I need to tell you what I saw. What we saw. My husband and I. November 15th, 1966. Just after midnight. And I know how this sounds, but I swear every word is true. We were with another couple, Steve and Mary. Driving back from a visit to friends. We took Route 62 north of town, near the old TNT plant. I had a headache that evening, I remember that. Wished we had just stayed home. You know the TNT area? World War Two munitions factory. Been abandoned since the forties. Concrete bunkers shaped like igloos. Rusty fences. The government stored explosives there during the war. After they shut it down, they just left everything. Hundreds of acres of nothing but decay. We should not have been out there that late. But we were young. Curious. My husband wanted to show Steve the old power plant building.
We saw two red lights in the distance. Near the abandoned National Guard armory. Just hovering there. Not moving. At first we thought maybe someone else was out there. Taillights from a parked car. But as we got closer, something felt wrong. The lights were too high off the ground. Too far apart. Maybe six inches between them. My husband slowed the car. We rolled up maybe thirty yards from the old armory building. And that is when we realized those were not car lights. They were eyes. Red eyes. Glowing like bicycle reflectors in our headlights. And they were attached to something standing upright. Something massive. It stepped forward into the beam of our headlights. Seven feet tall. Maybe taller. The body was gray. Muscular but wrong. The proportions were all wrong.
It had wings. Huge wings folded against its back. Not feathered. Leathery. Like a bat but enormous. The wingspan had to be ten feet when folded. Maybe more. The face. I could not see a face. Just those eyes. Two massive red circles where the eyes should be. Burning. Hypnotic. I could not look away from them. They pulled at something inside my head. Made everything else fade. Mary started screaming. That broke the spell. My husband hit the gas. We spun out on the gravel and took off back toward Route 62. That is when it spread its wings. The sound. Like canvas snapping in the wind. And it launched itself into the air. eyes and wings are consistently reported - Isla' It followed us. Flew right above the car. Not flapping. Gliding. Keeping perfect pace. We were doing a hundred miles per hour on those back roads. A hundred. And this thing stayed right with us. Right over the roof.
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