This happened back in '67, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Some things you just don't forget, you know what I mean? I was 51 at the time. Industrial mechanic by trade, but I liked to get out in the bush on weekends. Prospecting, mostly. Quartz and silver. The Whiteshell had some good spots if you knew where to look. I'd been staking claims the year before, and that May long weekend I figured I'd go back out to Falcon Lake, see what I could find. Left the motel around five-thirty in the morning. Took my hammer, compass, some food. Wore a light jacket against the chill. It was one of those perfect spring days, bright and sunny, not a cloud anywhere. I hiked into the bush north of the highway, following rock formations, chipping at veins here and there. Nothing special, just another day doing what I loved. Around noon, I was kneeling down working on this quartz vein when the geese nearby just went crazy. Honking and flapping like something scared them half to death. I looked up to see what spooked them, and that's when I saw them. Two objects up in the sky, glowing this intense scarlet red. Cigar-shaped, or maybe oval, hard to say exactly. They were descending toward the ground, moving together like they were connected somehow, keeping the same distance between them.
One of them stopped mid-air and just hovered there, maybe fifteen feet above me. The other kept coming down until it landed on this flat section of rock about 160 feet from where I was kneeling. The one in the air, it hung there for maybe three minutes, then shot straight back up into the sky and disappeared. Gone, just like that. The one on the ground, though, it stayed put. As I watched, the color changed from that scarlet red to kind of a grey-red, then light grey, and finally it looked like hot stainless steel with this golden glow around it. I'm sitting there with my prospecting goggles on, just staring at this thing. My first thought was it had to be some kind of experimental aircraft, you know what I mean? American, maybe Canadian military. This was the Cold War, after all. Secret projects everywhere. I could see an opening on the side of it. Maybe two feet by three feet, shaped like a lozenge. Purple light was pouring out of there, so bright it was brighter than the midday sun. lights are always super bright - Trent' When I looked away, I had spots in my vision. I heard sounds coming from it. A little electric motor whirring, air hissing. And then, I swear to God, I heard voices. Two of them, one higher pitched than the other. Definitely human voices, but too muffled to make out what they were saying. I stood up and moved closer. I called out in English first. 'Okay, Yankee boys, having trouble? Come on out and we'll see what we can do about it.' Nothing. I tried Russian, then Polish, even some German. No response. So I walked right up to that hatch and looked inside.
There were lights everywhere in there. Beams crisscrossing, panels with lights flashing in what looked like random patterns. I couldn't see any people, no controls, nothing like that. Just lights. The whole thing was putting off heat in waves, and it smelled like sulphur. I reached out with my gloved hand and touched the side of it. Hot. Burning hot. When I pulled my hand back, the fingertips of my rubber glove had melted clean off. The craft was smooth, no seams, no rivets, no welding marks anywhere. Like it was made from one piece of metal. Then the whole thing started to rotate. I stepped back, and that's when I felt it. This blast of scorching air hit me right in the chest. My shirt burst into flames. I'm telling you, it just lit up. I tore it off as fast as I could, ripped my undershirt off too. I felt this rush of air, looked up, and the craft was already above the treetops. And then it was just gone. Nowhere. I immediately started feeling sick. My head was pounding, my stomach was churning. I threw up right there on the rocks. I could see these pink dots over everything, like my vision was messed up. I grabbed my jacket to cover myself and started back toward the highway, but I kept having to stop to vomit. The pain in my chest was getting worse. When I finally made it to the road, I flagged down an RCMP officer. He looked at me like I was drunk or something. I told him to keep his distance in case I was radioactive or contagious or whatever the hell this was.
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