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Thanks for bringing these cases to our attention. Your scripts are outstanding. I especially like the calm telling of events involving 'high strangeness.' The events require no embelishment so I appreciate you giving none.
The boat-like craft in the sky has been described since medieval times in paintings, or even in cave paintings. My best impression is that they are time machine craft for observation, from our own future. A sort of post historical tourism. They are often seen in rural areas, as not to exacerbate the butterfly effect too much.
I think it's likely they are mirages of real people in real boats, these reflected often miles away. There are photographs of cruise ships floating high above the surface of the sea, the 'real' cruise ships being miles away down the coast. The brightly coloured rainwear gives the impression the boat passengers might be going to look at waterfalls in fjords. Similarly, I believe Tictacs are nothing more than a partial mirage of common, everyday, commercial passenger jets. Distorted and imprinted on layers of moist air, they can seemingly fly at immense speeds - just as common road level mirages can leap miles along a long, hot road in an instant. It also explains why these craft are silent. Mirages only transmit images, not sound. It took me a few months to figure this out after a so-called Tictac spacecraft suddenly appeared in a flash of bright light over my house when I was out sky watching. I was with a witness at the time, and we both saw it appear out of nowhere. It flew around for 20-25 minutes, and then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared (although not with the same flash of light). We saw it very clearly, on a perfectly clear night, no haze, no clouds. It had none of the usual flashing aircraft lights, but it did shine very bright white, as if a light was reflecting off of this (but the moon was behind the house and the moonlight could not reflect off that side of the craft). It was the typical Tictac shape, as described by military air force pilots, as well as other witnesses. At first, I was pretty excited. We both were. I felt that my skepticism about aliens had been disproved in about as clear a fashion as I could ever wish for. But I can't help but doubt, and when I saw a picture of a floating cruise ship on TH-cam somewhere, I clicked that it was a part of a plane. Indeed, I think it may well be the rear part of the fuselage, between the wing and the tail.
Kuningas was a man of huge integrity and honesty, dedicated to a serious investigation of the phenomena. I can say it, I miss him, and it's not a cliche!
In "Passport to Magonia",Jacques Vallee,the great scientist and UFO researcher,describe an almost identical incident with a "flyng boat " that took place in the year 950 in Ireland,with identical people on board wearing bright costumes,they descent to a church where were dozens and dozens of astonished people staring the surreal scene,one of the strange crewman was trapped by the mob,but the Catholic Priest ordered them to free him,then he return to the aerial boat and disppear in the sky.
@@storieslost The channel Think Anomalous has some detailed high strangeness UFO sightings, including on the subject of UFO/alien as a ultraterrestrial (not extraterrestrial) beings
Instead of nuts and bolts crafts could it be that "they" manipulate the minds of the witnesses and make them see what they want them to believe that they saw? (Just like a screen memory as in other alien abduction stories).
There is another ariel boat account from around 700 BC, A man got out of the flying boat like structure and decended to the ground in a swimming movement, he was apprehended, but spoke in the ancient Irish language, LET ME GO ,OR ELSE I WILL PERISH!!, they released the man ,who ascended back into his airship and flew away.😮
Thank you for choosing the kinder, down to Earth angle in retelling these stories. Most people who have experienced the unexpected are just doing the ordinary. They are like every other human, but are unkindly singled out if they speak out about what they saw. Imagine all the wonderful encounters we could have learned about if some didn’t punish them for talking?
We are so glad to have found your channel. Starting with this Friday, we now wait for your newest episode! The channel has come out at the perfect time: disclosure may be near and these old stories have a renewed importance and believability that they didn't have before.
Thanks for this and all your videos. They are beautifully produced and narrated, and I could watch them for hours. Being of North European descent, I can't help but remark on how similar these accounts are to medieval tales about fairies and elves. It seems that these "tourists" have been visiting for a very long time.
Boy that first encounter is very unique. How did she see so many "tourists" in the ship? Was it an open top like in the illustration? Just a top-down alien cruise of Scandinavia? Great stories and amazing illustrations as always!
I just got some ufo 🛸 stories from the Library,recently.I suppose,this channel has inspired me to read about this kind of thing?I watched Gerry Anderson’s Ufo 🛸 show from 1969-1970.Yes….it’s a show,but it’s entertaining,too!😊
seems like they either grab u for experiments and body fluids or straight away hide from people in forests and non habited areas. Same with all the different species. Seems like there is a political agreement upon not interfering with humankind
Thank you for bringing up these magnificient and little known cases to the rest of the world! A common idea is that these others have been here for millenia and are thousands of years ahead of us in development. But sometimes I wonder, if these fairy like creatures such as in the second story have grown their civilization and technology along side us. Perhaps as folklore suggest they dwell in a different plane and are able to enter our realm at will, for reasons unknown. Maybe before they had developed flying craft they had a mastery of forces that seem like magic to us but will one day be explainable by science. If their human like appearance is not a result of trickery or mimicry, I think it suggest that we must be evolutionary connected somehow.
Yay, A 'Stories Lost' for my Friday evening! You do some wonderful research for this show. I live in the USA and your program is a balm for my soul as some of us try to fight off facism, I hope we succeed.✌🕊
Two fascinating encounters, I have read before somewhere of someone seeing a boat like craft full of people travelling in the sky and all seem to be human looking with no space like attire. The second story sounds like a fairy type sighting and the Rowan tree is very symbolic, one of its attributes is supposed to ward off evil. Great vid, thanks for your work.
