- The following is an account of "another"
encounter with "a" black triangle in Seattle Washington which
occurred in 1993. I believe it was in the month of November.
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- It was a Sunday night about 9:30. I often
have occasion to be driving north ab out this time of evening on Sundays
and I usually take the freeway. This time, however, I knew the freeway,
northbound, was jammed up due to an accident. So I had taken an alternate
route which eventually led me to what I think was East Marginal Way, right
next to the Boeing Aircraft Plant.
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- I noticed three red lights low in the
sky ahead of me over to my right. They were moving in unison, very slowly
from east to west. At first I thought they must be the lights of a low
flying plane, perhaps about to land. Then I thought, no, they must be helicopters
because a plane, even if it was landing, wouldn't be moving that slowly.
The trouble was, I couldn't actually see the craft or crafts that the lights
were attached to. They were, maybe, a half mile ahead of me, about 30 degrees
to my right. Normally, I wouldn't have really paid much attention to this
at all because I've been making this Sunday night drive past Boeing (although
via the freeway) for the last twelve years. In all that time I've seen
plenty of airplanes and helicopters flying low in this area.
But something was different this time.
It took me a minute to realize what it was. It was the fact that the lights
weren't blinking. I thought that was odd. It seemed to me that every airplane
or helicopter I've ever seen flying at night had blinking lights. I squinted
my eyes as I drove toward the lights, trying to see just what the heck
I was actually looking at. Although I was now only about two blocks away
from being directly under the flight path of these lights, I still could
not make out what they were attached to. However, from their slow, steady
movement, in unison, I was pretty sure all three of them were attached
to a single object rather than being independent of each other.
By the time I was directly below their flight path, they were about to
reach the airspace over Boeing Field immediately to my left. I was now
convinced it was a single, low-flying craft of somekind and I knew there
was something very odd here. I pulled my car off to the side of the road
and rolled down the window to get a better look. When I saw what I thought
I saw I said to myself, "Wait a minute! What the hell is that?"
I opened the car door and stepped out, craning my neck to see the huge
object directly over my head.
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- It was a gigantic flying black triangle!
There is no other way to describe it because that's precisely what it was;
a huge, black, flying triangle. I don't mean it was just sort of triangular
shaped, like one of those wedge-winged jets or something. It was just one
big three-sided, cookie-cutter-straight-edged, black, geometric shape;
a triangle with one large unblinking red light flat up against the bottom
of the craft at each of its three corners. There was a high, gray cloud
cover that evening, subtly lit by the Seattle city lights in the distance.
Against this ceiling I could see the object like a huge, dense black silhouette.
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- I stood there almost not believing what
I knew I was seeing. I said to myself, "Ok. What, exactly, are you
seeing? You're going to want to remember every detail of this! Just the
facts, now. What, exactly, do you see?" I made a mental inventory.
"Black triangle. Red light on bottom of craft at each corner. They
don't blink. It looks like it's only about seventy-five to a hundred feet
above one of the main Boeing hangars now. It's moving very slowly. Maybe
five miles per hour. It's heading west. It must be about the size of a
football field."
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- Suddenly I realized, as I stood there
in the dark on this quiet empty street, the object didn't make a sound!
Maybe more than anything else, that's what made the whole thing so eerie.
Something that huge, that close, moving through the air at a snail's pace
right over my head should be making some kind of a sound! A hum! A rumble!
Anything! But, no. It just moved across the sky like something out of a
Steven Spielberg movie with the volume turned off. I looked up and down
the street to see if anyone else was witnessing this silent event, but
the street was dark and empty in both directions. I looked up again at
the mysterious thing now blending into the dark horizon. I watched it until
I couldn't see it anymore and then it was over.
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- I got back into my car and closed the
door. The window was still open and I took another look. Nothing was there
but the gray night sky, softly aglow from the distant city lights. It was
as if nothing had happened. I sat there for a minute and lit a cigarette.
Then I turned the car on and took one more look, knowing it wouldn't be
there, but still wanting to remember where it had been. I shook my head
as if in disbelief and pulled out onto the road. All the way home I just
kept asking myself, "What the hell was that?"
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- Whatever it was, it was my one and only
close encounter. I waited all my life to see a UFO and, as it turned out,
it was nothing like I always imagined it would be. I wanted to see a "flying
saucer"! You know, one of those shiney, disk-shaped things that everybody
else sees. But, no. I had to see a flying black triangle! Then again, it
was probably just a weather balloon, right? A weather kite? Swamp gas.
Yeah, that's it. Triangular swamp gas.
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- THE FOLLOWING IS AN ACCOUNT
OF AN ENCOUNTER
WITH THE BLACK TRIANGLE AS TOLD TO ME
BY A YOUNG MAN I'LL CALL GREG:
- Greg is a respected member of a particular
outdoor sporting activity here in the Pacific Northwest. One day, about
1981, he was doing some hiking and rock climbing at a place called Lion
Rock in Washington State. When he reached the plateau, he looked up and
saw a dark triangle shaped object several thousand feet in the sky. On
his second visit to that same plateau he saw the object again. And again
it was positioned very high in the sky. On his third trip to Lion Rock,
he was climbing with a friend (I'll call him Bill) who happened to be a
Lockheed flight engineer. When they reached the top, Greg was telling Bill
about the triangular object. As he was pointing to the sky to show his
partner where he'd seen the object, the same object appeared! Bill of course
did not know the size of the object but guessed its altitude must have
been about 20,000 feet.
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- As they stood there looking at the object
they noticed it appeared to be getting larger. In a moment they realized
it was in a freefall heading straight for them! They dove for the bushes
and the object, which now could be quite clearly seen to be a craft, came
to an abrupt stop about 150 feet above the ground and about 150 feet away
from them.
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- Greg got out his field glasses to get
a really good look at the surface of the craft. He said it really wasn't
black but, rather, a very dark amber-hued brown. There was no indication
of seams or rivets that he could see. It had the appearance of being a
molded piece. He estimates its size was about equal to a football field.
He detected what he thought seemed to be windows along one side and a glow
of light coming from within the craft. As in my own sighting, the craft
had been totally silent all this time. But that was about to change.
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- Suddenly the craft let out an ear piercing
screech and took off at an angle right over Greg and Bill. As it did so,
the craft emitted a beam of white light which passed directly over them.
In a moment the craft was gone.
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- The result of this encounter was that
Greg suffered from blood in his urine for about the next 6 months and Bill
suffered from a rash throughout his groin area for about the same period
of time.
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- It is interesting to note that Greg is
a devout Christian and never really had an interest in UFOs before his
encounters. His father is a Cristian minister.
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- I have never met Bill but Greg tells
me the event caused Bill severe psychological repercussions. I don't know
what that means in terms of exactly what those repercussions were.
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- It is also interesting to note that Greg's
encounter was nearly a decade earlier than mine. If these things are "ours",
how long have they been around? Or are just the more recent ones ours,
having been constructed from "borrowed" technology?
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