The following events happened to a good friend of ours during the winter of ’89
in the village of Marston Mortaine, Bedfordshire, England.

The witness' name is Philip Kinsella: Philip himself tells the story in his own words.

ALIEN IN THE HOUSE

by Philip Kinsella

“Standing in the kitchen with my twin brother Ronald, and my sister Christine

along with our dog Benji, we talked about what our days had comprised of, until

Ronald suddenly said something peculiar: “there’s going to be an earthquake, or

grandma’s going to die.”

His statement had nothing to do with what we were discussing, which seemed most

odd.

Then quite suddenly with Ronald’s words still running through my mind, the whole

kitchen seemed to be charged with what I can only describe as an electrical

current – rather like static.

To say that things didn’t seem right is the understatement of all time!

I had been standing behind the kitchen bar while all of this was happening

facing the open door, which looked across to the hall.

Then I noticed that the hallway itself was lit like a torch.

And then I saw ‘it’!

Everything happened so quickly, I hardly had time to get hold of my senses.

The dog went mad, and as the flash of light lit the hall a very small man

dressed in black stepped through the long glass panel in the front door, as if

the glass were a sheet of water.

‘It’ darted into the downstairs study, then reappeared to our view and moved

with such speed that my mind couldn’t initially register what I or my brother or

sister were looking at.

It was about three feet tall, wearing what I assumed to be black, shiny leather,

and had some type of head covering, rather like an oversized motorcycle helmet.

At this point it ran past some pot plants in the hall.

Although I could hear the sound of leaves rubbing across its uniform, (shall we

call it?), as it ran, the little being made no noise whatsoever.

‘It’ seemed as though it was floating, but firmly fixed to the ground at the

same time, if that makes any sense!

Immediately after, ‘it’ disappeared up the hall stairs and I reached behind me

for a knife.

My mind was set on there being an intruder in the house.

Both Ronald and Christine were confused and the dog was still going mad.

However, in spite of a thorough search around the house, we couldn’t find any

trace of the being, and there was no explanation to this unusual event.

To my mind, (and this is a hypothesis which I have now come to accept), what we

witnessed was the appearance of a ‘Grey’, as these particular aliens are known.

I have seen UFOs many times, but I always maintained an air of scepticism.

This event however, left me so stunned, confused and frightened that I had to

find help.

I contacted a well known British ufologist some years later who was kind and

sympathetic over the phone.

But even though subsequent investigations of our house by trained personnel,

(resulting from this call), nothing has ever been satisfactorily proved about

what happened to us.

At the time I told this researcher that I wanted all the details of this

particular encounter, (along with all the others which both Ronald and I have

had), buried, so that no–one would know about them.

But now I have decided to come out and tell people.

Why should I be ashamed of something happening to me that was both terrifying

and beyond my control?

Why, I thought, should I hide in a cave and keep my lips sealed and eyes

covered?

True, both Ronald and I sometimes have over–active imaginations, (because we

write and illustrate children’s books as hobby), but that doesn’t give any

expert the right to rubbish the testimonies of individuals like us who see UFOs

and aliens.

There is no glamour in it whatsoever.

What do I gain when my career and reputation is at stake?

To this day I still think about the little man I saw and of the strange

atmosphere around the house.

For weeks after the event, our dog found comfort in the far corner of the

kitchen and acted in a strange manner, not wanting to go near the hall at all.

The previous encounters I’ve had with UFOs, along with some strange, recurring

dreams, prompted me to attend a local UFO group.

The Government has a lot to explain and we feel that their lies have got to

stop.

People need to know the truth and if it means blowing the lid on those officials

who continually deny the existence of UFOs, then so be it.

They have not once satisfactorily explained, in any way, what UFOs really are.

If it really is all bogus as they try to tell us, then why are millions of

reports of the phenomenon registered annually?

Thankfully, my encounter with the little man in black has widened my belief in

aliens and Ufos.