Thanks for these videos of lesser known and strange cases! Here's a tip for pronouncing Finnish names and words: always put emphasis on the first syllable. For example "Tapio" would TA-pio and "Tampere" TAM-pere. Hope this helps 😊
Thank you, these stories are so unique among UFOology. Scandinavian strangeness has a charm all of its own. These almost tip into the mythological and are great inspiration. Great work again 🎉
Finding Dorothy Wyatt Dorothy Wyatt disappeared, probably in the vicinity of Mount Doolittle, between September 15 and 17, 1989. None of her family members or acquaintances could say why the woman had gone to such a remote and dangerous area. She sent information about her destination in a letter to her husband, but without explaining the reason for the decision to go. The letter was sent on September 16 from Whistler, a small town with hiking trails, including those leading to the foot of the mountain. During a short investigation, the authenticity of the letter was confirmed by Dorothy's closest relatives and by comparative handwriting analysis, which used letters the woman had written to her sister, sister-in-law, and mother, among others. Ultimately, the police declined to investigate, considering the incident a classic case of voluntary abandonment of family. Despite protests from her husband and relatives that Dorothy would never have abandoned her children, seven-year-old John and nine-year-old Amanda, investigators found no evidence to suggest that the case was criminal. Dorothy was 34 years old when her disappearance was reported. As in many such cases, the entire case would probably have ended up in some dusty archive folder, from where, after the statutory six years, it would have been sent to the incinerator along with other non-criminal reports. But that did not happen. Here is the account of Robert O’Brien, one of the officers who dealt with the materials concerning Dorothy Wyatt. “In 1989, I had only been on the force for three years and, as one of the youngest officers, I had to do my part in dealing with piles of paperwork. The day-to-day realities of working in a provincial police station are such that most of the cases reported are not criminal, so the police department cannot afford to hire detectives who would have to be brought in from Vancouver anyway. It was a June morning in 1992. During the night, I had a strange yet very lucid dream. I woke up sweaty, sleepy, and mentally battered. I usually don’t remember dreams or even that I dreamed anything, but that night was different. I was consumed by a nightmare in which Dorothy Wyatt was begging for help. I remember an overwhelming feeling of fear, sadness, and surprise. I knew I was dreaming, and at the same time I was filled with fear that a woman I had completely forgotten about until that moment suddenly appeared in my dream. It was completely surreal when a woman who had been missing from a case from a few years ago appeared in my nightmare with such clarity, as if I knew her well and was involved in her case, although in my waking life I could barely dig up the memory of a poor-quality photo of Dorothy and the whole case from the deepest recesses of my memory. But then every element of this horrible vision appeared to me with an intensity that literally swallowed reality. I felt as if the memory of the dream images was pushing reality out, making reality seem like a continuation of a nightmare. That day was my patrol day, which usually suits me very well, because I don't like working at a desk. However, the terrible feeling and the inability to free myself from the overwhelming phantasmagoria meant that I couldn't concentrate even on such a simple task as driving a car on the well-known streets of Whistler. Patrol in a town of a few thousand has little in common with maintaining order in metropolises. In Whistler, everything comes down to reminding people that the police are there and are working, so the patrol car only has to show up here and there, as long as it's regular. Interventions that require leaving the police car are such a rarity that they immediately rise to the rank of a significant event. So, you can imagine how the sight of the figure from my dream affected me that day. I was approaching the border of the settlement, where I usually end my route to return to the center. Suddenly, next to the exit onto the forest road leading to the parking lot from which the mountain trails branched, I noticed Podolso Crispy. I knew it was her, because that was how she had presented herself to me in my dream: "I am Podolso Crispy. Neither he nor she, only it, Podolso Crispy." In the space of perhaps three seconds, I caught a glimpse of a slim figure wrapped in a crumpled coat, gleaming with navy-metallic flashes, as if impregnated with insect shells. From under the short brim of a trapezoidal hat, eerily dilated dark pupils followed me, contrasting strongly with the whites of enormous, grotesquely bulging eyes. A crooked smile crossed the stiff face covered with blue skin, revealing unnaturally even rows of large silver teeth, set in dark blue gums glistening with moisture. This time, however, it wasn’t Podolso’s appearance that impressed me the most, but what the monster was holding in its brown-gloved hands. On a piece of ordinary cardboard box, in bold, black block letters, was written: DOROTHY WYATT. I braked so hard that if it weren’t for my seat belt, I would have smashed my face against the steering wheel. In the state I was in at the time, unbuckling my seat belt and opening the door was quite a challenge. I felt as if my movements had slowed down. Although everything seemed completely normal, it also required a great deal of effort; I was literally pushing through air that resisted me like water. Finally, I got out of the car and, reaching into the holster, I looked out for the monster. It had disappeared as if it had dissolved into thin air. I was overcome with an inexpressible anger, a desire for brutal revenge on someone or even just something. I wanted revenge for a weakness I didn’t understand the source of. I was ashamed of my feelings; fear, a sense of being lost and helpless. I had to regain control over myself at all costs. Perhaps this explosive emotional mix gave me the strength to act in accordance with the principles that had been instilled in me during training. I took a few deep breaths, simultaneously relaxing painfully tense muscles. The effect was immediate and the next moment I was sitting behind the wheel again. Scanning the undergrowth, I slowly drove onto the forest road, at the same time adjusting the unfastened holster to the position that provided the most comfortable grip on the Glock handle.
