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|National UFO Reporting Center Sighting Report|
|Occurred : 10/10/1972 01:00 (Entered as : 10/10/1972 1:00 AM)
Reported: 3/16/2022 3:43:39 PM 15:43
Location: Bricktown, NJ
Duration: 20 Minutes
Characteristics: There were lights on the object, The object made a sound, Entities were seen
|this UFO was about 200 Yards away at an angle of about 50 degrees. I could clearly see the multi-colored lights of orange, yellow, etc
There are many things in the sky, but only a few can be recognized for what they are not. Of the many stories I could tell you I want to recount one event in particular.
It had been a long time hobby of mine to search the skies for things that were different and unexpected. I had invested in many different kinds of equipment including telescopes, computers with punch cards and manual switches. One piece of equipment that I had not specifically bought for my hobby turned out to be not only the best alarm but also the most reliable way to tell I was about to see strange objects in the sky.
It was a particularly quiet night with fair skies during the winter of "72". I had given up on seeing any UFOs on this particular night and decided to retire for a good night's rest. It was about 1:00 AM and the only sound was that of the frogs croaking outside my quiet neighborhood. As I approached the TV to turn it off. I heard the familiar "Doda loop" sound from channel 2 that always announced the presence of the UFO formations that came up almost nightly from the Southwest and veered off toward the east.
Realizing that this was unusually late for them that are, by some 4 to 5 hours I hesitated until I heard the unmistakable sound again from the television. As I went outside by way of the back door to view the sky from the usual place in the back yard, I felt the stillness and silence of the night in my sparsely populated area. There were exactly two houses on the block. Mine on the right near the street entrance and my neighbors on the left at the end of the block, about two hundred yards away. We had probably only seen each other twice in the two years that I had lived there.
Upon seeing nothing in the skies, I reasoned that the TV signal was a false alarm even though that seemed unusual. Back inside, I went toward the television again with the Idea of turning it off to go to bed. The signal was there again as if the TV was toying with me. Feeling that it was just another false alarm I went outside by way of the front door, which was much closer than the back door. It was my intention to just check it out in case and then return inside.
I went outside and stood on the front stoop, concrete slab about 6 feet by 8 feet and one step down. As I looked toward the southwest skies I could not see the now familiar formations of UFOs that the nearby air force base claimed they could never see on radar. My wife being a reporter for the major newspaper in the east and a stringer for the local community paper gave her contacts a call that we had hoped would be helpful. They never were as it allowed her to speak with those she might not have otherwise spoken to but no information was ever forthcoming.
As I stared at the sky wondering why my TV was giving false readings all of a sudden after being so dependable for months, I suddenly felt that I was being watched. I could feel it all over my body as if there was a gel sliding around me. I violently spun around and looked up behind me where I felt something. There it was. A circular UFO with the lights at the bottom as the one my wife had seen some six or seven years before.
She and about twenty other people including police officers had watch for more that twenty minutes as a UFO hovered between my house and the neighbors house at about 200 feet off the ground. That had happened some 80 miles away from where we now lived.
As I looked up, I could see that this UFO was about 200 Yards away at an angle of about 50 degrees. I could clearly see the multi-colored lights of orange, yellow, green and blue on the bottom that appeared to be rotating. The upper portion of the craft seemed to have a large contoured window much like the Autos of the 90's, only much larger. There seemed to be an incandescent illumination in what appeared to be a cockpit with a clearly visible human shaped shadow sitting at the window of what I presumed were the controls. The craft was about 40 to 50 feet in diameter. I was frozen for about three seconds just looking then at the instant that panic over took me. It was that exact fear that happens only once in a lifetime. Suddenly as I turned and peered up the light in the "cockpit" went out. The UFO had been stationary, motionless until that time.
What happened next is beyond any explanation or realistic logic. Being familiar with the sounds of WWWII planes, the sounds of the props on those planes is unmistakable. However, this was the seventies and except for the daytime sounds of the light planes from the nearby Lakeland Airport, which were more like the buzz of toy planes, there were never sounds of light planes at 1:00 AM in that area. As the light in the interior of the UFO went off the sound of a WWII prop fighter emanated from the place where the UFO had been. I can remember thinking in the middle of my fear, "Oh sure Iím suppose to believe you're a plane...you picked the wrong plane. They don't sound like that anymore".
As I made a dash for the front door only a few feet away. I felt like I would have been contacted if I hadn't run but in all of the years of wishing that I could be, I knew this was the wrong one. I could feel it. I couldn't imagine of all of the sounds of modern jets, why would they choose a sound of a WWWII plane. I must admit, for a split second I almost fell for it. I was a second thought away from being puzzled into confusion. That might have frozen me there long enough. For what I don't know but this was the one time that it really wasn't meant to happen!
There have been many other incidents, but this one in particular is the one that got away...or is some being on some far off place telling the story of me, the one that got away.