AAER was contacted by
David, a Missouri man who had a terrifying 3-day encounter with
this orange-striped alien in 1978. His full report is below. Here is David's report.
It cannot be said of me that I am a UFO fanatic. I am
not a kook, I am not a "New Ager." What CAN
be said of me is that I am a conservative (I like Dr.
Laura and Rush Limbaugh). I am a Christian, I attended
Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. Although I
am no longer an ordained minister, I still practice my
faith, still believe in the claims of Christianity,
still read my Bible, and I pray, a lot.
My training in Seminary included Education and
Behavioral Psychology (I am a behavioralist, in
practice). I worked with youth, street gangs, kids who
wanted to escape cult groups, victims of ritual abuse,
kids who were severely abused by their families.
In my pre-Christian life (I became a Christian on
October 27th, 1986), I was an Electrical Engineering
Technologist. I took the plans Electrical Engineers
made, and made them work in the real world. To support
myself while I obtained my education, I worked as an
electrician, and electric motor re-winder, a massage
therapist (I practice Shiatsu, mostly the Masanaga
style, as well as Swedish massage and sports therapy),
a Kenpo Karate instructor, a trainer at a gym, and any
other odd job I could get my hands on. I didn't
qualify for financial aid, but I had not laid claim to
any of the scholarships I had won in school (long
story there, too).
The point behind my relaying all this is, I want you
to get a sense of who I am and where I come from. My
secular training was as an athlete, an electrician, a
technologist, and some engineering background. My
non-secular training was certainly not cozy with the
subject of UFOs. Christians are certainly aware of the
Spirit world (some still are, anyway). We know there
are demons, there are angelic beings (that are very
much mis-interpreted by too many people). As a
minister, I never included UFO studies in my repertoire,
but I always included the possibility that there are
other planets with beings on them.
I am still a student of ancient archaeology, Sumerian
writings, Egyptian belief systems, Biblical
Archaeology. My purpose in these studies was to see
where the modern American Christian Church dropped the
ball. In the course of my studies, I happened across a
book that discussed the connection between the sudden
appearance of mankind on earth, and alien beings. That
led me to several tangents, many of which are total
shams and have no merit. Some are pseudo-scientific
dribble, trying to pass itself off as legitimate
research. Often times, I discover I have to wade
through really deep piles of garbage just to obtain a
small nugget of truth and reality. I was reading one
book that triggered a significant response in my
Somewhere in 1995/96 I saw a picture of a
"grey." Actually, it was a drawing. But it
struck such a chord of terror in me, that I thought I
was going to pass out. I recall the room started
spinning, things went fuzzy, and my heart rate was
going through the roof. I thought these beings were
only the product of my imagination, or dream induced
creatures from studying about the demons many cult
groups hang around. I put the book away. If I had such
a visceral reaction to a drawing on the cover of a
book, I needed to put it away and give myself a break.
I also needed some time to process this and think.
That's when the "memories" started coming
Well, that's some background on what got me started in
the study of "aliens", "UFOs",
abduction experiences, etc. I am still a skeptic and
somewhat dubious of most (90%) of most research done
in this area. I am not sure I believe most of the
claims presented in the so-called studies done by the
so-called scientists and researchers. I do not
question their sincerity, or desire. I am possessed of
the same sincerity and desire. I question the ability
of many people to make such outlandish claims against
such a paucity of pseudo evidence.
I have dealt with mentally deranged individuals in my
practice. I have dealt with all kinds of humans in my
practice. I have been shot at, attacked, nearly
killed, etc. There are such a wide variety of
self-induced psychosis, and many of the claims made by
some abductees sound similar to some of the schizophrenic
clients I have dealt with.
My point for mentioning this is two fold, I have dealt
with some really deluded mental patients, and their
claims are more credible than many of the abduction
scenarios I have lately read. The other reason for
mentioning all this is, I have an experience I now
believe is related to the abduction stuff, and it
sounds too incredible. I sound like one of those
abduction kooks after all. I have never mentioned this
to anyone other than my ex-wife, my new wife, and
I refer, of course, to that creature on your web page,
the one with the caption, "Have you seen this
alien?" or something like it. I was following
several links on the web, feeling as if I had fallen
into the parallel universe run by the mentally insane,
when I ran across your web page, via a link on George
Filer's web page. It was the creature that has stripes
and emanates light.
