This incident occurred in the late winter of 2009 at our home in West
Texas. We were
having a family/friends get together to celebrate a birthday. During the
celebration two of my nephews and a niece came tearing into the house,
screaming at the top of their lungs, saying that a plane crashed in one
of the adjacent pastures. My brother, myself and about 3 others walked
outside to see what was causing all the ruckus. We didn't see
anything out of the ordinary except a strange burning smell that smelled
like burning mesquite. We didn't think anything of it since it was kind
of nippy and someone could have been burning some wood in their
fireplaces. We told them to show us where they saw the plane go down,
and we walked over to the place they showed us. The first thing we
noticed was that all the dogs in the area were going bonkers. They were
barking up a storm, like they were all seeing the same thing. The
area we live in is pretty much a rural community, unless you live in the
city of Monahans, TX, many of the houses are set on large plots of land,
usually 4-5 acres per house. Although we can see the houses of many of
our neighbors, and we do have traffic on the road, you do get the
feeling of being all to yourself out here. Some land by our house is
overrun by wild mesquite tree's. Only a small portion of the land
surrounding the house is cultivated and cleared out. Beyond the stand of
trees runs a small barbed wire fence that separates us from our
neighbors, who I could see were home from the lights on in the house.
We walked around the edge of the trees, not wanting to really go into
the stand at night. Even though it's technically winter, there could be
rattlesnakes seeking shelter in among the trees, not to mention that
mesquite trees have some wicked thorns that protrude from them. They are
razor sharp and quite capable of punching through a pair of jeans or
boots, and they hurt like hell to get out. As we looked around, we
started noticing a sort of electrical charge to the very air around us.
Almost like the kind you feel when you approach a large electrical
substation or a charged and active radio antenna. As we made our way
around the trees, one of my brothers noticed some light peeking through
the trees, I told him it was probably one of the neighbors leaving or
coming home. He promptly told me that it couldn't be head lights because
the light seemed too defused and not as concentrated as a car's
headlight. We moved around and as we cleared the stand of trees, we
were shocked to see an oval shaped object hovering, maybe 4-5 feet off
the ground. We stood there in total shock, and awe. I can only imagine
that our jaws were probably on the ground. As we stood there watching
this object hover there without a sound, I took note that the object was
maybe about 30-40 feet from front to back, it was maybe the same
dimensions around. The object seemed to be of a highly polished material
that reflected the surrounding area. The reflection of the distant
street lights from the surrounding neighbors properties seemed to
reflect off the surface of the object. There was also a small dull glow
to the object, barely noticeable unless you were really looking, almost
like an aura of sorts, an iridescent blue of sorts. As we stood there
in total shock, My brother next to me expressing his disbelief, we saw
two strange looking "Men" appear from around the object. They at first
didn't notice us, they were busy running around and gathering objects
from the ground, from the trees. They didn't seem to notice us at first.
They looked to be about the size of my oldest nephew, about 4 feet tall,
but they looked very skinny, like they had no meat on their bones. Their
heads were large and their arms were long, skinny and hung down around
their knee's. About this time my two nephews came walking up behind us
(scaring the hell out of us). They saw the object and the strange "men"
and in a voice that only a kid can project, screamed out loud "WHAT ARE
THOSE THINGS!". That's when the creatures turned and noticed us. The
sight of these creatures was something that will haunt me till the day I
die. It turned and looked right at us. Its eyes were large, almost like
the eyes of a praying mantis, except they were jet back and wrapped
around its head. The two creatures looked at us for about 7 seconds, not
an ounce of movement, before they calmly walked around the craft, one
right after the other. They disappeared behind the craft, and we never
saw them again. A few seconds later the craft lifts up, not a sound
coming from the object, no rush of wind, not even a swaying of the
nearby branches of a mesquite tree. It rose quietly and hovered about 40
feet from the ground, and shot out like a bat out of hell. As it zoomed
away, it started glowing and made it easier to track as it zoomed away
getting higher and higher till it faded away. We stood there in
complete silence as we tried to make heads or tails of what the hell we
just saw. My brother finally piped up and said "Should we call the
police?" After which, I burst out in laughter and replied to him " And
tell them what?" My nephew looked like he had just seen the devil
himself, which considering what we just saw I don't blame him. He
didn't want to talk about it, and after we made our way back to the
house, he still didn't talk about. I tried to ask him about it
yesterday, and he basically told me that he didn't want to think about
it yet, he was still processing what had happened to him. I was more
than happy to leave it at that. I never really believed in the
subject of UFO's or Alien's, but after the events of this night, I'm
seriously going to re-evaluate that belief. I know that I plan to
keep my mind open, and start looking up towards the sky a little bit
more from now on.
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