The Inhumanoids

by Barton M Nunnelly

  When he finally asked them again who they were and whom they worked for he again received no answer. In a later conversation with Randles, Mr. Greenfield said, “You know, I have never been able to understand why I did not throw them out. Why I let them hound Shirley for hour after hour. I would normally not tolerate something like this. Why did I let them do this?”

  After Shirley had told him the story for the last time, being careful not to mention either the ‘missing time’ or physical after-effects of the encounter, the ‘commander’ suddenly announced that she had seen nothing more than a weather balloon launched by an RAF station. When the witness told him that the notion was ridiculous, he suddenly changed the explanation to “an experimental military aircraft.” He tried brow-beating her into acceptance but she would have none of it.

  Then the strange man employed a new line of questioning that baffled Shirley. He was very insistent that she must have suffered illness and marks on her body after her encounter with the object. He seemed unable to accept her assurances that she had not and asked to see her arms, which she refused to allow. “It was the only untruthful thing I said to those men all night,” she told Randles, “But I was not going to talk about those marks.”

  Other questions were then asked. Did you see anyone inside the object? No, she had replied. Any moving objects or parts inside it? No. Then followed even more perplexing questions. Could Shirley read minds? Did she ever have vivid dreams which later came true? Could she move objects through mental effort alone? Shirley answered no to all of these questions when, in fact, during her childhood, she’d had numerous vivid dreams, including ‘out of body’ experiences. In one instance she later claimed to Randles that she had succeeded in consciously ‘levitating’ down the stairs of their home. The incident was verified by her sister and her mother, both of whom had watched her, mouths agape, as she floated down the stairway.

  In any event, just after 10:00 p.m., the ‘commander’ rose and gave a solemn warning to Shirley; “You must not talk about this matter,” he said gravely. “It is in your interests not to do so. Nobody will believe you, in any case. In particular you must not talk to UFO investigators.” Then the two men got into a large black car that was parked outside. Because of the rain the Greenfields couldn’t be sure of the vehicles make. Mrs. Greenfield was particularly disturbed by the way the shorter man, the one who hadn’t spoken at all that night, had stared intently at her daughter. “He gave me the creeps,” she later told Randles. “He was just watching Shirley all the time.”

  The next day the ‘commander’ phoned again and Mrs. Greenfield took the call. He asked her to ask Shirley if she was sure she had no marks on her body. The teenager denied it yet again but a week later, when the man called once more and asked the exact same question, Shirley was determined to put an end to it. She took the phone and told the persistent man that yes, she “did have a rash and other problems, but these had cleared up now.”

  The Commander seemed relieved by the news. He thanked her for the information and then hung up. Never to be heard from again. An interesting side note to consider is that during one of her hypnotic regression sessions Shirley was asked to relive the visit of the two men. No one quite expected the horrific reaction she would have. While her alleged “abduction” was stressful enough, she reacted in “absolute terror” when she recounted the visit by the MIB. The session was quickly ended when the woman’s heart rate soon reached dangerous levels.

  Randles, who was present during the session writes; “Even so, Shirley surprised us by stating of the Commander; “I don’t understand; he’s talking to me twice.” The silent MIB, apparently, wasn’t holding that mysterious box for nothing, as he stared intently at the witness, but somehow using it to interrogate her on a subconscious, or psychic, level; hypnotizing her, in effect. It might also be conjectured that the power contained within the curious black box might also have exerted the same type of mind control on Shirley’s parents as well, allowing the absurd meeting to go on hour after hour.

  In 1984, after the hypnotic sessions had concluded, Randles states that Shirley got one more phone call. Not from ‘Commander’ but a male voice which she did not recognize, claiming to know all about the psychiatric experiments. He warned her to cease cooperation with a local UFO group and urged her to meet with him “if she wanted to learn the truth.” He wouldn’t leave his name and never called back. The meeting, perhaps wisely for Shirley, never took place.

