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Friday, September 14, 2012
The Massanutten Mountain Abduction
The following account was written by Bruce Cornet, M.S., Ph.D. who was one of the witnesses during this encounter. It took place near the Massanutten Mountain ski resort near Harrisonburg, Virginia in Rockingham County. I was not familiar with the incident and stumbled upon it by accident. Cornet is currently part of National Institute for Discovery Science, which was created by Robert Bigelow of Bigelow Aerospace Advanced Space Studies. NIDS is supposedly involved with investigation of the infamous 'Skinwalker Ranch.' I'll get into that at a later date, Anyway...here's the account as written:
November 26, 1993 - My family and I spent Thanksgiving with my wife's mother, Lynn Huff, in Massanutten, Virginia, a ski resort located in the Blue Ridge mountains near Harrisonburg. I discovered while there a past history of abductions in that community, one of which resulted in the death of my wife's brother Bobby in 1980 by doctors administering a tranquilizer following his Travis Walton-type abduction (He had a fatal allergic reaction to the drug). Ironically, Lynn lives on Hopkins Lane. I was preoccupied with going to skytop overlook at the top of the ridge overlooking the ski resort and valley to the east. I wanted to go there around 8:00 pm and look for unusual lights in the sky. My wife, Pat, wanted to come along. We drove our van up the switchback road to the parking lot near the top of the ridge, and parked at the opposite end of the parking lot from the entrance, looking out over the valley below. There was one vehicle parked there. I set up my camera and tripod in front of the van near the guard rail. A security patrol car (Chevy caprice) arrived shortly after we arrived and then returned back down to the valley. The vehicle that was there when wearrived soon left also. I took a two minute exposure of the lights in the valley. The time was 8:18 pm.
Shortly after that (at about 8:28 pm) a brilliant pair of lights entered the parking lot from the road that comes up the side of the mountain. At first the lights were diagonally behind the van. I recall hearing some sort of a humming sound, but no car engine sound. I thought, "Not another interruption." But this pair of lights illuminated the tree tops next to the guard rail to my left, then illuminated the tree trunks, then the tree bases and guard rail. I turned to look at the lights. I felt a sharp pain in my left eye, and quickly turned away because the lights were about ten times the brightness of high beams on a car. I felt heat radiating from the lights through the window of the van. I saw two lights about five feet in diameter with auras of yellow and amber in diffuse rings around white centers. I also saw a dark dome behind the lights. After turning away I had the thought in my head, "Don't look at the lights; look straight ahead." When I tried to turn again I had great difficulty as if I were paralyzed. I could only move my head slightly, although my eyes could move freely. My wife tried to turn to look at the light on the right side of the van, but also had difficulty in turning. It was bright enough that the light lit up the ground next to the van, catching her attention. She remembers the reflection of the light moving downwards towards the ground, i.e. getting brighter. She also remembers trying to look at her wrist watch. She recalls having difficulty in turning her wrist so that she could see her watch; when she finally could see the watch on her right wrist, it read 8:35 pm.
The next thing she remembered was being able to turn freely to the left to look out the left side window of the van. She saw a small vehicle moving out of the parking lot towards the road that goes back down the mountain. It was sleek and metallic colored, and had unusual curves to its silhouette, with a dome, the top of which was made of dark reflective material - like tinted glass, below which a tall skirt of metallic shiny grey metal completed the base of the dome. It had a low back that had a downwards-sagging shape to it, with a ring of small white lights that seemed to merge together, bordered above and below by dark metal ridges, and possibly two small red lights within the row of white lights, one at either side of the craft that may have flashed briefly as do brake lights. The row of lights separated the dome and the metal base that was angled inwards on both sides - like an old cast iron cooking skillet, and colored a darker metallic shiny grey than the dome. The front pair of bright lights appeared to be directed straight ahead and away from us, not downwards as the craft pulled out of the parking lot. The beams of light widened with distance in front of the craft, and it appeared to move horizontally, not downwards with the downward slope of the road, as if it were floating above the ground. There was at least a one foot gap between the base of the craft and crest of the road pavement before the road sloped downwards at the parking lot entrance; there were no apparent wheels visible underneath the craft. Pat thought it was a small car pulling out of the parking lot, but now thinks that this was a mental thought purposely given to confuse and distract her from recognizing that it was not. As the vehicle departed my watch beeped, indicating that it was 9:00 pm.
After the lights entered the parking lot and I turned and glanced at them, they descended and dimmed to a brown amber color, then went out as the vehicle moved towards the guard rail about 15-20 feet from the left side of the van and touched down. I saw the lights move forward in the side view mirror, but could not turn my head for a better look as I had just done before. There was no sound coming from the craft. Then I heard the distinctive sound of gravel being moved as if something hard were pushing the gravel. A gravel apron of about 10 feet in width occurs between the guard rail and pavement. Upon returning Sunday morning after the storm on Saturday I found ridges of gravel aligned parallel with the guard rail near the pavement. One prominent ridge was about 1/2 inch high and about three feet long. Other shorter and lower ridges occurred inside it as if whatever landed skipped and then dug in. The ridges were too sharp and high to be caused by tires, and the area in front of the ridges had been planed flat!