After a few minutes of calm driving, I reached an empty parking lot. Now I could see my target perfectly, a hunched back and a strange hat. Podolso was sitting on the side of the road, swaying in something like a fishing chair, his back turned to the square. He was fiddling with something that was still invisible to me, hidden by the thick trunk of an old spruce. I stopped the car and carefully stepped out to the passenger side, so that the car would provide me with at least some cover. Trying to control my shaking hands, I carefully aimed the gun. > - the creature's metallic voice was at once insinuation, threat and mockery; it cut my shattered psyche like a scalpel. As I moved on soft legs to a new position, first a powerful black and white rump emerged from behind the spruce trunk, and after taking a few more uncertain steps I saw something that completely destroyed my faith in my own senses. Standing under the tree was Dorothy Wyatt, or at least something that could have been partly her. Imagine a female version of a centaur, only the horse part of the creature replaced by a headless cow. The woman's naked body smoothly transformed into animal shapes. I could clearly see the slight trembling of muscles under the fur-covered skin, the movements of the tail; I could hear the unmistakable sound of a long, cow-like panting. The woman's torso was pale, and her breasts were covered with a network of pale blue veins. Her nipples were the unhealthy color of burgundy plums. The face turned toward me was undoubtedly Dorothy Wyatt's, and it looked exactly as it had in my dream - dead, but marked by a grimace of silent agony. Her glassy eyes reflected only the pure essence of silent suffering, as if I were looking into holes leading to the very bottom of hell. The movements of her pale lips brought to mind the agony of a fish dying on the shore. My mind slowly tore itself away from the nightmare that I simply could not bear any longer. The pain of the creature standing before me seemed as inhuman in its nature as Podolso's cruelty and madness. All this was beyond the strength of a normal man. I lowered the gun and closed my eyes in an act of helplessness, against all logic. I took a few deep breaths again. I guess I hoped that all this would simply disappear; that it would turn out to be just a figment of my imagination, slipping into sickness, but the cold clatter of Podolso immediately shook me out of my stupor. The monster turned his head, lowered his hands, and hunched back to tending the udders of a beast, part of which might have once been human, but which had long since transcended the dimension of human existence. As if in a trance, I headed for the police car, pursued by the sound of liquid, the steady streams of which hit the metal sides of the bucket. After leaving the forest, I stopped on the side of the main road. Only a few hundred yards away, something was happening that, if it had any possible meaning at all, was beyond my comprehension. I rested my head on the steering wheel and gave in to the flood of rising emotions. I cried like a child who, after being terrified by being lost in the wilderness, had just seen the silhouette of a parent running towards him in the distance. A wave of warmth and peace washed over me. It is hard to put into words, but an overwhelming sense of fulfillment swept through me. I felt myself in the fullest possible way. Robert O’Brien was just an apparent concept, a passing mistake, an illusion of permanence that is nothing more than a futile attempt at the impossible. I think that as humans we are not brought into this world to try to understand absolutely everything. At that moment I felt like an ant, which, although it can carry loads enormous in relation to its own mass, fulfills itself only within the collective, and its efforts and abilities make sense only through working to maintain it. Outside the anthill and the community that forms it, it is doomed to failure. This sense of my own smallness was completely liberating, as if in a flash of the absolute I had freed myself from the poison of the ego that had so far blocked proper contact with reality. The fear and confusion that the nightmares and the meeting with Podolso had aroused in me dissolved so suddenly, as if they had never existed. I no longer thought of this being as a monster that I had to destroy. It occurred to me that in some way it was part of my sudden and unexpected fulfillment; a human life, limited in time and space, but even in this form remaining an important part of the world to which we belong in the same way that a falling leaf still remains part of a tree. I cannot explain it better. Of course I don’t know what happened to Dorothy Wyatt, but I believe that whatever happened to her was possible, and so she remains a fragment of a world that is beyond the capacity of any individual to fully understand, squeezed into the narrow confines of a false sense of individualism. I know that if I had pulled the trigger then, I would never have been able to return. I would have disappeared, like Dorothy Wyatt.” The names and surnames of the characters, the time and geographical circumstances of the event have been changed in the interests of anonymity. The only characters whose descriptions have been left unchanged are Podolso Crispy and his cow.
For any sufficiently advanced civilisation, "Space Tourism" may well be a very valid thing, especially once inter-system travel is commonplace (and safe enough) to allow widespread adoption for the populace as a whole. Essentially, it is "one of the steps up" in the tourism industry; initially very local, then planetary (where we currently sit), then inter-planetary (as we develop our star system), and then inter - system. Kardashev 3 civilisations may well take this to the next level, with "galactic tours" being available, possibly commonplace.
@@storieslost Thank YOU for providing such a very interesting channel! It's hardly inconceivable that a significant fraction of the many "UFO" sightings seen over the years may be no more than "day trips" for sufficiently advanced civilisations.
The witnesses were so practical, using a familiar landmark for comparison, giving descriptions that were down to earth and un-fancy. I feel that if they wanted attention, they'd make things more zap! bang! wow! if you see what I mean? The stone - with its rowan tree on top - sounds like something one would associate with faeries, in another century. Not to mention the being in the pointed hat in green.
For extra weirdness, Tapani Kuningas translated in to English would be Stephen King. I find it fitting, that he ended up investigating ufos and writing about them. Nomen est omen and all that jazz..
Referring to Finland case: I have heard the sound of aspen trees and seen a 1 meter being behind a tree looking at me. Very memorable event in unpleasant way. Also a related sound is sound of water, droplets falling or sound of gushing water, always sound being distinctly very "watery" and liquid, cartoon-like effect that seems to indicate something meaningful.
Crossing over to forest fairytale mythology in this one, more than ET encounters in my opinion. Still very fascinating and part of so many cultures around the world.
There may be alien travel agencies that offer "see ten planets in 14 days"-tours. The Finnish case is reminiscent of the dwarf in "Áns saga bogsveigis" and other similar ancient tales.
The first story makes me think of time travellers popping back to see their distant grandparents. It makes more sense than anything else. The second story is one of those nonsensical UAP/magical crossovers. Utterly weird, but the little details give it substance. And others have experienced paralysis up close to UAPs.
@@storieslost I have experienced this myself. I was a teenager at the time, and walking through some marshland with a few friends. We noticed something moving through the reeds quite fast. It looked like a hemisphere of light. But dull. I wanted to get closer but my body refused to move. I remember gritting my teeth and trying to walk, but I could not take a single step. It was the weirdest thing. We were all stuck like that for a few minutes, then the moment passed and we made our way home. I have no idea what affected us. But it must mean something.
Interesting stories as always, and true, I have no doubt. Keep up the excellent work. Cheers. Makes you wonder if our planet is quite the attraction to others???
Hi! Another interesting video. I know no one cares, but I have these associations ;p First case: It looked like a space travel agency organized a sightseeing trip ;) Second case: I've read about a few similar cases in Poland.
Two things. The "boat" most definitely sounds like tourists would be if they were in a bus, just rolling along checking out the scenery. I wish one would have waved! Could the rock have been the little man's spacecraft just camouflaged? It sounds like there was some missing time or repressed memories for them, or the dad at least. 🤔
Hi I am from Mauritius. I have recently discovered your channel. I adore as I am a fan of UFO's and mysteries lying with them. The first story here reminds me to time travelers and maybe this can be one of the explanation. Let me know your thoughts !. Thank you and keep it up.
