The Alien. Spain

POSSIBLE HOAX  Fraud per JPG / Anomalia group. 

Date: February 5 1978
Location: Near Medinaceli Soria Spain
Time: 0545A
Summary: 30-year old Julio Fernandez and his dog Mus an English Pointer were on their way to do some hare hunting but for some unaccountable reason he took a road that led in the opposite direction, heading north-eastwards along the Barcelona road towards the province of Soria. At about 0430A Julio stopped to drink coffee and anis at a wayside bar known as the Hostal 113, beside the highway on the outskirts of Algora. A strange waiter served. He was tall and fair, wearing rubber gloves and what looked like a wig. (!) During the 20-minute stop, no other customers came into the bar—unusual even for that time of night. Also, a smell of pine pervaded the establishment, which Julio assumed to be a detergent. Subsequent checks showed, however, that the Hostal 113 had not been open at the time and no one matching Julio’s description of the waiter worked there. At 0545A Julio left the bar and drove on, half an hour later passing Medicaneli. Suddenly he “knew” that he had to be at a certain location 15 km further on, and put his foot down on the accelerator. At this point his conscious recollection stopped. Later under hypnotic regression Julio remembered driving his car down the road when for no accountable reason he suddenly braked. From this point on the car seemed to act of its own accord, reversing, and then coming to a halt after having entered backwards a narrow dirt trail, which started at the right side of the main road.

Then the engine stopped, the lights went out and the radio cassette player ceased to work. It was as though the electrical current had been completely severed: the new battery no longer charged and the plugs no longer sparked properly. Mus growled, so as a precaution, Julio took his Winchester single barrel, semi automatic shotgun out of the boot and loaded it with its maximum of five carriages. It was then that he caught sight of two quasi human beings coming down the track, finally halting only one and a half meters from him. They wore seamless one-piece pastel green coveralls that reached to the feet and gave off a very faint luminosity with no zip fasteners nor openings and gathered at the waists. The overall was sufficiently tight fitting for their muscles to show. No fibers, no thread, and no designs were to be detected on it. The material was smooth and did not rustle when it moved. Pale yellow cowls or hoods, leaving only the face uncovered, covered their heads and shoulders. Their hoods, like their five fingered gloves were made of a texture resembling sating stitch, very fine and fitting the parts of the body closely. The men had extremely broad shoulders, with powerful dorsal muscles showing prominently, narrow waists, and they seemed athletic. Among features that set them apart from ordinary human beings were the exceptionally long arms and hands, large crania and very large eyes. Julio felt a sense of peace and calm envelop him. When they addressed him he at first thought they were using speech, but later, realizing that their lips did not move, he assumed they communicated mentally with him. They asked him to calm down and to follow them. Julio obeyed, taking along his dog and the gun. The aliens walked with a majestic, elegant and rhythmical gait. Julio was then led to a huge craft that had been concealed behind two hillocks in the bottom of a small valley, though hovering four meters above ground. It was an awesome sight. Shaped like an inverted soup plate, of a matt, silvery metallic color, it appeared to have a diameter of about 60 or 70 meters and a height of some 15 to 20 meters. Temporarily ignoring Julio, who had paused to take in the breathtaking sight, the occupants pressed ahead so that he had to run to catch up. Arriving underneath the central area of the craft, Julio noticed its completely smooth surface, as though molded in one piece, with no rivets or fittings. At this point he became aware of a powerful odor of pine, or possibly ozone, a smell also detectable on board. Julio’s gun and knife levitated upwards into the craft. A smooth metallic cylinder then emerged silently from the center of the disc, stopping just above the ground. It was about four meters in height and 2.5 meters in diameter. A door, sliding upwards, opened in the descended cylinder’s wall, revealing a small compartment lit by a strange light, coming from everywhere of an absolutely pure whiteness which Julio found thoroughly disturbing.

