One cold wintery night many years ago, I was driving across the Dartmoor. It was a wild and lonely place with not a living soul for miles. Every so often I would pass a dark form of a farm house, windows closed and shuttered against the winter weather, not a light to be seen, a barn with the ghostly figures of sheep and cows huddling inside for warmth. Occasionally my headlights would pick out a rabbit running in a zigzag pattern trying to get away from me, once an Owl swooped down low and flew alongside me in a strange formation, the underside of its wings reflecting the glow from my headlights.
The sky was dark, with ghostly shapes of broken cloud showing up in the light of a waning watery moon, pin pricks of stars were glowing faintly high above me, and once in a while, one would fall to earth with a silent streak of light. The wind was howling across the moors and every now and then, I would feel the truck sway this way or that as another gust caught me unawares. Snow flurries whistled past me almost horizontally; or crashed against the windscreen with a silent thud.
Glancing out of my offside window, I noticed, high up in the heavens, a moving light that got brighter and brighter as it approached. At first I thought it was a comet or a meteor, but it was moving too slowly for that, maybe a helicopter, as I know the army are often playing games on Dartmoor, but it was darting around like a firefly.
I watched as it moved in a circular path, as if it were trying to find a certain spot. Finally it slowed to a hover above a silent and dark farmhouse. As I watched, it appeared to land on the roof. The UFO, or spacecraft, as that is what I was convinced it was, had landed on the snow on top of the house, using a ski like undercarriage. I was so surprised that I stopped my truck, and switched the engine and lights off, in case I frightened it away. As I watched a door in the side opened, and a ghostly alien figure emerged carrying what a large bundle of some sort. The creature walked along the roof towards the chimney stack, and then disappeared suddenly!
I climbed out of my truck and crept slowly across the garden to a downstairs window. A faint light could be seen. I peeped in. I could see in the faint glow from the fire, that the house had been decorated with brightly coloured paper, shiny figures, tinsel and mistletoe, in one corner there was a large tree decorated in similar style, and on the top, a beautiful fairy. There was a movement by the fire, and the alien emerged. He was dressed all over in a red spacesuit trimmed with white fur, with thick black fur lined boots on his feet; his head was covered in a thick white growth of some kind. As I watched, he started taking gaily coloured parcels from what I could now see was a large sack, and placed them underneath the large decorated tree. Each parcel had a tag and was tied with a large ribbon; some had bows, while others had shiny stars of bright foil. Once the sack was empty, he moved towards a table, on which stood a mince pie and a small glass of whisky, together with a bunch of carrots. The alien drank the whisky and ate the pie, pocketed some of the carrots, then moved towards the fire place. Suddenly, before I knew it, he had disappeared.
There was a faint noise on the roof above that made me look up. I saw the alien moving towards his UFO, the door in the side opened silently, and the alien climbed in. there followed a faint whooshing noise as the UFO rose from the roof. It hovered for a few seconds then flew off at fantastic speed. I was absolutely speechless, I didn’t know what to think nor do, should I call the police? Should I wake the farmer up and tell him what I saw? Should I call the Air force or the Army?
I thought about it for a while. Had I realty seen it, or did I imagine it all? Was it a dream? After a while, I climbed back in my truck and started on my way again. I decided to do nothing………………………….I mean, whoevers going to believe a story like that?.
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