I was born in Finland and we moved to Canada long time ago. In 1973, My big brother and I were visiting my dad’s friend. We were playing outside building a snowfort. It was about six in the evening. Suddenly there was very bright green and white flash and all the lights went off. We were standing maybe few seconds in the darkness. When there was another green white flash. Thar flash turned everything in two colors white and green. It was bizarre and scary. The weird thing I don’t remember us leaving and going home. Only next thing all of us were stunned and my dad told us time to go. But we never said anything about it. Only I heard local officials claiming transducer blowing at the power station. But we were no where near to any power stations. But forestry suburban part of Helsinki, Finland. I remember in early 1970s there was report of UFO landing and scaring a man skiing in the area.
Your narration is very pleasant. You stand out. Your narration is informative, interesting and enjoyable to listen to. Most videos about this topic have awful narration, with obnoxious voices and mocking "jokes" I'm very happy to have found your channel. Thanks for the great work ☄️👾👽✨💕
In other accounts I have read that the Luumäki being didnt have a hat and he was short but quite muscular built. And his face was wrinkled. Seems like this is often the case with these stories. They change a bit depending on the source. 🤔
I guess I just want to know why tourists would want to go see the thr nothing-special of a couple living in Norway. Tourists are famous for wanting to be where the action is.
There's another similar story from either the US or Canada, in which two people looked out of their window and caught a glimpse of a oval shaped craft floating by, and they saw many beings looking out of the dozen or so portholes at them.
I have to be honest, I've watched this channel for some time now, it seems to me that nearly all the close encounters in scandanavia seem more like encounters with fairy or gnome type creatures, is it something to do with folklore or something else 😮
once again air is strangely prevalent in these cases, like with the sound of wind and aspen leaves rustling in it, i wonder if the LGM did something else to those people but scrubbed it off their memory afterwards leaving only that strange image behind.
You know, I wonder if maybe this was a "projection" of sorts. Not upon the sky, but upon the minds of those involved. The idea of Noah's Ark floating by filled not with animals, but people, seems lifted directly from the minds of the observers. When you think about it, it would be the perfect way to camouflage something else, something the owners of this craft did not want the humans to see. And making it so absurd would tend to keep the humans below from saying they saw something. I don't know if I would have had the guts to report a flying ark full of space tourist...
There’s an alien story where the aliens were eating berries, farting endlessly and giggling. It’s the most human-like account I’ve ever seen of aliens.
I'm not trying to make here, but in the first case, if you took this slightly out of context, it sounds like you're explaining one of those animated skits from Monty Python Flying Circus.
7:21 My opinion is that it wont happen, as we are at the mercy of those who handle that information. I mean, its not like i have an observatory or a rocket in my backyard to go and check for myself, take the Phobos 2 Incident for instance, were they simply said that it was a malfunction or a glitch.
Another example of little aliens with “a box on their chest.” Either Scandinavians were making up stories based on the ones they had heard already or were all seeing the same type of alien. BTW, I know Finns are not Scandinavian, but close enough to lump together for these purposes.
Sounds like the little guys in that second story really like using the brain tweaking tech huh? Its one thing to see something this bizarre but its gotta be even more crazy to have your mind messed with like that.
Its funny how the descriptions of ufos change through time. I dont think its because people are making it up or anything like that. Maybe the aliens change the look of them to kind of fit in or not look so fourghn or something.
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Get well soon, best of wishes🙏🥰❤️Viking-bless from Norway
Thanks for bringing these cases to our attention. Your scripts are outstanding. I especially like the calm telling of events involving 'high strangeness.' The events require no embelishment so I appreciate you giving none.
Much appreciated!
@@storieslostseriously, great work! Especially appreciate the measurement conversions. I'm horrible at that stuff.
The boat-like craft in the sky has been described since medieval times in paintings, or even in cave paintings. My best impression is that they are time machine craft for observation, from our own future. A sort of post historical tourism. They are often seen in rural areas, as not to exacerbate the butterfly effect too much.
Very interesting!
@@storieslostHave a look at the short story "Pauley's Peepholes" by English writer John Wyndham. Regards Nigel
I think it's likely they are mirages of real people in real boats, these reflected often miles away.
There are photographs of cruise ships floating high above the surface of the sea, the 'real' cruise ships being miles away down the coast.
The brightly coloured rainwear gives the impression the boat passengers might be going to look at waterfalls in fjords.
Similarly, I believe Tictacs are nothing more than a partial mirage of common, everyday, commercial passenger jets. Distorted and imprinted on layers of moist air, they can seemingly fly at immense speeds - just as common road level mirages can leap miles along a long, hot road in an instant.
It also explains why these craft are silent. Mirages only transmit images, not sound.
It took me a few months to figure this out after a so-called Tictac spacecraft suddenly appeared in a flash of bright light over my house when I was out sky watching.
I was with a witness at the time, and we both saw it appear out of nowhere.
It flew around for 20-25 minutes, and then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared (although not with the same flash of light).
We saw it very clearly, on a perfectly clear night, no haze, no clouds.
It had none of the usual flashing aircraft lights, but it did shine very bright white, as if a light was reflecting off of this (but the moon was behind the house and the moonlight could not reflect off that side of the craft).
It was the typical Tictac shape, as described by military air force pilots, as well as other witnesses.
At first, I was pretty excited. We both were. I felt that my skepticism about aliens had been disproved in about as clear a fashion as I could ever wish for.
But I can't help but doubt, and when I saw a picture of a floating cruise ship on TH-cam somewhere, I clicked that it was a part of a plane. Indeed, I think it may well be the rear part of the fuselage, between the wing and the tail.
Ergot.
@@Debbie-henri Are black triangles also reflections of ships on the ocean?
Kuningas was a man of huge integrity and honesty, dedicated to a serious investigation of the phenomena. I can say it, I miss him, and it's not a cliche!
