Good evening. My name is Stefan, I'm calling from Lublin. I need to tell you about something that happened to my neighbor, a farmer named Janek Kowalski. This was back in May of '78, and I was there that morning when his sons came running from the field. What Janek told us, what he swore on the Bible he saw, it changed everything we thought we knew. Janek was 71 years old at the time. Good man. Devout Catholic, worked his farm every day, never drank, never lied. The kind of man who'd rather stay quiet than say something untrue. He lived in Emilcin, small village in eastern Poland, maybe 70 farms total. No school, no club, not even a newsstand. Just one shop. Janek didn't have a TV, didn't even have a radio. When his sons brought newspapers home, he'd read them, but that was about it.
On the morning of May 10th, Janek left his farm around 5 AM with his horse and cart. He was headed through the woodland on the outskirts of the village, same route he always took. It was just after 7 in the morning when he noticed two figures walking ahead of him on the dirt road. At first, he thought maybe they were hunters. But as he got closer, something struck him as odd. The way they moved, it wasn't natural. They were doing these supple jumps, you know what I mean? Like how a diver moves underwater, kind of bouncy and slow. And their faces, Janek said their faces had this greenish tint to them. The beings slowed down as his cart approached, walking in circles like they were waiting for him. Then, just as he was about to pass them, they jumped right onto his wagon. One on each side, sitting slightly behind him. Janek told me later, 'What is there to think? I see some freaks. So what?' That was Janek, always practical.
He got a better look at them once they were on the cart. They were about five feet tall, maybe a bit shorter. They wore these tight-fitting one-piece suits, black like rubber, with hoods that covered everything except their faces. And wherever the skin showed, the face, the hands, it was all this olive-green color. Their eyes were slanted, prominent cheekbones, kind of oriental-looking, Janek said. They were talking to each other the whole time. Janek said it was thin voices, very fast, lots of short words. 'Ta-ta-ta-ta' without interruption, he described it. He couldn't understand a single word. But they never spoke to him directly, and he didn't feel threatened. He just kept driving the cart forward with these two strange beings sitting right there with him. After a short while, maybe a few minutes, the woodland cleared somewhat. That's when Janek saw it. Hovering in the air, maybe three or four meters above the ground, was this white object. Janek described it as being shaped like a bus, oblong, completely white and glowing. At each corner were these barrel-shaped things with black vertical rods running through them, spinning constantly while giving off different colors.
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