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Tony Dodd - in the heat of the night-
incident at keighley west yorkshire
Author:
Tony Dodd.

PART2
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I’m struggling, I’m trying to break free from them but
I can’t. The three figures are identical to each other they’re
about the size of a small boy. They’re making strange animal-like
grunting noises as if talking to each other”.
Mrs Jones was now showing extreme anxiety and crying as she said,
“ They’re dragging me into the light”. She suddenly
became calm and spoke in a hushed voice, “ I’m in a
round room. It’s light, very bright, It’s hurting my
eyes, there are lots of people in here, loads of people around the
sides of the room, little people, they’re all wearing cloaks
with hoods”.
When asked to describe the room she said, “ I can’t
see much, but it looks like a metal bench in the middle of the room.
They are all looking at me, they’re pulling me towards the
bench. I’m frightened. I’m now lying on the bench. “Oh
no! they’re putting their hands on me, they’ve only
got three fingers”. Mrs Jones was now getting very distressed
and said,” Oh they’re touching my face, they’re
pulling my hair. Oh no! they’re taking my blouse off. It’s
horrible, they’re making funny noises, I can’t understand
them”.
She continued to rub her eyes as she said:” The walls are
funny, they’re round, like divided into squares. I can see
all those little people around the walls, the lights are hurting
my eyes. The lights above are a peachy colour, my eyes are blurred,
it’s difficult to see properly. They’ve now taken off
my shoes, they’re scraping between my toes”.
There was a pause before she said, “ They’re touching
my fingers, I daren’t look, he’s got something in his
hand, it’s silver, it’s like a small square thing on
a rod, about pencil thickness, they’re touching my hair and
my eyes”.
She went on to say, “ Please leave me alone, it’s hurting!
It feels like an injection into my neck. They’re doing something
to my belly button, I can’t see, I don’t like it, it’s
horrible, they’re touching me all over, they’re horrible,
they won’t leave me alone. I can see his face, he’s
close to me. It’s really pale with long black slanting eyes.They’re
pressing down on my belly button with something, I feel warm, there’s
a strong sweet smell, I don’t know what it is. They’re
pulling the hair at the back of my head, near my neck, it hurts,
something sharp. Now they’re touching my lips, I feel trapped.
I want to go home, I don’t like them”.
She then became calm and said,” I’m back in the garden,
I’m looking up at the craft, it’s moving away from us”.
The hypnosis was terminated at this stage, but for Mrs Jones, there
is little doubt that her life would never be the same again.
Mr. Jones was then subjected to hypnosis in an attempt to relive
that fateful night. When asked to describe the events, he responded
by saying:
“I’m out in the garden with Joyce, Jean and John, we’re
having a barbecue. It’s a nice night, very warm. I’ve
just thrown something into the air, it’s gone into next doors
garden. There’s something in the air, very close, it’s
coming towards me, I’m looking at it. I can hear Joyce screaming.
I can’t move.
There are flashing lights, it’s very bright. Where am I?.
I’m not in the garden”. There was a long pause before
he continued. “ I’m in a very bright room, there are
lots of small people, like midgets, they’re all wearing black
cloaks with hoods, it’s like black tinfoil, but not tinfoil.
I’m in a transparent tube without seams, I can’t move,
the midgets are looking at me, I can see their faces. I can see
their nose, they’ve got big black eyes, they’ve got
shiny black hoods over their heads. They seem to shuffle when they
move, they’re all in black. I can see them staring at me,
it’s like being in a museum. They’ve taken me out of
the tube, it’s very bright, it’s hurting my eyes. They’re
taking me to a hole near the windows, it’s full of light,
they’re pushing me towards the light”.
At this time he was becoming increasingly fearful and agitated.
He then said:
“Where am I, God this is big, I don’t know where I am,
it’s like a very big room. I can see all sorts in here, it’s
so big. I can see loads of the little people in here; they seem
to be all working and moving around. They’ve got white stuff,
like balls of white stuff in their hands, they’re carrying
it. There’s no stairs, they appear to be just floating up
to a higher level. They’re all carrying it, I don’t
know what it is, I’m just standing watching. I can’t
understand what they are saying, they just seem to mumble to each
other and shuffle along.
I can see drawings on the walls I can see figures of Planets. I
can see Saturn, Earth and all the Planets on a board which seems
to be into the wall. Oh my head hurts. They’re touching and
prodding me I can’t move. Their eyes are big and seem to be
boring into me. I can see a door I seem to be standing in the same
place all the time. I think I’m in a different craft from
the first one. This one is bigger, much bigger, and massive. I’m
trying to move, but I can’t. I’m back in the tube now,
I don’t like it, I can’t get out”.
At this time he began to show signs of having breathing difficulty,
he then said, “ I can’t breath, they’re all watching
me, my eyes are hurting. I’m back in the garden, I can hear
Jean, she’s screaming. I’m just standing looking up,
it’s flashing bright, it isn’t spinning, and the lights
are going round. I can’t see anybody, I feel as if I’m
on my own. I can’t breath. I can’t take my eyes off
it, it won’t let me. It’s moving away now, giving off
a green colour. It’s moving away into the distance. The others
are back in the garden with me, we are all confused, and the girls
are frightened”.
At this stage the hypnosis was terminated due to Mr Jones’s
breathing difficulties.
Mr and Mrs Brown were also subjected to hypnosis and told very similar
stories and it was very interesting to note that Mrs Jones later
found a circle of hair missing from the back of her head near her
neck.
I have absolutely no doubt that the two families were telling the
truth when they told their stories and the effects of such trauma
remained with them for many months.
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