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Friday, September 14, 2012
The Massanutten Mountain Abduction
The following account was written by Bruce Cornet, M.S., Ph.D. who was one of the witnesses during this encounter. It took place near the Massanutten Mountain ski resort near Harrisonburg, Virginia in Rockingham County. I was not familiar with the incident and stumbled upon it by accident. Cornet is currently part of National Institute for Discovery Science, which was created by Robert Bigelow of Bigelow Aerospace Advanced Space Studies. NIDS is supposedly involved with investigation of the infamous 'Skinwalker Ranch.' I'll get into that at a later date, Anyway...here's the account as written:
November 26, 1993 - My family and I spent Thanksgiving with my wife's mother, Lynn Huff, in Massanutten, Virginia, a ski resort located in the Blue Ridge mountains near Harrisonburg. I discovered while there a past history of abductions in that community, one of which resulted in the death of my wife's brother Bobby in 1980 by doctors administering a tranquilizer following his Travis Walton-type abduction (He had a fatal allergic reaction to the drug). Ironically, Lynn lives on Hopkins Lane. I was preoccupied with going to skytop overlook at the top of the ridge overlooking the ski resort and valley to the east. I wanted to go there around 8:00 pm and look for unusual lights in the sky. My wife, Pat, wanted to come along. We drove our van up the switchback road to the parking lot near the top of the ridge, and parked at the opposite end of the parking lot from the entrance, looking out over the valley below. There was one vehicle parked there. I set up my camera and tripod in front of the van near the guard rail. A security patrol car (Chevy caprice) arrived shortly after we arrived and then returned back down to the valley. The vehicle that was there when wearrived soon left also. I took a two minute exposure of the lights in the valley. The time was 8:18 pm.
Shortly after that (at about 8:28 pm) a brilliant pair of lights entered the parking lot from the road that comes up the side of the mountain. At first the lights were diagonally behind the van. I recall hearing some sort of a humming sound, but no car engine sound. I thought, "Not another interruption." But this pair of lights illuminated the tree tops next to the guard rail to my left, then illuminated the tree trunks, then the tree bases and guard rail. I turned to look at the lights. I felt a sharp pain in my left eye, and quickly turned away because the lights were about ten times the brightness of high beams on a car. I felt heat radiating from the lights through the window of the van. I saw two lights about five feet in diameter with auras of yellow and amber in diffuse rings around white centers. I also saw a dark dome behind the lights. After turning away I had the thought in my head, "Don't look at the lights; look straight ahead." When I tried to turn again I had great difficulty as if I were paralyzed. I could only move my head slightly, although my eyes could move freely. My wife tried to turn to look at the light on the right side of the van, but also had difficulty in turning. It was bright enough that the light lit up the ground next to the van, catching her attention. She remembers the reflection of the light moving downwards towards the ground, i.e. getting brighter. She also remembers trying to look at her wrist watch. She recalls having difficulty in turning her wrist so that she could see her watch; when she finally could see the watch on her right wrist, it read 8:35 pm.
The next thing she remembered was being able to turn freely to the left to look out the left side window of the van. She saw a small vehicle moving out of the parking lot towards the road that goes back down the mountain. It was sleek and metallic colored, and had unusual curves to its silhouette, with a dome, the top of which was made of dark reflective material - like tinted glass, below which a tall skirt of metallic shiny grey metal completed the base of the dome. It had a low back that had a downwards-sagging shape to it, with a ring of small white lights that seemed to merge together, bordered above and below by dark metal ridges, and possibly two small red lights within the row of white lights, one at either side of the craft that may have flashed briefly as do brake lights. The row of lights separated the dome and the metal base that was angled inwards on both sides - like an old cast iron cooking skillet, and colored a darker metallic shiny grey than the dome. The front pair of bright lights appeared to be directed straight ahead and away from us, not downwards as the craft pulled out of the parking lot. The beams of light widened with distance in front of the craft, and it appeared to move horizontally, not downwards with the downward slope of the road, as if it were floating above the ground. There was at least a one foot gap between the base of the craft and crest of the road pavement before the road sloped downwards at the parking lot entrance; there were no apparent wheels visible underneath the craft. Pat thought it was a small car pulling out of the parking lot, but now thinks that this was a mental thought purposely given to confuse and distract her from recognizing that it was not. As the vehicle departed my watch beeped, indicating that it was 9:00 pm.
After the lights entered the parking lot and I turned and glanced at them, they descended and dimmed to a brown amber color, then went out as the vehicle moved towards the guard rail about 15-20 feet from the left side of the van and touched down. I saw the lights move forward in the side view mirror, but could not turn my head for a better look as I had just done before. There was no sound coming from the craft. Then I heard the distinctive sound of gravel being moved as if something hard were pushing the gravel. A gravel apron of about 10 feet in width occurs between the guard rail and pavement. Upon returning Sunday morning after the storm on Saturday I found ridges of gravel aligned parallel with the guard rail near the pavement. One prominent ridge was about 1/2 inch high and about three feet long. Other shorter and lower ridges occurred inside it as if whatever landed skipped and then dug in. The ridges were too sharp and high to be caused by tires, and the area in front of the ridges had been planed flat!
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