  Another strange case began on the chilly evening of October 2nd, 1981 at Victoria, Vancouver Island, British Columbia when a strange bright light was seen by two independent witnesses at 9:30 p.m. One witness, Grant Breiland, was able to take a photograph of the object even though his sister, mother and a passerby claimed that they could not see it. He got on his CB radio and asked if anyone else was seeing what he was. Another man, N.B., radioed back and said he was. The two swapped contact information.

  Several hours later a freak electrical storm occurred in the town which caused street lights to go out for a few seconds. Only one clap of thunder was heard. Both men learned the next day when Grant dropped by to discuss the sighting, that they had each suffered severe headaches when the blackout occurred. This was odd, but nothing like what was about to occur.

  On Monday the 5th Grant went to meet a friend at a local K-Mart. When he didn’t show up, he used the pay phone to call his friend’s home. He’d broken his arm and couldn’t make it, he said. When he hung up the phone Grant noticed that, oddly, there was no one in sight around the pay phones or vending machines, which were usually packed with customers. Stranger still, when he turned he saw two men standing motionless, arms stiffly at their sides, staring at the him.

  Both wore dark blue-black suits and were deeply tanned. Their faces were very odd. They had no eyebrows and dark eyes that stared at the man without blinking. “What is your name?” one of the ‘men’ asked in a stiff voice, making their appearance seem even more mechanical. Grant replied that he wasn’t at liberty to say, after which the man shut up completely. “Where do you live?” the other one asked. Again Grant refused to say. “What is your number?” Grant wondered why he’d said “number” instead of “phone number” but must’ve appreciated their persistence. Nevertheless he again refused to answer.

  They stared at him for a few more seconds, he claimed, then turned around together, as if joined by the hip, and marched like robots across the K-Mart parking lot in the pouring rain toward a muddy field. Grant followed and saw them walking stiffly right up into the field toward a wall. Suddenly he heard someone call his name twice. He turned around but no one was there. When he looked back the two men were gone as well, even though Grant knew that there was no place in sight for them to hide. They’d simply vanished. Grant walked into the field but was soon bogged down by the mud and, although he’d left footprints everywhere, the two strangers had left none. No trace of them could be seen.

  That night he had a strange dream. He was walking in the field but this time the dark-eyed men appeared from nowhere and grabbed him. He then found himself in a white room being interrogated by the two men about his UFO sighting. They asked if he’d told anyone else about it. When Grant said no they called him a liar and told him that he would be sorry if he failed to cooperate. Then they told him to destroy his evidence. When he showered the next morning Grant noticed a peculiar red mark on his thigh (remember Mrs. V.?). But what about the other witness, N.B.?

  About three hours before Grant’s encounter at the local K-Mart, two men had approached N. B. at the gas station where he worked. They had blond, almost white hair and wore dark suits. Although they were walking, not driving a car, they asked to buy some “petrol.” This struck N.B. as a little strange. Most people just called it gas, and they carried no gas-can. N.B. found a receptacle and asked them what kind of car they drove, and if they needed regular or unleaded gasoline. The same man replied (the other one never said a word), “I do not know.” He filled the can up with regular and
asked for a name to put on the receipt. “We cannot give a name,” came the reply.

  The man paid for the gas with a ten-dollar bill and, as N.B. handed him his change, he noticed that they seemed to have no fingernails at all. Moreover, the men stared at the coins as if they’d never seen anything like them before. Then they marched off together with a very stiff gait, disappearing around a corner down the street.

  Fifteen minutes later they returned with the can. Just before they left they asked, “Where do you live in this fine city?” N.B. gave them the district where he lived, but not his address. After they had gone he picked up the gas-can to put it away and found, to his surprise, that it was still full. After Grant had told him about his own MIB encounter, N.B. decided to heed the warnings, and immediately quit investigating the subject entirely. Grant’s photograph was never published.