I had that old familiar feeling when I saw this
picture. This creature is not one of my
"repressed" memories. I had a very real
encounter with this being, and I did not suppress it.
I still remember it as if it happened last night. This
has haunted me for a very long time. I told myself
that if there was such a thing as aliens, then, that
was one. I also consoled myself that I have never seen
a drawing or a picture of that creature, ever. I
thought I would just keep my mouth shut. I though I
was safe until I saw that picture on the web page. If that picture is not a hoax, it really captured what I saw those nights.
Here is what happened. It was around March/April of
1978. I was about 19 years old. I was attending a
small private college in the high plains in the
panhandle of Texas. I worked as an electric motor
winder at a small town electric shop. I was able to
afford tuition then because my dad was an
administrator at that college.
went practically free at that time. My folks decided
to go to Hawaii for spring break. I was staying in the
dorm. My folks asked me to house sit for them while
they were gone. I threw all my dirty laundry in a bag
and headed to the house. I was glad to have an entire
house to myself. Boys' dorms are really noisy. I got
settled in for the night.
What happened next is a big blur. I know it took 3
days, because, well, I can tell time and read a
calendar, and see the news, etc. Three days passed
like a big blur.
I went to bed the night of day one. Nothing unusual.
No creepy feelings, nothing going bump in the night.
No premonitions. Just a 19 year old college boy
enjoying some space and soaking up some quiet. My
mom's dog decided to sleep in my room. It usually
slept in my folks room. I guess it wanted company.
Over the years I have tried to sort out this next
part. I have not decided if I dreamed it, or if it
really happened. Like I told you before, I don't trust
hypnotism. What I remember is, that on the first
night, after I had gone to bed and fallen asleep, I
was awakened by my mom's dog. She was growling and
shaking and looking at my bedroom door. All this has a
real dream-like quality to it, so I don't know if it
was a dream or not.
I remember getting out of bed and barely opening the
door a crack, to see if I could see a bad guy, or
whatever the dog was growling at. The bedroom I was in
opened up to the hallway in the house. The hallway let
right into the den of the house. Off the den was a
kitchen and the door to my parents bedroom. I remember
hearing something knocking around in the den. 19 year
old boys are not too bright, and I was no
of getting out of the house, I decided I'd confront
the bad guy. As I usually sleep in the nude, I had to
stop and put my blue jeans on. I sneaked into the den
from the hallway. I got to the den and didn't see
anything. I decided to look into my parents' bedroom.
I didn't see anything there either. The kitchen was
right there near my parents' bedroom door. Off the
kitchen was the door that led to the garage. Mom's dog
followed me every inch of the way, hiding between my
legs and growling. I couldn't get a clue as to what
she was growling at either, or what direction the
object of her growls were in. The kitchen was empty,
and so was the garage. I shut the doorway that led to
the garage, went back through the kitchen and headed
toward the den.
This is where things get really sketchy. I remember
the hair standing up on the back of my neck. I
remember turning around and seeing something that
resembled a human, but it didn't feel like a human. I
was a kenpo karate teacher, so I decided to attack. I
I "came to," it was the next day, around
noon. I found that I had been wadded up and stuffed
under the kitchen counter, into the cupboard with the
pots and pans. I was naked, my blue jeans were right
where I had been standing the night before when I
attacked whatever it was. My nose was bloody and there
was blood all over me and the cupboard. I cleaned
myself up. I felt like total hell. I was sick and
disoriented all the rest of the day.
dog was hiding under the couch in the den and refused
to come out. I picked up the couch. She was shaking. I
picked her up and held her. Every time I tried to put
her down, she would jump into my arms and shiver and
whimper. I couldn't eat. My muscles felt as if I
had had them all pulled out of my body and tightened
and then replaced. I was too dazed to even think. I
was supposed to go on a date that evening. I called my
date and cancelled. I told her I was feeling sick. I
made a date with her for later in the week.
