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15 Travis Walton - Fire in the Sky 15 Travis Walton - Fire in the Sky "Take it easy, Travis, you're all right An Ordinary Day now. They didn't harm you, did they?" An Ordinary Day Continued from Page 14 "No . . . but those eyes, those horrible Continued from Page 14 eyes! They just kept looking at me!" I began to resist them, but all three "Just so you're okay, that's all that began pushing me gently backward down onto counts," Duane said. "Everyone has been the table. I looked up at the ceiling, covered worried sick about you." with panels of softly glowing white light with a "If it's already after midnight, I must faint blue cast. have been unconscious for a couple of hours," I I saw that the woman suddenly had an replied shakily. "Because I only remember object in her hand from out of nowhere — it about an hour or an hour and a half inside that looked like one of those clear, soft plastic thing." oxygen masks, only there were no tubes Duane and Grant looked at me strangely. connected to it. The only thing attached to it was "Travis, feel your face," Duane said. a small black golfball-sized sphere. "Good hell, I just shaved this morning She pressed the mask down over my and it feels like a week's growth!" I exclaimed, mouth and nose. I started to reach up to pull it still not comprehending. away. Before I could complete the motion, I "Travis," Duane said gently, "you've rapidly became weak. Everything started been missing for five days!" [] turning gray. Then there was nothing at all but black oblivion . . . About the Author Consciousness returned to me on the night I awoke to find myself on the cold TRAVIS WALTON TRAVIS WALTON pavement west of Heber, Arizona. I was lying on my stomach, my head on my right forearm. Cold air brought me instantly awake. I looked Exxon station. I dialed the operator — a dime up in time to see a light turn off on the bottom was not required to reach an operator in our part of a curved, gleaming hull. As I'd raised my of the country — and panted out the number of head up, a white light caught my eye just before my sister. She was the only nearby relative with it blinked off. Either a light had been turned off a telephone. or a hatch had closed, cutting off the light from My brother-in-law Grant answered. It inside. I only caught a glimpse as I raised my was 12:05 A.M. head; I could not be sure which it was. I was in an incredible mental state, Then I saw the mirrored outline of a difficult to describe. As best I can remember, I rounded, silvery disc hovering four feet above shouted something like: "They brought me the paved surface of the road. It must have been back!" Then I babbled, "I'm out here in Heber, about forty feet in diameter because it extended please get somebody to come and get me!" My several feet off the left side of the road. It was hand shook as I held the cold receiver. too large for the highway and it extended past Grant was not amused. He took this call the roadside to my left to clear a cutaway rock to be another cruel joke. "Uh, I think you have embankment on the other side of the highway. It the wrong number," he replied sarcastically, appeared to be about fourteen feet high in the starting to hang up. center. "Wait! It's me, Travis!" I screamed Travis Walton (born April 23 1957) is an For an instant it floated silently above hysterically into the receiver. American logger who claims to have been the road, a dozen yards away. I could see the "Where are you?" he asked, still abducted by a UFO on November 5, 1975, night sky, the surrounding trees, and the suspicious of a joke. while working with a logging crew in the highway center line reflected in the curving "I'm at the Heber Exxon station." Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest in Arizona. mirror of its hull. I noticed a faint warmth "Okay," he replied, almost Walton could not be found, but reappeared after radiating onto my face. Then, abruptly, it shot apologetically, yet still cautious of a prank. five days of intensive searches. vertically into the sky, creating a strong breeze "Stay right there. I'll come and get you. Just The Walton case received considerable that stirred the nearby pine boughs and rustled hang on." mainstream publicity and remains one of the the dry oak leaves that lay in the dry grass Grant drove the three miles from Taylor best-known instances of alleged alien beside the road. It gave off no light; and it was over to Snowflake and found my brother Duane abduction. UFO historian Jerome Clark writes almost instantly lost from sight. at Mom's house. He told Duane about the call, that "Few abduction reports have generated as The most striking thing about its and of his doubts it was really me. Duane, too, much controversy" as the Walton case.[1] It is departure was its quietness. It seemed thought the call might have been yet another furthermore one of the very few alien abduction impossible that something so large, moving example of someone's idiotic concept of humor. cases with corroborative eyewitnesses, and one through the atmosphere at such speed, would But they decided they couldn't risk not of few abduction cases where the time allegedly not have shrieked through the air, or even investigating. They set out for Heber, thirty- spent in the custody of aliens plays a rather broken the sound barrier with a sonic boom. Yet three miles away. minor role in the overall account. it had been totally silent! Lights suddenly shone into the phone UFO researchers Jenny Randles and I scrambled shakily to my feet. My legs booth. Relief flooded over me when I raised my Peter Houghe write that "Neither before or since felt rubbery. I swayed, then caught my balance. head and saw the headlights of Duane's pickup. has an abduction story" begun in the manner I looked around and recognized the deserted Duane and Grant got out and came to where I related by Walton and his coworkers. stretch of curving road as the highway that was still slumped in the phone booth. Duane Furthermore, the Walton case is singular in that wound down the canyon into Heber from the opened the glass door of the booth and helped "the victim vanished for days on end with police west. me to my feet. squads out searching ... it is an atypical "Close I ran wildly down the deserted highway, "Am I ever glad to see you!" Grant said. Encounter: Fourth Kind" (CE4) ... which bucks across the bridge into Heber, stopping at the Duane helped me into the warm truck the trend so much that it worried some new building across from the Union 76 service and asked Grant to drive. On the way to investigators; others defend it staunchly." station. No one answered my desperate Snowflake I tried to tell them about what (Randles and Hough, 186) Visit the Travis knocking. No cars passed by. happened to me, but I just couldn't get it all out. Walton Website at: I ran down the highway, over the second "They were awful — white skin — great big www.travis-walton.com bridge, to the row of telephone booths at the eyes . . ." I sobbed in horror. www.travis-walton.com