Over years of talking, helping, researching and interviewing people I thought I had seen and heard about most everything that comes anywhere near to being paranormal. Until my experience a glimpse into the unknown right here in my back garden in Wales.
From the first Autumn living here in this beautiful part of the United Kingdom, I would hear it high in the woodland on the hill nearby. To describe it is not easy but one thing I do know the noise did not come from any native animal of this country. The blood-curdling scream/ howl would reverberate across the valley. It would happen one night after another until it would finally stop to be heard no more until the same time the following year. Life would return to normal, and the memory of the scream would soon be forgotten. And now after all this time, I have started to connect the noise with another experience that came a few years later.
All my life I have hoped that besides seeing the odd UFO sky touring across the valley that I would never come close to facing one. I have no idea why, but I have always said, "If I had to choose between a demon being if such a thing and an alien being, the demon would win hands down always. If I come up against an alien, I will run a mile."
Several years ago, something strange happened. I was out on my patio late one evening, waiting for the dogs to have their last tinkle of the night. The only light on was a motion detector light at the back of the house that lit up the patio and part of the garden, and of course, now I was standing within its beam. I stood there listening to the silence of the night, about 8 feet in front of me I saw a movement. As I watched, it became clear that this was not an apparition. It was walking in my direction as if coming up to me. I could see the outline of a humanoid type figure, but the centre of it was transparent. My instincts told me that this was not good. The energy I felt from this thing was entirely different from anything I had experienced before. It came within 3 to 4 feet of me, and I raised my hand to it in the fashion of ‘don't go there.' At the same time, the golden words came out of my mouth, "bug off." It didn't turn and walk away, but backed away, still facing me, taking several steps backwards and then disappearing.
Coming indoors, I was quite proud of myself; I had shown no fear, as I would have expected to do. It did not frighten me at all, in fact, quite the opposite. I was more annoyed that it, whatever it was, had encroached on my space. Was this an Alien I had come up against at the time I thought so.
Two years passed and my alien friend no longer occupied a thought in my head until once again I was watering the dogs. The night was clear the sky full of stars; there was a crispness in the air this was early spring. The dogs had charged out of the door and down to the bottom of the garden at high speed. I could see them mooching and sniffing about just as all went dark the sensor light switched off. Waiting again at the door leading to the garden with the only light coming from inside the house behind me I took in the fresh air and the silence of the countryside. The light suddenly switched on as if something had triggered the sensor, but there was nothing there. The dogs I could still see doing what dogs do when dogs have the chance to do it, none of them was within beam range. Then I saw it, coming towards me, the description the same as before only this time much larger in size. As it stood about 2 foot from me, it towered over me like a giant. The outline the same as before showed definition, this thing was stocky, long arms that reached down to its calves, no neck its head looked as if it sat straight on the broad shoulders, power, strength emanated from it. Once again, I felt no fear, only knowing that somehow it communicated with me a form of ESP, but to this day I do not remember what, it is locked away deep in my mind. Time seemed to drag, but I believe only minutes passed. Coming to my senses, I kept my eye on what stood before me and called to the dogs. The hounds of Glannant my pooches came running up happily from the garden until they reached the patio. There they froze, their backs went up, and the deep growling that came from them would have put the hound of the Baskervilles to shame. They were frightened on full guard but terrified to come forward at least until the thing they were facing had moved off.
Since then I have had many sightings of what could only be called UFO's but till this day no more sighting of what I can now call The Welsh Traed Mawr the welsh Bigfoot.
Written by Irene Allen-Block.
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