was talking about is a baseball field that sits behind the local church....we had
always played there. In fact, in this small town it was the only place to
play.

So my Uncle Butch, Butchie, my other 2 cousins and I ran out the door
and through the backyard until we came to the ball field. At first, what
we saw was so unbelievable that we just stood there, but being children
I guess we wanted a closer look, and we walked through the gate to the
first-base side dugout.  Then we even proceded to climb it to be closer
to this thing, while my uncle stayed on the ground!

It was silver-gray in color,as I now call pewter and we didn't see any
windows or doors (or for that matter, any kind of seams like you would
see on a plane).   I have only seen this type of craft in a few
pictures, but it was the kind that had what looked like 3 large balls
underneath it. This Craft was about 90 feet in diameter... we pretty much had
the size down since it was much bigger than the baseball diamond which
runs 60 feet from base to base. The oddest thing I really remember was
how it was just hanging there....there was almost no noise at all except
for a very slight hum (but I must repeat, very slight!).   A few of us
even tried to touch this thing flying there. It was about 10 feet off
the ground, and about 20 feet from us, but since we were on the dugout
it seemed like it was sitting right in our laps.

While we sat there we had to keep on covering our eyes, as dust was
being kicked up by the craft and at times was flying into our eyes. My
Uncle did nothing but stand there and watch. We chattered, asking, "What
is it?" and "How come there is no sound from something this big?".  
After a few minutes this craft started to lift up ever so slowly, and it
just kept on going straight up until it was like a helium balloon so far
up that you could hardly see it.  Then it just took off.

People have asked me "Did you have any sun burn?".   No, there were no
marks at all, or any kind of burns on us. I have also been asked if
there was any missing time. I know there was not.

Now the final part of this story is very strange. My uncle worked for
the Marine State Police in Maryland, and after this happened I knew he
had called someone about this sighting  because he was very excited.  Us
kids went upstairs to watch out the window (I think we spent half the
night doing this). After my uncle finished his phone call, he was
walking around the place like a cat on a hot tin roof. I'm not really sure if
he was upset or nervous.

The next day when my uncle came home from work, he called us kids
together for a sort of pow-wow, but we knew something was wrong because he
was physically upset.  When he started talking we knew he meant what he
said.  He told us that we were never to talk about this to anyone, and
we were to keep our mouths shut!  He said we didn't see anything...and
he kept repeating "DO YOU UNDERSTAND"....I will never forget this
because we were all trying to say "But, BUT!" and he kept saying to "SHUT
UP",  repeating it over and over, and that we were not to talk to anyone
about this thing we saw or we could get into big trouble!  So of course
we all told him that we would not say anything.

Later that day was another thing! We were told to stay inside the house
until we were told that we could go out again. As we stayed in the
house, we started to see people walking around out back, heading for the
baseball field. They were carrying some kind of instruments, but being
young I didn't know what they were doing.  For the rest of that day they
were there. The following day they returned, and we started to watch
them again when we began to comment on a strange person that was just
standing there. The reason we noticed him was that he was wearing all
BLACK, which was strange since it had been very hot the past few days we
all knew that black clothing drew heat. This person never spoke to anyone
and just watched, dressed in black with a hat that was also black, but
really looked to big for his head.

This person, did not approach anyone, or even talk to anyone that we
could see, he was just watching what was going on...as time went by he
just vanished...and who had told my Uncle to quiet us? The threat of this
person or persons remained both nameless and faceless. Even going to my
Uncle's grave of which he never talked to us about it!

After this sighting this pretty much had set the tone for me, into
reading about other worlds and the strange happenings going on, but it
wasn't untill 88' that I started to dig around to find some truths...

When They Visit You..Who Are They?

During these strange visitations, the most notable feature that singles
these visitors out as more than just members of a UFO group or
curiosity seekers is their irrational and eccentric behaviour. They often look
very normal, except for their dark clothing. Their car, if they have
one usually is quite large . They have also appeared to come from
nowhere, often, disapperaing as fast as they have appeared. The threats that
they impose on a person are very demanding.

John Keel author of 'The Mothman Prophecies' and 'Operation Trojan'
talks about the MIB activity in the USA during 1965 and 1967. Keel himself
professed some experience of these nocturnal meetings with these
entities.

In one reported case an individual in civilian clothes, who represented
himself as a member of NORAD (North America Radar Defence Network),
demanded and received photographs belonging to a private citizen. In
another case, a person in an Air Force uniform approached local police and
other citizens who had sighted an UFO, assembled them in a school room
and told them that they did not see what they thought they saw, and that
they should not talk to anyone about their sighting.