Scandinavian perfection as always. By far the best channel of it's kind on YT.
Thanks a lot!
This guy is great that mysterious style telling mysterious stories = good times
Finland isn't Scandinavia though, but it's Nordic
In "Passport to Magonia",Jacques Vallee,the great scientist and UFO researcher,describe an almost identical incident with a "flyng boat " that took place in the year 950 in Ireland,with identical people on board wearing bright costumes,they descent to a church where were dozens and dozens of astonished people staring the surreal scene,one of the strange crewman was trapped by the mob,but the Catholic Priest ordered them to free him,then he return to the aerial boat and disppear in the sky.
Very interesting, gonna look into that, thank you!
@@storieslost The channel Think Anomalous has some detailed high strangeness UFO sightings, including on the subject of UFO/alien as a ultraterrestrial (not extraterrestrial) beings
Instead of nuts and bolts crafts could it be that "they" manipulate the minds of the witnesses and make them see what they want them to believe that they saw? (Just like a screen memory as in other alien abduction stories).
There is another ariel boat account from around 700 BC, A man got out of the flying boat like structure and decended to the ground in a swimming movement, he was apprehended, but spoke in the ancient Irish language, LET ME GO ,OR ELSE I WILL PERISH!!, they released the man ,who ascended back into his airship and flew away.😮
Thank you for choosing the kinder, down to Earth angle in retelling these stories. Most people who have experienced the unexpected are just doing the ordinary. They are like every other human, but are unkindly singled out if they speak out about what they saw. Imagine all the wonderful encounters we could have learned about if some didn’t punish them for talking?
Great point
Thank you! You're absolutely right, the stigma have worked against disclosure for too long.
We are so glad to have found your channel. Starting with this Friday, we now wait for your newest episode! The channel has come out at the perfect time: disclosure may be near and these old stories have a renewed importance and believability that they didn't have before.
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I love these stories. The narrator's tone and delivery are absolutely excellent and highly professional. Thanks for making these.
Thank you!
Thanks for this and all your videos. They are beautifully produced and narrated, and I could watch them for hours. Being of North European descent, I can't help but remark on how similar these accounts are to medieval tales about fairies and elves. It seems that these "tourists" have been visiting for a very long time.
Thank you for watching!
Boy that first encounter is very unique. How did she see so many "tourists" in the ship? Was it an open top like in the illustration? Just a top-down alien cruise of Scandinavia?
Great stories and amazing illustrations as always!
Thank you kindly! Yes, according to the witnesses Emil and Ada it was an open top like in the illustration.
I just got some ufo 🛸 stories from the Library,recently.I suppose,this channel has inspired me to read about this kind of thing?I watched Gerry Anderson’s Ufo 🛸 show from 1969-1970.Yes….it’s a show,but it’s entertaining,too!😊
She probably interpreted colored lights atop a cigar shaped metallic craft for people.
If you want to increase the odds of a strange encounter goe into the forest to pick berries. It seems so many accounts begin this way….
seems like they either grab u for experiments and body fluids or straight away hide from people in forests and non habited areas. Same with all the different species. Seems like there is a political agreement upon not interfering with humankind
Don’t forget Mushrooms!
Faeries.
I've heard of that,I think in one of the missing 411
The speed, silence, size, and altitude of the first sighting makes it sound like a balloon.
Thank you for bringing up these magnificient and little known cases to the rest of the world! A common idea is that these others have been here for millenia and are thousands of years ahead of us in development. But sometimes I wonder, if these fairy like creatures such as in the second story have grown their civilization and technology along side us. Perhaps as folklore suggest they dwell in a different plane and are able to enter our realm at will, for reasons unknown. Maybe before they had developed flying craft they had a mastery of forces that seem like magic to us but will one day be explainable by science. If their human like appearance is not a result of trickery or mimicry, I think it suggest that we must be evolutionary connected somehow.
Thanks a lot!
These stories very well told and interesting I love stories lost glad I subscribed 👍 ❤
How lovely. New story to enjoy this evening. Nice, thanks so much. I always look forward to your posts, 😊
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thanks for the video. greetings from snowy Finland
Thank you for watching!
I really appreciate your channel I think you cover everything quite well and. I love the obscure cryptid stories. Keep it up buddy 👍👍
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Great video, featuring strange and rather unsettling cases!
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It's interesting all these alien encounters in Scandinavia because I've always had a suspicion Bjork wasn't from Earth.
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I'm viewing from the UK. And it feels like a tide of madness coming in. The fact that Trumpy types think it's all fine just makes it even more insane.
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Two fascinating encounters, I have read before somewhere of someone seeing a boat like craft full of people travelling in the sky and all seem to be human looking with no space like attire. The second story sounds like a fairy type sighting and the Rowan tree is very symbolic, one of its attributes is supposed to ward off evil. Great vid, thanks for your work.
Interesting about the Rowan tree, I did not know that.
@@storieslost "Reynir er bjǫrg Þórs" (The Snorra Edda). (Reynir=róni, i.e. rowan)
Thanks for these videos of lesser known and strange cases! Here's a tip for pronouncing Finnish names and words: always put emphasis on the first syllable. For example "Tapio" would TA-pio and "Tampere" TAM-pere. Hope this helps 😊
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Thank you, these stories are so unique among UFOology. Scandinavian strangeness has a charm all of its own. These almost tip into the mythological and are great inspiration. Great work again 🎉
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Finding Dorothy Wyatt
Dorothy Wyatt disappeared, probably in the vicinity of Mount Doolittle, between September 15 and 17, 1989. None of her family members or acquaintances could say why the woman had gone to such a remote and dangerous area. She sent information about her destination in a letter to her husband, but without explaining the reason for the decision to go. The letter was sent on September 16 from Whistler, a small town with hiking trails, including those leading to the foot of the mountain. During a short investigation, the authenticity of the letter was confirmed by Dorothy's closest relatives and by comparative handwriting analysis, which used letters the woman had written to her sister, sister-in-law, and mother, among others.
