Size of Object(s)

Eraser on end

Distance to Object(s) & Altitude

No idea

Shape of Object(s)

Round

Color of Object(s):

Bright white light

Full Description & Details

I was a 14 year old runaway from Hollywood, Calif., along with my 17 year old boyfriend and my 15 year old girlfriend. We all came from broken homes and decided to leave together. We had no particular plans. We had camping equipment and a little cash. We drove north and ended up a few weeks later in Yosemite. We camped for awhile then headed east into Nevada.

Somewhere near Goldfield my boyfriend's car broke down at a crossroad with a gas station and restaurant. We were drinking coffee and trying to decide what to do when we were befriended by a hermit who called himself Haybag Johnson. He said he knew a place we could stay, took us to his cabin and fed us. The next day he took us to a deserted mine with an empty water tower and several wooden buildings. We set up camp. Haybag picked us up every night and took us to visit other old men living in the desert. We would play cards, drink very strong coffee, and talk.

One night we were driving "home" from a visit very late at night when the pick up truck ran off the road and into loose sand. We were completely stuck. We tried shoveling out, rocking the truck, and finally gave up. We figured we would walk out in the morning.

Meanwhile my friend Cherie and I got in the truck bed and started talking about flying saucers, as we called them then. We decided to call telepathetically and ask for help. We had never heard of anyone having a contact like that, or calling UFOs. We just sat in the back and looked up at the stars - and they were incredibly bright - and started saying something like, "Flying saucers, come help us," over and over.

Then we noticed what looked like a star moving toward us. At first it was no brighter than its neighbors, but as it drew overhead it became brighter and larger, as if it were dropping toward us. It got to about the size of a pencil eraser as seen on end. It was right above us, just a round light. Then, the truck slowly rose straight up, and moved over to the road and set down very gently. Then the light zoomed off the same way it came from and disappeared.

When the truck moved I started screaming. I was scared. We all drove back to the mining camp and talked about what happened the rest of the night. We couldn't sleep. The next day sheriffs came because they were looking for bank robbers and someone said they had seen activity at the camp. So we were caught and returned home.

I ended up moving to New York that year, and I never saw either of my friends again until I found Cherie on the Internet in about 1999. I called her and the very first thing she said to me was, "Tell me about that night in the desert, what do you remember?" I told her what I recalled, and she said the same thing. The only difference was she remembered laughing while I remembered screaming. She said she always kept her phone listed under her maiden name so it would be easier for me to find her so we could compare notes on that night.

There was no missing time, no little gray men, no other contact, just a truck moving out of the sand on onto the road with the bright white light overhead. There were no beams, or strange feelings, or aftereffects. When we thought about it later we said thank you.

Since then I've seen a low flying bolid, but only one other thing I could say was unidentified. I was driving in south on Highway 11 in Oconee County, South Carolina around 1995. It was just before dusk. I noticed a strange looking cloud low over an overpass I was driving toward. The first thing I thought was, "It's too dense." Then from out of the cloud there flashed a series of five or six strobe-like lights in a horizontal line, they went one, two, three, four, five, five, four, three, two one. I drove up on the overpass and stopped the car, got out and looked up. Nothing. Just dense cloud at about tree top level. When the lights flashed I flashed my car lights back in the same pattern. Nothing else happened and I drove home. My husband did say about a week later he saw what at first he thought was a brightly lit semi trailer truck floating over a road near our house, but to this day he refuses to talk about it.

Witness Background

60 years old, married, newspaper editor, ex-police officer, mother, grandmother, just starting pilot training.

Other Comments

Although I've read about many sightings, I've never heard of one exactly like mine. Every once in a while I'm tempted to go find a quiet area and see if I can contact anything. But I'd feel like an idiot. So I haven't.

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