In one very strange case in September 1976, Dr. Herbert Hopkins was
called in on a consult and to hypnotise a UFO witness in Maine USA, he
found himself visited by two of these MIBs, one being a WIB (Woman in
Black). The man had lip gloss on his mouth and lipstick smears; he also
wore ill-fitting clothes. The woman was physically lopsided. At the
conclusion of the by now routine sequence of inane questions this far from
the UFO obsessed witness, Dr. Hopkins, was told by the MIBs that they had
to go as they were running low on energy!

Robert (Bob) Luca and his wife Betty Andreasson (Luca) have often been
plagued with the government type of harassment while living in their
home in Connecticut. Since their move, things seemed to have been a bit
more quieter for them, but as I was talking to Bob he wrote to tell me
of one experience he had had in the 80's. The following is that story:

In the early 1980's, I think 1983 during the winter Betty and I decided
to take a trip to Florida to visit Betty's sister who lived in Pompano
Beach FL. Normally I would make the drive from Connecticut with only
two stops at rest area's to take a nap.

This trip was a little different as we had many delays due to road
construction and accidents. We got as far as Lake Worth FL. and decided to
stop overnight at a campground were we had stayed in the past while
vacationing with our camp trailer.

We pulled into the Lake Worth Campground on Lake Worth Road about a
half hour before dark.

As soon as I went into the office I heard two people talking about a
UFO sighting over the campground the night before. Being tired and not
wishing to engage in a long conversation I said nothing instead I paid
for our lot and went back to the car.

We had a car with fold down seats that made a reasonably comfortable
bed and  thought we would settle in for a good nights sleep and than, in
the morning, shower and be on our way.   Well, that
did not happen.

As we were stretching out getting ready to go to sleep a baseball sized
multi faceted multi colored ball of light drifted into the car THROUGH
the closed drivers door.

This ball was illuminated from within and slowly passed through the car
from the drivers side to the passengers side. Thinking this was quite
unusual I made a mental note of it and again settled down
to sleep.

Later that night, after midnight I heard a car pull in near us and
looked out the window surprised to see a dark Cadillac car had pulled up to
the rear of our car at a forty-five degree angle.   Thinking they were
probably trying to beat the campground out of the overnight fee I went
back to sleep.   I awoke again around three am. needing to use the rest
rooms that were about thirty or
forty yards from us.

As I exited our car without waking Betty and locked the door behind me.  
While walking back from the rest rooms I noticed the car parked near us
was a black four door Cadillac sedan with the familiar yellow New York
license plates.   As I approached the left rear of the car all four
doors opened at EXACTLY the same time.   Four men got out of the car, all
were dressed in black suits with black ties, white shirts and black
rimmed hats.   These men appeared to be Asian, all were very slender of
build and looked very much alike as brothers would. Strangely I felt no
fear or threat from these men, possibly because of their lack of size or
body weight.  

As I passed the car still looking at them they all moved around the
car, much as children playing musical chairs, and when they were all
exactly opposite of their starting positions they entered the car and closed
all four doors again at EXACTLY the same time.   The sound was as
though only one door had closed.   I got into our car thinking wow those
guy's are weird.  

Some physical proof of the evenings events were apparent in the
morning.   First when I turned on the radio and the time came on I noticed the
digital clock in the car had gained twenty minutes overnight.  

The previous day it was in sync with the time given on the radio. 
Second the roads in the
campground were all laid out like a grid running east/west or
north/south.   The compass was pointing due north when we parked the night
before and now it was pointing almost due east, a change of almost ninety
degrees.   The compass would never read correctly again.   Also when
walking around the car with a hand held compass, the compass would point
directly to the car as it should, the only exception being the area of
the drivers door where the ball of light had come
through.   When the compass was near the drivers door it would spin
quickly AWAY from the car even at distances of four to five feet from the
car.   To this day electrical engineers I have talked to cannot explain
the effects on the compass or digital clock except to say perhaps they
were subjected to some type of electrical magnetic pulse.   This is the
closest I have ever come to the MIB and to this day I sure wish I had
the presence of mind to ask them what they were doing.

Changing With The Times?

As most MIB sightings go, they are often viewed just like the movie
(Men in Black) with Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith, with their black
clothing, sun glasses and Big Black menacing Cars. These were the typical
sightings in the early 50's, 60's and even going into the 70's. But now
there seems to be a "new" trend to the Mibs. They are often seen now in
different color cars, and of course impersonating members of a UFO
group or some agency.
The following are true accounts of these strange men.