Ultimately, the police declined to investigate, considering the incident a classic case of voluntary abandonment of family. Despite protests from her husband and relatives that Dorothy would never have abandoned her children, seven-year-old John and nine-year-old Amanda, investigators found no evidence to suggest that the case was criminal. Dorothy was 34 years old when her disappearance was reported.
As in many such cases, the entire case would probably have ended up in some dusty archive folder, from where, after the statutory six years, it would have been sent to the incinerator along with other non-criminal reports. But that did not happen. Here is the account of Robert O’Brien, one of the officers who dealt with the materials concerning Dorothy Wyatt.
“In 1989, I had only been on the force for three years and, as one of the youngest officers, I had to do my part in dealing with piles of paperwork. The day-to-day realities of working in a provincial police station are such that most of the cases reported are not criminal, so the police department cannot afford to hire detectives who would have to be brought in from Vancouver anyway.
It was a June morning in 1992. During the night, I had a strange yet very lucid dream. I woke up sweaty, sleepy, and mentally battered. I usually don’t remember dreams or even that I dreamed anything, but that night was different. I was consumed by a nightmare in which Dorothy Wyatt was begging for help. I remember an overwhelming feeling of fear, sadness, and surprise. I knew I was dreaming, and at the same time I was filled with fear that a woman I had completely forgotten about until that moment suddenly appeared in my dream. It was completely surreal when a woman who had been missing from a case from a few years ago appeared in my nightmare with such clarity, as if I knew her well and was involved in her case, although in my waking life I could barely dig up the memory of a poor-quality photo of Dorothy and the whole case from the deepest recesses of my memory. But then every element of this horrible vision appeared to me with an intensity that literally swallowed reality. I felt as if the memory of the dream images was pushing reality out, making reality seem like a continuation of a nightmare.
That day was my patrol day, which usually suits me very well, because I don't like working at a desk. However, the terrible feeling and the inability to free myself from the overwhelming phantasmagoria meant that I couldn't concentrate even on such a simple task as driving a car on the well-known streets of Whistler. Patrol in a town of a few thousand has little in common with maintaining order in metropolises. In Whistler, everything comes down to reminding people that the police are there and are working, so the patrol car only has to show up here and there, as long as it's regular. Interventions that require leaving the police car are such a rarity that they immediately rise to the rank of a significant event. So, you can imagine how the sight of the figure from my dream affected me that day.
I was approaching the border of the settlement, where I usually end my route to return to the center. Suddenly, next to the exit onto the forest road leading to the parking lot from which the mountain trails branched, I noticed Podolso Crispy. I knew it was her, because that was how she had presented herself to me in my dream: "I am Podolso Crispy. Neither he nor she, only it, Podolso Crispy." In the space of perhaps three seconds, I caught a glimpse of a slim figure wrapped in a crumpled coat, gleaming with navy-metallic flashes, as if impregnated with insect shells. From under the short brim of a trapezoidal hat, eerily dilated dark pupils followed me, contrasting strongly with the whites of enormous, grotesquely bulging eyes. A crooked smile crossed the stiff face covered with blue skin, revealing unnaturally even rows of large silver teeth, set in dark blue gums glistening with moisture.
This time, however, it wasn’t Podolso’s appearance that impressed me the most, but what the monster was holding in its brown-gloved hands. On a piece of ordinary cardboard box, in bold, black block letters, was written: DOROTHY WYATT.
I braked so hard that if it weren’t for my seat belt, I would have smashed my face against the steering wheel. In the state I was in at the time, unbuckling my seat belt and opening the door was quite a challenge. I felt as if my movements had slowed down. Although everything seemed completely normal, it also required a great deal of effort; I was literally pushing through air that resisted me like water. Finally, I got out of the car and, reaching into the holster, I looked out for the monster. It had disappeared as if it had dissolved into thin air.
I was overcome with an inexpressible anger, a desire for brutal revenge on someone or even just something. I wanted revenge for a weakness I didn’t understand the source of. I was ashamed of my feelings; fear, a sense of being lost and helpless. I had to regain control over myself at all costs. Perhaps this explosive emotional mix gave me the strength to act in accordance with the principles that had been instilled in me during training. I took a few deep breaths, simultaneously relaxing painfully tense muscles. The effect was immediate and the next moment I was sitting behind the wheel again. Scanning the undergrowth, I slowly drove onto the forest road, at the same time adjusting the unfastened holster to the position that provided the most comfortable grip on the Glock handle.
After a few minutes of calm driving, I reached an empty parking lot. Now I could see my target perfectly, a hunched back and a strange hat. Podolso was sitting on the side of the road, swaying in something like a fishing chair, his back turned to the square. He was fiddling with something that was still invisible to me, hidden by the thick trunk of an old spruce. I stopped the car and carefully stepped out to the passenger side, so that the car would provide me with at least some cover. Trying to control my shaking hands, I carefully aimed the gun. > - the creature's metallic voice was at once insinuation, threat and mockery; it cut my shattered psyche like a scalpel.
As I moved on soft legs to a new position, first a powerful black and white rump emerged from behind the spruce trunk, and after taking a few more uncertain steps I saw something that completely destroyed my faith in my own senses. Standing under the tree was Dorothy Wyatt, or at least something that could have been partly her. Imagine a female version of a centaur, only the horse part of the creature replaced by a headless cow. The woman's naked body smoothly transformed into animal shapes. I could clearly see the slight trembling of muscles under the fur-covered skin, the movements of the tail; I could hear the unmistakable sound of a long, cow-like panting. The woman's torso was pale, and her breasts were covered with a network of pale blue veins. Her nipples were the unhealthy color of burgundy plums. The face turned toward me was undoubtedly Dorothy Wyatt's, and it looked exactly as it had in my dream - dead, but marked by a grimace of silent agony. Her glassy eyes reflected only the pure essence of silent suffering, as if I were looking into holes leading to the very bottom of hell. The movements of her pale lips brought to mind the agony of a fish dying on the shore.
My mind slowly tore itself away from the nightmare that I simply could not bear any longer. The pain of the creature standing before me seemed as inhuman in its nature as Podolso's cruelty and madness. All this was beyond the strength of a normal man.
