “landing in
the old orchard
within
the grounds
of the
hospital”,
and a big, tall
“being” is often seen prowling the
area
following each
landing.
As
with my own encounter, they said that the being doesn’t
walk but just “moves at
incredible
speed”.
“Staff coming off, or going on duty from the nurse’s home
are seeing this visitor
popping up
all
over
the
place, and
they are
terrified.”
Not
only that but this “being” has taken to “coming right up
to the windows of
the
wards, and we have handicapped, sick children to care for,
so we are having
to
put the blinds down as it’s scaring the life out of these
little ones.”
The
lights of this craft could be seen from a window in the
staffing quarters, and
very
bravely one of the nurses
went
just
outside
the
door,
armed with her
camera, and took several pictures, but because it was
very dark they didn’t turn out.
I
was sympathetic and stunned by all the things these nurses
had to tell me; then
they
asked me if I would go straight down to Liphook to
investigate, but I explained that I had a small daughter
to look after. I was on
my own and
couldn’t leave her, as
she too was
handicapped.
The
nurses understood and I said that I would try and get help
for them as another
researcher, Omar
Fowler, lived
near-by.
It
was not long while I was mulling over all that had
happened, that the “penny
dropped”.
The
nurses had described this visitor as very tall, dressed
all in black, and
wearing
a
strange helmet with a visor in it.
This
description matched with my
own
encounter only
3
months
before, plus I have
a
special needs child.
I
thought hard on this situation.
Maybe humans who are carers and nurses are being
monitored by the aliens, and perhaps in a world of
never-ending wars and
suffering,
these “being’s” are
studying the
loving, caring side of
humanity.
Anyway, next I heard was that Omar Fowler was taking the
hospital case on and so I left it in his very capable
hands.
Things seemed to go quite for a while, then, one rainy
evening, in late November 82, this alien/paranormal
visitor came to my house
again!
And
this time I had as a witness, a friend playing with my
daughter Sally in the
lounge!
She
was in the alcove to the side of the curtains, and my
daughter was lying on the
floor
watching the TV.
Suddenly there were several loud bangs on the window
pain, and my friend stepped
back
to see whom on earth this
could it
be.
At
this time I was totally unaware of what had just happened
as I was cooking
the
evening meal, when suddenly my friend came rushing towards
me, arms
outstretched,
“Oh
Hil” she said, as she buried her head into my shoulder
shaking and crying,
“You
have a prowler… but he’s
gone
now”. “He
was
very
tall,
dressed in black and he
started banging on the window to
attract Sally’s attention;
“he didn’t
know I was behind the
curtains, and I think I must have given him a
bit of a
shock… because when he saw
me he went off.”
She
told me that he was dressed all in black with a
helmet on and a huge
black gauntlet
covered hand.
My
friend insisted I phone the police, so to keep her happy I
did, and they said
they
would keep a watch on things around there….
At
no time could I reveal what really took place, as it would
have blown my
friend’s
mind
and the police would have
thought
us
both
barmy.
All
these years later I still can’t sit with the curtains open
in the evening
without thinking that the being in black might return
again someday.
Hilary Ann Porter
