I just finished a re-read of "Fringe-ology", by Steve Volk. Volk devotes a section to the Stephenville sightings, for which he apparently traveled to Stephenville for face to face interviews with witnesses. This is the kind of work every author on the subject of the paranormal should be doing.
Related in his book is one of those incidents that doesn't bear too much pondering because the cognitive dissonance just hurts too darned much. It goes right to the heart of the issue of governmental weirdness that leaves us angry and frustrated.
One the the prime witnesses--perhaps
the prime witness--was local resident Ricky Sorrells. Sorrells looked up while out hunting to see a craft the size of a city hovering low overhead. Volk describes Sorrells as the kind of down to earth guy who probably wouldn't read a book on UFOs for any reasonable amount of money.
Shortly after Sorrells going public with his experience, aircraft and helicopters began to overfly his house at odd hours. Indeed, the whole town experienced this. He received a call from someone who identified himself as a USAF officer demanding Sorrells meet him at some specified location for a "talk" . To make a longish story shorter: Sorrells declined, insisted the military stop overflying his property and suggested they stay outside his perimeter property fence.
Sorrells was subsequently visited at 1:00 a.m. in the morning by a strange man simply standing in the rain and staring at his house. The next morning--as the story goes--Sorrells found muddy tracks near where the stranger was standing and a single bullet left as a calling card.
I wish I didn't believe this happened. But somehow I do. Something is very wrong here.
And we don't even begin to know where to look for answers.
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