I lowered the gun and closed my eyes in an act of helplessness, against all logic. I took a few deep breaths again. I guess I hoped that all this would simply disappear; that it would turn out to be just a figment of my imagination, slipping into sickness, but the cold clatter of Podolso immediately shook me out of my stupor. The monster turned his head, lowered his hands, and hunched back to tending the udders of a beast, part of which might have once been human, but which had long since transcended the dimension of human existence. As if in a trance, I headed for the police car, pursued by the sound of liquid, the steady streams of which hit the metal sides of the bucket.
After leaving the forest, I stopped on the side of the main road. Only a few hundred yards away, something was happening that, if it had any possible meaning at all, was beyond my comprehension. I rested my head on the steering wheel and gave in to the flood of rising emotions. I cried like a child who, after being terrified by being lost in the wilderness, had just seen the silhouette of a parent running towards him in the distance. A wave of warmth and peace washed over me. It is hard to put into words, but an overwhelming sense of fulfillment swept through me. I felt myself in the fullest possible way. Robert O’Brien was just an apparent concept, a passing mistake, an illusion of permanence that is nothing more than a futile attempt at the impossible. I think that as humans we are not brought into this world to try to understand absolutely everything. At that moment I felt like an ant, which, although it can carry loads enormous in relation to its own mass, fulfills itself only within the collective, and its efforts and abilities make sense only through working to maintain it. Outside the anthill and the community that forms it, it is doomed to failure. This sense of my own smallness was completely liberating, as if in a flash of the absolute I had freed myself from the poison of the ego that had so far blocked proper contact with reality. The fear and confusion that the nightmares and the meeting with Podolso had aroused in me dissolved so suddenly, as if they had never existed. I no longer thought of this being as a monster that I had to destroy. It occurred to me that in some way it was part of my sudden and unexpected fulfillment; a human life, limited in time and space, but even in this form remaining an important part of the world to which we belong in the same way that a falling leaf still remains part of a tree. I cannot explain it better.
Of course I don’t know what happened to Dorothy Wyatt, but I believe that whatever happened to her was possible, and so she remains a fragment of a world that is beyond the capacity of any individual to fully understand, squeezed into the narrow confines of a false sense of individualism. I know that if I had pulled the trigger then, I would never have been able to return. I would have disappeared, like Dorothy Wyatt.”
The names and surnames of the characters, the time and geographical circumstances of the event have been changed in the interests of anonymity. The only characters whose descriptions have been left unchanged are Podolso Crispy and his cow.
alternate timeline humans? time travelling tourists ? norse gods(aliens)? why are Scandinavian encounters so weird
They are surely special
I saw a similar story which happened in Papau new guinea. The flying platform was seen by locals and a British misionary in 1957 or so.
Wow! Very interesting, thank you!
The first story is reminiscent of 'Father Gill' UAP sighting that happened in 1959 at Papua New Guinea
For any sufficiently advanced civilisation, "Space Tourism" may well be a very valid thing, especially once inter-system travel is commonplace (and safe enough) to allow widespread adoption for the populace as a whole. Essentially, it is "one of the steps up" in the tourism industry; initially very local, then planetary (where we currently sit), then inter-planetary (as we develop our star system), and then inter - system. Kardashev 3 civilisations may well take this to the next level, with "galactic tours" being available, possibly commonplace.
Thank you for contributing with interesting thoughts.
@@storieslost Thank YOU for providing such a very interesting channel! It's hardly inconceivable that a significant fraction of the many "UFO" sightings seen over the years may be no more than "day trips" for sufficiently advanced civilisations.
The witnesses were so practical, using a familiar landmark for comparison, giving descriptions that were down to earth and un-fancy. I feel that if they wanted attention, they'd make things more zap! bang! wow! if you see what I mean?
The stone - with its rowan tree on top - sounds like something one would associate with faeries, in another century. Not to mention the being in the pointed hat in green.
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Like a scene from an Ingmar Bergman film...how appropriate that it happened in Scandinavia.
I am not very familiar with Ingmar Bergman films. Do you have a specific one to recommend?
What film? I'm curious
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Wow a group of Beatles visited them in a boat!
11:01 Green suit, orange face? Was there by chance a Chocolate Factory nearby?
Your intro is intriguing and cryptic. ❤
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For extra weirdness, Tapani Kuningas translated in to English would be Stephen King. I find it fitting, that he ended up investigating ufos and writing about them. Nomen est omen and all that jazz..
That's a fun observation, thank you!
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Long time sub here. Love the evolution of this channel, and how every new video looks more and more like a mini-documentary. Keep on keeping on!!
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Two great stories, well told. There is something altogether believable about both accounts.
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Hello Stories Lost 😎✌🏻I love your videos.
So many cases I have never heard about.
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Fast becoming my favorite UFO channel
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Referring to Finland case: I have heard the sound of aspen trees and seen a 1 meter being behind a tree looking at me. Very memorable event in unpleasant way. Also a related sound is sound of water, droplets falling or sound of gushing water, always sound being distinctly very "watery" and liquid, cartoon-like effect that seems to indicate something meaningful.
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Class - excellent narration, word-choice, inflection, and focus. Extremely well narrated. Well done!
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Thank you, as usual your stories are utterly fascinating and thought provoking.
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Great episode! Never what you expect! High strangeness indeed. Also shout out to Irish girl in hospital, get well soon!
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Maybe they were humans from the future or another reality
Crossing over to forest fairytale mythology in this one, more than ET encounters in my opinion. Still very fascinating and part of so many cultures around the world.
Yes, it's seems to be a fine line between the two.
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There may be alien travel agencies that offer "see ten planets in 14 days"-tours. The Finnish case is reminiscent of the dwarf in "Áns saga bogsveigis" and other similar ancient tales.
Couldn't the first one be a wicker basket and a partially deflated hot air balloon?
The first story makes me think of time travellers popping back to see their distant grandparents. It makes more sense than anything else. The second story is one of those nonsensical UAP/magical crossovers. Utterly weird, but the little details give it substance. And others have experienced paralysis up close to UAPs.