  Jules Vaillancourt, of the Texas-based MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) became involved in the MIB controversy when he was contacted by a woman whom he calls, ‘Marie’ about a UFO sighting she experienced in September of 1983. He phoned the witness, then sent her a standard questionnaire to fill out regarding the object she saw, but he never received a reply and so let the matter drop.

  Five years later Marie had another sighting and contacted Jules once more, asking if he could come to see her. He briefed two colleagues, Joe Nyman and Martha Munroe, who lived closer, and persuaded them to pay Marie a visit in January 1989.

  After speaking casually for a while to Marie and her husband, the two politely asked her why she had not returned the MUFON questionnaire Vaillancourt had mailed nearly six years previously. Marie was taken aback. She had filled out and returned the form, she told them. Not only that, but she knew he had received it because, a few days after she’d mailed it out, Jules Vaillancourt had telephoned her and even paid visited to discuss her answers. He was holding it in his hand when he arrived at their home in May of 1984, driving a dark gray Mercedes.

  Vaillancourt confirmed that he had never received the form, nor did he ever go out to see the witness. And he had never owned a Mercedes. Marie’s husband gave a detailed description of the man, saying that he had gray hair and a mustache, wore a brown suit with old fashioned shoes and had an “official” look to him. Both Marie and her husband were later shown photos of various active researchers, among them the real Jules Vaillancourt, whom they failed to recognize.

  The man had barged right into the house, they said, and sat down directly across from Marie, staring intently at her. He meticulously went over every detail of her report. When she offered to take him outside to where she’d seen the object, he surprisingly declined and left.

  Munroe would later hypnotize both Marie and her husband to find out more about the visit from the mysterious imposter. Her husband recalled that at one point he had offered ‘Jules’ a drink and a voice inside his head told him, “This is none of your business. Keep out!” He got up and walked out of the room then, leaving Marie all alone with the strange man. Marie recalled feeling dizzy as she sat there looking at him. In a later regression therapy session her husband claimed that he now recognized the figure. He could clearly see a hooded, “alien face” that he recalled from a childhood dream, he claimed, showing obvious fright at the revelation.

  Another stranger appeared in the summer of 1990, in County Tipperary in Ireland. To his great annoyance, farmer James McCleary had found a number of flattened ‘crop circles’ in his field and he wasn’t too happy about the blow to his personal economy. Whatever had made them had crushed his oats and potato crops flat. A half dozen circles had formed on his land in June and July he found, when he went for an afternoon walk about the property, as was his usual custom.

  Suddenly a strange man wearing a dark suit fifty years out of fashion fairly leapt out at him from behind a shed. He was tall and very thin, too thin, and his face was so pale that he looked like he might’ve been freshly dug back up from his grave.

  He had an educated manner, but spoke in a curious way, as if he couldn’t quite fit the proper words into place sometimes. Something about him didn’t seem quite right. He kept referring to himself as “us,” without saying why.

  “Tell us about those designs in your crops,” he said. McCreary politely tried to get the man to move out of his way but he didn’t seem to care to budge at all. He also called each circle “bunches” and expected the farmer to have all the answers regarding them. He got irate when he found that McCreary knew nothing and issued the customary MIB threat that it would “be in his best interest” never to speak of them; or else. McCreary was unaffected. He had never heard of the MIB. He simply walked off, leaving the strange man to his own devices.

  Otherworldly Visitors

  Otherworldly visitors come in all shapes and sizes. If one can imagine a creature, it seems that it has already been observed by a frightened witness or two in the company of UFOs somewhere in the world. Some of the creatures which have been observed in association with these ‘flying saucers’ seem to defy all description, making categorization impossible. So here you have it; a cornucopia of curious oddball entities from ‘outer-space.’ Every attempt has been made to present as broad a range of inhumanoid entities as possible.