By now frightened, he hesitated before stepping through the door into the shaft. So reluctant was the dog to follow its master that Julio had to drag him in. What was now an interior elevator rose silently, stopping at an entrance to a corridor, where the party alighted. Further along was another corridor, with two metallic doors, about 2.5 meters high. These doors were finely fashioned, and he could see no hinges, handles, or latches on them. The whole appearance of the place was the most clinically aseptic that could be imagined…there were no internal angles. The walls were continuous with the ceiling, being joined by a gentle curve. Continuing along the circular passage, he suddenly came to a small ladder…it did not seem to him logical that people with a technology capable of keeping a craft floating weightless four meters off the ground should require a ladder in order to pass from one level to another. The ladder looked like the steps of a swimming pool, with a very shiny finish and a cylindrical handrail. The semi-cylindrical steps were set at intervals of about 40 cm. One of the beings led the way, scaling the steps in two jumps with phenomenal agility. With some difficulty, carrying the dog under his right arm and with the gun over his shoulder, Julio followed. He noticed that the railing felt exceptionally cold. At the top of the ladder, which led up to a room through a circular hole, was another individual who, like the others, assured Julio that he had nothing to worry about. The “flight deck” as it turned out to be, was about 15 meters wide and five meters high. Interestingly, unlike Julio’s shoes and the claws of his dog, the steps of the crewmembers made no noise on the floor. In the center of the flight deck stood a kind of console. It had some resemblance to an electronic organ. It was about 2.5m wide and, standing on it, set in metal footings was a transparent glass screen. The control table itself was standing upon a circular platform of the same white material as the rest of the floor. Elsewhere on the flight deck stood three other, smaller consoles, about one and a half meters wide, set around the circumference of the room, in front of which were strange, high, conical seats, with the pointed part towards the bottom. Also set close to the surrounding wall was a large square panel, leaden grayish in color, and a rectangular table of a metallic, blackish blue sheen. Set around the dome at intervals of about one and a half meters were rectangular windows made out of what appeared to be smoked glass. Meanwhile, Mus had been around the flight deck, sniffing at everything, including at least one of the aliens, who reacted in a surprise manner. When Julio called out to his dog, the sound of its name evoked great surprise among the entities. On asking where his hosts originated, Julio received an unintelligible mental response, including the expression “three seven, squared.”

After this the aliens indicated that they would like to examine his dog and take blood samples from him. Mus was carried to a rectangular table and blood from his paw was precisely, carefully extracted with a fairly normal looking syringe. The men then communicated to Julio that they wanted to examine him and placed him behind the screen on the rectangular table. After a few minutes he was given to understand that was all to be required of him. But in subsequent recollections—which proved harder to recover and which clearly he found very disturbing—Julio said that numerous samples had been extracted from him, including blood, semen, urine, cerebrospinal fluid, synovia, saliva, and gastric and intestinal juices. He believed that two women, similar facially to the men, were on board at the time. Politely ordered to sit on one of the seats at the central console, Julio did so. Next to Julio sat one of the crewmembers that, having raised the left armrest nimbly fingered several silvery buttons. The seat began to revolve along a track in the central console. Julio continued to sit beside the crewmember, his dog and gun at his side. Suddenly, a brief, piercing whistle was heard, producing a commotion on the flight deck. The tallest of the three crew members quickly headed toward one of the console units and all three studied the remote viewing screens in front of them. An image appeared on the screens of an older looking man. At this point the crew members began talking among themselves, their telepathy with Julio interrupted. The man on the screen, who seemed to be a superior, spoke first, and then the others conversed with him. The language sounded harsh to Julio, he described it as a mixture between German and Korean. They seemed to spit out the words as they were talking, and some of the sounds were like coughs. They never modulated their speech; the words seemed to come up out of their stomachs and did not seem to be produced by the vocal cords but to be thrown out by the diaphragm and from time to time they emitted a little cry as though they were choking.

The image disappeared from the viewing screen. Julio found himself back in telepathic communication with his hosts. Hectic activity ensued; as crewmembers started desperately pushing buttons. The central platform began to rotate anticlockwise, halting when the control console came in line with what Julio assumed was a “computer.” Another whistling sound could be heard, from which point Julio seems to have passed out. After another whistle Julio was awake again. The crewmembers showed interest in Julio’s gun and, passing it around among themselves, asked him about its use. A heavy smoker, Julio lit a cigarette. The men asked if they might take one away for study and deposited it into the same cylinder. Soon Julio was escorted to the lift cylinder, the metal door rose and he was back outside, in bright sunlight. He staggered back to his car, where Mus immediately bolting from the cylinder, awaited him. The car engine now worked, and he drove away without bothering to look back at the disc. Among the interesting items of information imparted telepathically to Julio by the ufonauts, both during and after his alleged abduction, was that other, shorter beings were coming here who were less evolved ethically. These others, it was explained, “are engaged in probing and programming” the minds of those humans whom they have contacted or kidnapped. Julio Fernandez was killed in a car crash in 1992, coincidentally near the site where he claimed to have been abducted.
Source: Thomas E Bullard, UFO Abductions The Measure of a Mystery and Timothy Good, Unearthly Disclosure