Divisa Michigan-Indiana, por volta de 1952: mãe e filha dizem que um objeto silencioso seguiu o carro até a fazenda

Date: March 17, 1958. To: Director of Special Investigations, The Inspector General, Department of the Air Force, Building Tempo E, 4th and Adams Drive, S. W., Washington, D. C. From: John Edgar Hoover, Director, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Subject: FLYING SAUCERS, MISCELLANEOUS - INFORMATION CONCERNING. Enclosed for your information is a copy of a letter forwarded to this Bureau by Mrs. Harold Ferguson of Elkhart, Indiana, which is self-explanatory. No action in this connection is contemplated by this Bureau. Enclosure. 1 - Director of Naval Intelligence (Enclosure). 1 - Assistant Chief of Staff, Intelligence (Enclosure), Department of the Army, Attention: Chief, Security Division. 1 - Indianapolis (Enclosure). NOTE: Mrs. Ferguson relates having seen flying saucers and expresses her belief that outer spacemen have been landing in the vicinity of her home and taking newspapers and magazines which she left out for them. No action for the Bureau other than the dissemination indicated. Bufiles negative re Ferguson. No reply desirable [...]. AF has unit for checking such reports.

This is the true story of our visitors from outer space 5 or 6 years ago. Many people wonder whether there are people living in other worlds and many people wish they knew for sure and some people wish they could contact them. Of course there are people living in another world at least and probably many worlds. My husband and three daughters and I were living on our farm in Michigan (in the sticks). Our oldest daughter was working as a waitress about seven miles from our place at the Country Club, that summer vacation to help pay her college expenses. I would go after her at midnight then wait untill she was ready to go home. One night right soon after we left the highway we noticed this moving object a little ahead of us along the side of the road. It had tiny lights blinking on and off and for just a second when the lights were off we could see a dark moving object or shape is a better word. There was absolutely no noise whatever but I realized at once there were human beings guiding it. I was three miles

from the highway to our home which made six home driveways and three roads leading off of our road that we were traveling. At each place this outer plane would hover until they knew whether we were turning off or going on by, then they would swiftly glide on ahead of us, they staid just above the trees and a little ahead of us showing they were very intelligent people because had they staid behind us we would have speeded up and panicked. When we came to our place they hesitated until we turned in then they turned in over our garden beside the drive away. My daughter got out on her side and I got out on my side of the car. They were only a short distance from from us and down much lower. They were motionless and noiseless no motors at all. We stared at each other a long time, the thot crossed my mind that they were probably taking our picture. I was completely speechless and awed. I felt the enormity of this thing that was happening. They come from endless time endless distance I felt that it was out of eternity itself. After some time they moved first on across the field down towards the river. Silently we went in to the house

and on to bed without saying a word about it. It was no time for words I didn't want to break the wonderment of this little piece of sacred time in my life. Every night from now on our dog which was tied nights to his dog house in the back yard would bark just a few minutes when the last light was turned off. I could tell by his bark that it was not just another animal but a person out there. The old orchard at the edge of the yard was wild and grown up with grass and bushes and small trees and six or eight old big trees. There on the edge behind high bushes of lilacs stood our indispensable little square (library). I noticed that the newspapers and magazines were missing every morning. I had a good idea of what was going on so I purposly put out newspapers and magazines every evening then checked in the morning and they were always gone. One day our youngest daughter mentioned that every night when she turns off her light the dog would bark and she'd see a peculiar red round light out there in the back yard. That night when the dog started to bark I opened

her door to see what it looked like. The light was the size of a pie plate it was red but it didn't throw a beam of light like our flashlights but it did have depth. There were at least two people one waited outside and watched while the other one went inside to get the papers. We lived right on the state line and we got Indiana papers so every evening I'd put out The Elkhart Truth, the South Bend Tribune and Chicago Sunday Tribune and magazines. One night the dog was not tied and he started to bark but his bark was sliced off. I'll never forget the sound of it. I supposed that they killed him but I was not brave enough to go out and look. I got up early the next morning to see he had run half way across the yard and he had fallen over just as he ran. he was unconcious but not dead. I walked right by him but he didn't move. This was another proof of their goodness and human qualities because their flashlight was a ray light and they could have killed him had they wanted to. He came to enough to pull himself into a more comfortable position before

the girls got up. It was noon before he could walk and three months before he was well again. One morning at the end of the six weeks I found a strange newspaper on the shelf in our (library). On top of the paper was a good quality sheet of white paper with the key to the print in the newspaper. There letters are almost like ours a couple exactly like ours however they use three letters together instead of one alone. [drawing: rows of groups of three small circles] I suppose to hear them read it would sound like a sing song of phrases. They didn't use end of sentence dots or punctuations of any kind. No capital letters either. I know that they must have learned to read our printed matter but if we heard them read it we wouldn't understand it I mean our own language. I'm sure that they get the the right meaning tho. I hid the newspaper untill I could decide what to do with it but some one found it and burned it up. I feel terrible about it I know it

is unforgivable but that is what did happen anyway. The morning that I found the newspaper I went upstairs and looked down across the orchard to the river and there was the flying saucer. It was made of transparent material like glass it was dome shaped like an eskimo hut. Inside was a large ring (like a napkin ring) only huge and every thing was inside this ring and as I looked the whole ring was lit up in colors and I could no longer see inside the ring. It rose straight up and showed very plainly against the trees but after it was above the trees it looked just like a star. Pilots probably saw them many times and didn't realize what they were looking at. They probably didn't use this for outer space travel but had a huge ship plane somewhere and used this only for travel on this earth, they probably had more of them somewhere. My husband died two years ago so I rented the farm and my daughters and I live in Elkhart, Indiana now. So I don't know if they ever came back or not. I know that I have no proof that this is true but I thought I'd see if the government did believe any of it. Outer space people can read

our print if they would put up a station with our print in neon lights they could understand what it is and that it would be for an exchange of newspapers. I imagine that they are quite disgusted with our sputniks and they could give us much knowledge that we need if we could contact them. If you think that there is nothing to this and you don't believe it don't answer if you want to answer send a letter to a friend of mine you can't write to my home because my own relatives would lock me up if they knew that I wrote to you because they definitly would not believe it so I never talked about this to any one (Oh yes our picture was inside) my name Mrs. Harold Ferguson put your letter in a sealed envelope with my name on it and put it in another envelope and address to [name and address of a friend in Elkhart, Indiana].