Last year, Sharon's first occurance with these individuals was, having
a silent black heliocopter hoovering over her bedroom for about 3
minutes.  She only realized it was out there because her dog was going nuts,
Then she went outside and bingo, right above her house about 40 feet or
so, was the most ominus helicopter. This was in Feb of 1999. It was
black with tinted windows and very long blades, silent, no landing gear
visiable.

It took off gracefully from where it was hoovering and flew off towards
the naval base on the bay.
 
In March of 99', Sharon spent the nite in a hotel on the beach. Kinda
to get away from all the strangeness around me at that time.

As she drove to the beach and turned onto the highway that led to Port
Aransas, at which time she noticed another heliocopter, just like the
one that had been over her home. Sharon watched it as it followed her
all the way to Port Aransas city limits, where it banked right in front
of her car and then flew off towards the Gulf of Mexico. 

Unnerved by this event, Sharon kept her mind on getting on with her
short journey. She signed into her bungalo on the beach and went for a
walk along the beach. She was the only person on this beach, which was odd
she had thought.  Placed on the sand periodically are port-a-pottys
made of wood.  As she passed the 3rd one she had an eerie feeling of being
watched. Sharon kept walking not looking around, until the feeling
gripped her in my gut.  She turned around and looked up and there above the
3rd potty station was a helicopter, same type. Pointed directly at her. 
Not a sound did this machine make, all she could hear was the air from
the blades. Sharon could not see inside for all the windows were dark.
She simply stated to them, that they could do nothing to her. That she
was protected and turned herself around and started walking the half
mile back to my bungalo.

Sharon had turned around once, saw that the heliocopter had turned to
follow her yet it was still in the same place. She decided to walk a
little faster, her heart was racing for she realized if they decided to
they could take her then and there and no one would ever know. Sharon's
family did not know where she was in Port Aransas at this point for she
had not called them yet to let them know she had arrived.  So she
walked very quickly, the heliocopter did not follow her, instead it seemed
to have "vanished", surely she just did not see what direction it flew
off to.

Sharon had went out to dinner that nite and got back home and called
her husband to let him know she was well. She told him to call back so
that the call would be less expensive. She waited for an hour for him to
call, before she tried calling him back.  In the mean time, Sharon
tried to turn on her television, it wouldnt work, all static, then she
tried her CD player that she brought with her, same thing.  That is when
Sharon decided she would try to get her husband again.  She called, the
operator said that her number was not a working number, the operator
tried several times, she insisted it was not a working number. So Sharon
asked her to try a few others (friends numbers) she got the same thing,
this even confused her.  Sharon finally gave up, called the front desk,
and asked that someone come see about her television, the man on the
phone was very ummm 'cold' and said, we will have someone with you
shortly' and hung up.  At this point Sharon remembered she had the cell phone
and decided to try to call a friend of hers (a fellow experiencer)  who
lived in another state.  She got through to his voice mail, left him a
message that if he had not heard from her by ten am the next morning to
get ahold of her husband.

Then she became very sleepy and fell asleep on one of the beds.  When
she awoke, Sharon thought it was morning and she found herself not only
in the other bed above the covers, but but was naked as well.  With a
very groggy mind, she went looking for my clothes. She finally found
them in the living room area of the bungalo by the front door on the
floor. (A very strange place to be!)

She got redressed (in different clothes) and checked the time, it was
10:30 pm, how could that be? For when she left the message on her
friends service it was around 10pm. just 30 minutes had passed? This could
not be possible.

As Sharon walked over to the television and turned it on, to see if it
would work now, indeed it did and Sienfeld was on, confirming the time
for her. She then tried my CD player, it too worked. Then tried her
husband on the phone and got through with no problem. She did not at the
time tell him of her strange sleep she had. 

She had hung up with him, finished watching Sienfeld and while a part
of another show came on she again fell asleep. She awoke from a strange
"dream"  that really did not feel at all like a dream.  The following
is what she had recalled!
 
Getting out of bed after falling asleep, walking down the short hallway
running her fingers along the wall as she did, and into the living room
area, which was quiet small.  There on the couch was a Man, dressed in
dark colors, thin tie and the infamous dark glasses.  There was another
Man standing right at the door dressed exactly the same way.  Now here
is where Sharon's memory gets all joggled. The next thing she recall is
a prick of a needle, and then being told, "You will cooperate and not
speak of this anymore, You will not remember this "
  
She did not recall them removing her clothes, but she did recall one
placing her in the bed, she was really out of it. Then her memory ends,
or the dream ended.
 
What she felt is this, the dream was her memories coming forth of them
when they were just there.  In other words, she fell asleep the first
time, they showed up, did thier "thing" and she woke up naked, then fell
asleep again, and dreamt what was done to her. Partially. 