I couldn't focus on television, food, or finishing my
laundry. I was covered in bruises. My face hurt. I
felt like I had been set on fire and recently
extinguished, or left to burn out. I went outside. The
sunlight felt like a fist hitting me hard between the
eyes. I had been smashed up in karate tournaments, but
this beating was like none I had ever experienced
before. I went back in and put ice packs on my face. I
turned the air conditioner down as low as I could
because I felt as I were going to burst into flames. I
was wearing a tank-top and jeans, but it hurt to wear
clothes. I guess I fell asleep on the couch with the
dog laying on my chest.
I woke up suddenly. It was night-time. I was still on
the couch. But I was naked again, and my nose was
bloody again. I looked over toward the door of the
house. That is where I first encountered our friend
the "Flame". I don't know what to call it.
It was about 7 feet tall, looked really muscular, but
looked as if it were on fire. It glowed as if it were
a bright hot coal in a furnace.
I remember wondering what was keeping the house from
burning down with this giant, flaming creature
standing in the den. Its back was to me when I saw it.
It turned around as if it were checking on me. It saw
me trying to get up, but I couldn't get up. It was as
if I had been paralyzed. It came over to me and put
its hand on my chest. I waited to feel the flames burn
me. I didn't feel any type of fire or heat. What I did
feel was as if I had been hit in the chest point blank
with a shotgun. I also felt a great deal of some type
of energy emanating from it. My skin was vibrating and
so was the couch. The dog was beside herself. It
touched the dog, and she shut up and fell over.
To say I was frantic with fear is to say the ocean is
a puddle of water. I was terrified. It, the
"Flame" spoke to me. It was not like it
spoke out-loud. It was not like it used words either.
Its words had weight and substance, and they appeared
inside my head. So when I say, "It said", I
am only trying to relay as best as I can in words that
make sense. But it told me to not be afraid. It told
me I was ok, and was safe. It told me it has been with
me since I was a little kid (although I have no
recollection of that at all, I'm not so sure I believe
it.) It told me that I have been learning lots of
things, and I will remember them when it is time to
remember. What I do remember thinking and still think,
is that this sounds like some cheesy sci-fi movie.
I tried to think of questions, but at the time, my
brain was not in the mood for displaying any type of
cognitive skill at all. I tried to get up again. It
told me to go to sleep.
It was after 3 p.m. the next day when I woke up. If I
thought I felt bad after the first night of fun and
games, I was mistaken. I felt 10 times as lousy when I
woke up. All I could do was lay around the house. I
was exhausted both physically and mentally. I took a
shower, got dressed and tried to go outside
again, with the sun feeling like a fist. I went
in. The dog had become a new appendage. She was not
going to let me out of her sight all the rest of the
remember trying to eat some crackers and drinking a
coke, but my throat felt as if it had been
sand-papered with barbed wire. I was really hoarse. I
felt as if I were going to burst into flames. I turned
the TV on to try to catch the evening news. That's all
I remember. I woke up the next day, naked again,
bleeding again, just in time to see the creature of
flame disappear right through the front door of the
house. The door acted as if it were on a time delay
because, after Mr. Flame went right through it, with
it closed, the door looked as if it opened and then
slammed shut. Mom's dog was really barking and howling
I was sick for a few days after that. I slept a lot. I
broke another date. I developed a really good case of
insomnia that persists to this day. It took several
days for me to get "re-oriented" to my
environment. I was really sensitive to sunlight for
about a week. The sun in the Texas high plains is
pretty brutal, but I couldn't even stand to be near a
window that the sun was hitting, even if there were
blinds and shades on it.
The creature was about 7 feet tall. Looked really
muscular. Radiated some type of energy. Had stripes on
it. I know I saw its face, and I know you asked for a
description of the face, but I cannot recall what its
face looks like, try as I might. I can remember many
things about those three days. I have left a few
things out because they sound way too fantastic to be
believed. I was there and I don't believe me. I can
imagine what others will think. I am not a kook. I am
not crazy. My sister has had similar experiences.
I would really like to hear from anybody that can help
me research this and other things related to it. I
also am trying to figure out how to reach Mr. Flame. I
have some really good questions my 41 year old mind
knows to ask, that I could not even think of at 19
years of age.
David from Missouri
December 28, 1999
Read original report of alien photograph here.