You're right, the paralysis is so common in encounters with the unknown, even if the observer isn't afraid or paralysed by fear.
@@storieslost I have experienced this myself. I was a teenager at the time, and walking through some marshland with a few friends. We noticed something moving through the reeds quite fast. It looked like a hemisphere of light. But dull. I wanted to get closer but my body refused to move. I remember gritting my teeth and trying to walk, but I could not take a single step. It was the weirdest thing. We were all stuck like that for a few minutes, then the moment passed and we made our way home. I have no idea what affected us. But it must mean something.
Interesting stories as always, and true, I have no doubt. Keep up the excellent work. Cheers. Makes you wonder if our planet is quite the attraction to others???
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Hi! Another interesting video. I know no one cares, but I have these associations ;p First case: It looked like a space travel agency organized a sightseeing trip ;) Second case: I've read about a few similar cases in Poland.
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Two things.
The "boat" most definitely sounds like tourists would be if they were in a bus, just rolling along checking out the scenery. I wish one would have waved!
Could the rock have been the little man's spacecraft just camouflaged? It sounds like there was some missing time or repressed memories for them, or the dad at least. 🤔
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God this is amazing
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1. ok, how much syrströmmen had they eaten?
These are truly mind boggling. The people have to be fictional. That's the only rational explanation.
Hi I am from Mauritius. I have recently discovered your channel. I adore as I am a fan of UFO's and mysteries lying with them. The first story here reminds me to time travelers and maybe this can be one of the explanation. Let me know your thoughts !. Thank you and keep it up.
Seems like a modern version of people seeing groups/troups of fairy-folk traveling. They just have gone for a more modern look.
Wow, a quote from Paul Fussel! You really do have broad interests.
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I was born in Finland and we moved to Canada long time ago. In 1973, My big brother and I were visiting my dad’s friend. We were playing outside building a snowfort. It was about six in the evening. Suddenly there was very bright green and white flash and all the lights went off. We were standing maybe few seconds in the darkness. When there was another green white flash. Thar flash turned everything in two colors white and green. It was bizarre and scary. The weird thing I don’t remember us leaving and going home. Only next thing all of us were stunned and my dad told us time to go. But we never said anything about it. Only I heard local officials claiming transducer blowing at the power station. But we were no where near to any power stations. But forestry suburban part of Helsinki, Finland. I remember in early 1970s there was report of UFO landing and scaring a man skiing in the area.
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Your narration is very pleasant.
You stand out. Your narration is informative, interesting and enjoyable to listen to.
Most videos about this topic have awful narration, with obnoxious voices
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In other accounts I have read that the Luumäki being didnt have a hat and he was short but quite muscular built. And his face was wrinkled. Seems like this is often the case with these stories. They change a bit depending on the source. 🤔
That's interesting. Do you know the name of other sources?
I guess I just want to know why tourists would want to go see the thr nothing-special of a couple living in Norway. Tourists are famous for wanting to be where the action is.
The rock is certainly a curiosity...a ship or a marker ?
There's another similar story from either the US or Canada, in which two people looked out of their window and caught a glimpse of a oval shaped craft floating by, and they saw many beings looking out of the dozen or so portholes at them.
Interesting!
First phenomenon; Time travellers from out future?? Number 2; a forest "elf", as in "Passport to Magonia", Jacques Vallee??
I actually got that book UFOja Suomen taivaalla on my nightstand right now!
Wow! Happy reading, and thank you for being here.
I have to be honest, I've watched this channel for some time now, it seems to me that nearly all the close encounters in scandanavia seem more like encounters with fairy or gnome type creatures, is it something to do with folklore or something else 😮
One witness of the Phoenix lights said the craft floated right over their heads, at least a mile wide, he said the silence was deafening
They came form inside the earth
once again air is strangely prevalent in these cases, like with the sound of wind and aspen leaves rustling in it, i wonder if the LGM did something else to those people but scrubbed it off their memory afterwards leaving only that strange image behind.
The thumbnail with the picture of the leprechaun in the woods! Lol
You know, I wonder if maybe this was a "projection" of sorts. Not upon the sky, but upon the minds of those involved. The idea of Noah's Ark floating by filled not with animals, but people, seems lifted directly from the minds of the observers. When you think about it, it would be the perfect way to camouflage something else, something the owners of this craft did not want the humans to see. And making it so absurd would tend to keep the humans below from saying they saw something. I don't know if I would have had the guts to report a flying ark full of space tourist...
Interesting thought!
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There’s an alien story where the aliens were eating berries, farting endlessly and giggling. It’s the most human-like account I’ve ever seen of aliens.
I have some experiences with the unknown, I'd love to share them with you freely. Just tell me where to send them, please
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Wahu space race coaster get on board
I'm not trying to make here, but in the first case, if you took this slightly out of context, it sounds like you're explaining one of those animated skits from Monty Python Flying Circus.
7:21 My opinion is that it wont happen, as we are at the mercy of those who handle that information. I mean, its not like i have an observatory or a rocket in my backyard to go and check for myself, take the Phobos 2 Incident for instance, were they simply said that it was a malfunction or a glitch.
Damn I live right next to Luumäki and had never heard this one. I have heard some UFO rumours from the area though.
They breathe our air, they have human features, they are from here. Just different.
Another example of little aliens with “a box on their chest.” Either Scandinavians were making up stories based on the ones they had heard already or were all seeing the same type of alien.
BTW, I know Finns are not Scandinavian, but close enough to lump together for these purposes.
An intergalactic low budget Carnival cruise.
that laast one mightve been a elf
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Sounds like the little guys in that second story really like using the brain tweaking tech huh? Its one thing to see something this bizarre but its gotta be even more crazy to have your mind messed with like that.
Yes, especially since the mother and Tapani saw nothing.
Its funny how the descriptions of ufos change through time. I dont think its because people are making it up or anything like that. Maybe the aliens change the look of them to kind of fit in or not look so fourghn or something.