Bethany 
Ilkley Moor was shrouded in a heavy blanket of mist, the sort that one sees on early mornings, the type of mist that deadens the noise of footsteps and blurs the edge between what is real and what is fantasy. Philip Specer, an old policeman after many years of service, had taken himself out for his usual morning walk, equipped with his faithful camera and trustworthy compass, all the while anticipating and prepared for the foggy weather that was the norm at this hour.
As Iikley climbed a sloping hill, there was an abrupt movement in front of him- a little greenish being four feet tall with an oversized head and elngted arms was standing in front of him. The being motioned, seemingly telling him to keep back.
Spencer raised his camera and took a landscape shot. The strange creature ten turned around and disappeared into the fog. Curious, Spencer pursued the figure but lost sight of it immediately. Suddenly, at once, he caught sight of a dome-shaped craft, silvery white and consisting of two saucer-shaped parts, speeding rapidly into the air, producing a low humming sound. He had not managed to take a picture of the craft.
As Spencer went further on his journey, he found himself arriving at his father-in-law’s residence, which was located in East Morton. To his surprise, he realized that the two residences, which he had been looking forward to seeing, had mysteriously or somehow disappeared without any apparent reason. He also realized that the needle of his compass now pointed in a totally wrong direction, further contributing to the mystery of his arrival at such a remote location.
During the following days, Spencer was plagued by a series of disquieting and disturbing dreams that disturbed his peaceful sleep. Night after night, he paced back and forth in bed restlessly, unable to attain any level of calmness or peace. What he actually needed was a profound stillness, a moment of peace in the midst of the tempest raging in his mind. The disturbing nature of these dreams prevented him from sleeping for hours at a time, leaving him exhausted. He vividly recalled the experience of being regressed under hypnosis, in which he recalled feeling numb and irresistibly being drawn into a strange vehicle. Having boarded this strange craft, he was faced with green-skinned beings who proceeded to conduct a medical examination on him.
These beings also disclosed to him a series of disturbing and disquieting visions of apocalyptic scenarios that left him filled with terror. He also recalled being presented with a second film, the contents of which he refused to disclose in detail, claiming that the creature made it very clear that they did not want humanity to know that particular information. The picture he had taken, a snapshot in time, was soon the subject of heated debate between all manner of groups of individuals—some were convinced that it was irrefutable proof of extraterrestrial life forms that inhabit beyond our world, and others dismissed it as a cleverly arranged hoax intended to manipulate the masses. Whatever the divide of opinion, the incident left its stamp on Spencer’s life, as did the rich mythology of Iikley Moor, and brought into being a momentous occasion in local history. This is simply how the fascinating tale of an alien from far away started to develop and take the imaginations of so many.
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