There was a needle mark on her arm, she can tell you that. 
When she awoke from the "dream"  she really expected it to be late, but
it was only midnite. She got up showered, and then showered again.  Put
on clean nite clothes again, turned the TV way up and ended up falling
asleep again without any incident, waking up at then 5am.

Sharon had went for a walk on the beach, ate breakfest, called home and
told her husband she was coming home. 

On the way back to the city she realized that she needed to call her
friend in the other state whom she was able to leave a message with.  It
was now 10 am,as she called, got his voice mail and told him that she
was on her way home and fine.
 
Later that night at home she contacted that same friend, he told her he
gottem the messages, but had asked her, "Why did you send them right
after each other?" 
Her friend was in Law Enforcement and his voicemail messages are sure
to get through with both times and dates...this system has never failed.
Now the message she sent him at 10 pm the nite she had arrived in Port
Aransas he did not get until the next morning at the same time he got
the "I'm on my way home and am safe' message the next day!

Was this a MIB visit? These strangers were very drone in speaking, in
fact Sharon didn't recall the one by the door saying anything. She has
also had strange vehicals parked outside her home for hours. Tinted
windows, odd plate, or no plates. These vehicals are not always black in
colour they have been green, white and red.

Impersonating Others?

A man in July of 93' who had taken film of some lights of a UFO on his
camcorder from an east coast town loaned it, on their request, to a UFO
group. They provided no identification or a receipt (as all reputable
groups will these days), and the film disappeared without a trace. That
UFO group, as later inquiries established, does not exist.

Jenny Randles, investigator and author of numerous books, also fell
victim when a journalist arrived to make a radio program for the BBC. At
his insistence she gave him an important tape recording of an encounter
at a military base. But he had refused to take a good-quality copy
instead of the original. In fact, luckily, he was given another better
quality copy (not the original), as he had believed. The program never
appeared, and extensive checks with the BBC could not identify neither him
nor his work.

The Photographing Session Or PIBs (Photographers In Black)

The following is an account by Amy Hebert, whom has had many
experiences.

On Friday, May 5th, 1995, around 6:00pm, I was driving to a hypnosis
class (for my certification) heading east on a major thoroughfare in
Dallas. I saw a flash of light in the car and thought it was some kind of
reflection off something but it was cloudy and there was no sun. I saw
it again, another
flash of light, and I thought some police car might be flashing its
spotlight around at various cars or something. I looked at a mall parking
lot to my left but no police car was there. I just blew it off and went
on driving. Then, I saw it again and I thought maybe it was lightning.
Every time the flash lit up the inside of my car. I watched the sky for
a minute but saw no lightning.

The fourth time the inside of my car lit up, I saw something out of the
corner of my right eye. I automatically turned to my right and saw a
man with a camera snapping pictures of me and my car. He was about 35
years old, wearing a black shirt, driving a beige, mid-sized pick-up truck
and
had a camera in his right hand snapping pictures with the flash on.

He was in the right hand lane even with my car driving parallel with my
car. When I turned and looked at him, he took one more picture, put the
camera down on the seat beside him, grinned right at me, put on a
black, baseball hat or part of some uniform and drove off ahead of me. I
realized he had been taking pictures of the back of my car then of me in
my car!

For a minute or two, I was stunned. I wondered, "Now why in the hell
would anyone be taking pictures of me and my car?" It just didn't make
sense. Then I remembered when that black car had chased me and my vow to
chase any car that followed me again. I got angry, stepped on the gas
and went after the guy.

Weaving in and out of evening traffic, I caught up with him and stayed
right up on his bumper no matter how fast he went. When he stopped for
a red light, I got out a piece of paper, slapped it on the dashboard
and started writing down his license plate number and a description of
him and his truck. He watched me steadily thru his rear view mirror the
whole time. I followed him down the road for a while until I had to turn
to go to my class. I paid good money for that class and nothing was
going to keep me from being there. A few days later, I went to the Motor
Vehicle Tax and
Registration Office and had them look up the owner of the truck. I
signed a piece of paper, paid $3.00 and they gave me a print out of the
owner's name listed for that vehicle. I read the print-out and died
laughing! The owner was listed as "Jo Bob's Used Cars" (not the actual name
but almost as
humorous).

I looked up "Jo Bob's Used Cars" in the phone book, got the phone
number and called. When a man's voice answered, I asked him if he was "Jo
Bob". He said no, his name was Mike (pseudonym) but he was the owner of
the car lot. I asked him if he could tell me more about a beige truck
with the
license plate #XXXXXX that I had seen on his car lot after they were
closed. I pretended I was an interested customer. He wanted to know what
make and model but I had to say I didn't know. He laughed and said he
could not find the truck I was interested in if I didn't know what kind
of truck
it was.