  Early one evening in 1869, three young men were caught out mending fences in New South Wales, Australia when they observed a glowing, amorphous looking, white-colored object flying above the ground. Extraordinarily, as the object approached the witnesses it transformed into a humanoid figure which stood over eight-feet tall.

  Bravely, one of the men picked up a stick and hurled it at the startling entity. When it struck the being the blow sounded ‘hollow.’ Perhaps responding to the aggression offered it (or perhaps not), the inhumanoid then reportedly attacked the men, who wisely fled the scene with all due haste. A few days later, when the three once again returned to the area to finish the work, the being appeared to them again, this time accompanied by a spectral hound dragging chains around its neck. As far as I know, that fence still needs mending.

  The Flatwoods Monster

  It was September 12th, 1952. Eddie May, 13, his twelve-year-old brother Fred, and four of their friends were occupying themselves at a playground near their home in Flatwoods, West Virginia when their attention was suddenly drawn to the sky. They all watched in disbelief as a disc-shaped “flying saucer” whizzed by overhead emitting an exhaust that looked like red balls of fire. Even more unbelievable, the UFO slowed down and descended on the other side of a big hill behind the May house.

  Eddie and Fred’s mother, beautician Kathleen May, was a bit surprised when the entire group, all of them nearly breathless from running, came bursting into the house a few minutes later yelling that there was a flying saucer out behind the hill. She laughed it off at first, telling them that it was just their imaginations, but they insisted that such was not the case and wouldn’t back down from their story for an instant. And they had all seen it.

  Finally, seventeen-year-old Gene Lemon grabbed a flashlight and set off to investigate. At the urgent behest of her sons Mrs. May agreed to accompany him, if only to prove to them that there was nothing there. Naturally, the entire group of younger boys fell in behind the two. About halfway up the hill Mrs. May started to change her mind about the boy’s imagination running away with them. She could now see a strange reddish glow emanating from somewhere over the hilltop. Could they really have seen a flying saucer? She was about to find out.

  Gene saw what he thought were the green, glowing eyes of some animal in the brush, and shined his flashlight toward them. What they all saw instead horrified the eight witnesses. It was an immense inhumanoid figure with a blood-red face and huge green eyes peeking out from under a pointed hood.

  Behind the terrifying monster was a “glowing ball of fire as big as a house,” which seemed to be pulsating, growing dimmer and brighter at short intervals. The bizarre creature then made to approach the group. Lemon, his investigative enthusiasm now completely forgotten, let out a long scr
eam of terror, and the entire band of brave amateur UFO hunters turned and fled wildly back down the hill in panic.

  Mrs. May later told reporters that the monster had “terrible claws.” Strangely, some of the boys hadn’t noticed any arms or legs on the thing. Some said that when it moved toward them it didn’t look like it was walking. It “just moved.” Most agreed that the thing was wearing dark, probably dark green, clothing and the height estimates ranged from seven to ten feet. All agreed that the creature had emitted a sickening odor “like sulfur.” Once back home, Mrs. May (seen at left with sketch of the creature) immediately phoned police.

  Lee Steward, Jr., a reporter for the Braxton Democrat, arrived moments just moments before the Sheriff, but most of the witnesses were too frightened to make much sense. Some of them were receiving first-aid from Mrs. May for scrapes and bruises received during their sudden evacuation of the hilltop.

  Later, as things calmed down a bit, Steward persuaded Lemon to accompany him back to the site of the encounter. There was no sign of the giant alien or his spacecraft, but the odor still lingered. Steward later said that it was “sickening and irritating.” He had become familiar with

  a broad variety of gases while serving in the Air Force, he claimed, but he had never smelled any gas with a similar odor.

  More mysterious aerial lights and another puzzling inhumanoid was spotted in Charleston, west Virginia that same year; 1952. The otherworldly entity later became known as the ‘Braxton Beast.’

  It was described as having a fiery red face, a green body and a head that was shaped like the ‘ace of spades.’ Inexplicable indeed.