I asked him if he could look up the license plates in his files and
find the truck that way. He said he'd have to check his files and call me
back. But, he kept asking questions so I finally told him why I was
calling. I just wanted to know who owned it - or who bought it. He
became very defensive. I was not mad I just wanted to know who had been
taking pictures of me. I asked him if maybe it belonged to one of his
employees. He said he did not have any employees. Finally, he said he would
check on the truck in question and I could call him back in 30 minutes.
I thanked him and hung up.

About 2 minutes later, my phone rang and it was Mike (owner of Jo Bob's
Used Cars). I was surprised that he was calling me because I had NOT
given him my phone number. I asked him how he had gotten my phone number
and he said he had the "star-call-back system" (some system that will
dial back the number that just called). He wanted to know my name. I
told him, "You have pictures of me and my car, now you have my phone
number, I am NOT about to tell you my name!" He said he was afraid I was
planning to sue him. I assured him I did not plan to sue anyone, I just
wanted to know who was taking pictures of me and my car and why. He
finally agreed to find out who bought the truck and said I could call him
back in 20 minutes.

While I waited to call him back, I called the Dallas Police Department
and spoke with a police sergeant. The sergeant munched her sandwich
while I told her the story over the phone. She said there is no law
against someone taking pictures of you in your car - I didn't think there
was. I was just checking because friends advised me to. The sergeant
suggested that maybe this guy was part of some car-theft ring and they were
taking pictures of cars they wanted to steal. I pictured my car and
died laughing. I told the sergeant my car was a 1984, Chrysler with fading
red paint. It was NOT a car ANYONE would want to steal.

After 20 minutes, I called Mike back at Jo Bob's Used Cars. For about
15 minutes, the line remained busy. Finally, I got through and a man
answered the phone. I asked to speak to Mike, he paused and said Mike had
gone home. I asked him who he was since Mike said he didn't have any
employees. He said he was "John". I asked him what time they closed and
he hesitated again. I knew it was Mike and he knew that I knew. We just
played the game. I asked when Mike would return and the man on the line
said Mike would be back in the morning. I asked when they opened and
again he kept hesitating. Finally he told me they opened at 9 am. I
thanked him and said I'd call Mike in the morning. I decided I'd probably
never get any information out of Mike so I didn't call him back. I'd find
out what was going on through other sources.

I don't know what to make of these HIB's, CIB's and PIB's
(tongue-in-cheek abbreviations) but a definite color scheme becomes apparent. Either
these individuals are part of some color blind organization or they
have some strange affinity for black. Must be some kind of fashion
statement.?

The black helicopters didn't bother me because I could rationalize that
they were just flying over...until one almost landed on our house!
Being chased by a black car didn't bother me because I reasoned it must
have been some pervert on the road. But when somebody starts taking
pictures of you and your car (and you ain't no beauty queen in a Porche), you
start to wonder what is going on.
 
The enigma of the so called Men in Black is almost as much of a mystery
as the UFO phenomenon itself. But does such an agency really exist?
However when all the evidence is considered, it does seem that nearly all
aspects of supernatural interest are in some way monitored by an
agency, that until now has remained both faceless and nameless!

References and Thanks

Jenny Randles nufon@currantbun.com : Book of UFOs -Sterling Publishing
Co.  ISBN 0-8069-8132-0   Email (letter) account

Bob Luca bluca@pilot.infi.net: Email (letter) account 
http://www.aaf-ufo.com/

Amy Hebert yelorose@swbell.net :  Email (letter) account
http://TheVanguard.tripod.com

Sharon  Orionwng11@aol.com  Email (letter) account

Peter Brookesmith: The Government Files  Publisher Barnes & Noble ©1996
ISBN 0-7607-0218-7

About the Author:
Louise A. Lowry is the Editor of an on-line e-zine newsletter that is
put out every week on the paranormal. She is a mother and home maker for
her husband that has supported her for over 31 years during her search
for the truth. The weekly Newsletter "World Of The Strange" has been
on-going since 97' and now supports over 2,000 subscribers and numerous
discussion list!
She also helps Co-Moderate a discussion group called Para-Discuss along
with T.J. Elias tje@tje.net
of the Paranormal Research Primer http://www.tje.net/para/main/
Louise has also been an research investigator for Skywatch
Internationl, Inc.

Article also mentioned in Paranoia Magazine http://www.paranoiamagazine.com/
Issue # 24