One such call
announced itself at 8 a.m., on the 27th July 1994. I had
just arrived at work. The lady on the other end of the
line was clearly distraught about what her three-year-old
son was reporting had occurred during the night and she
wanted me to come and talk to her three-year-old son.
listening to her account, I felt sufficiently intrigued
that I began to mentally re-shuffle my day’s activities.
Fortunately the nature of my job permitted me some freedom
of movement in my daily routine. Consequently I succeeded
in arriving at this Surrey residence around 10 a.m. and
where was it located? You’ll never guess,…right in the
middle of the Surrey Corridor! Surprise! Surprise!
first thing that I couldn’t help but notice was that the
house was right alongside a BC Hydro right of way that
carried high powered transmission lines. Long years of
experience had taught me that frequently we could expect
reports of sightings and personal "visitor" interaction to
be generated by the proximity of these nation-wide
eyesores, essential though they may be to the comfort of
our daily lives.
"Maureen Gladstone", met me at the door and launched into
what 3 year old "Edward" kept on insisting had happened
during the previous night. It went like this:
around 4 a.m. that morning Edward had come into the
bedroom announcing "there's a thing with blue lights under
the wires and little people on the poles". Not making any
sense out of all this, Mum told him to climb into bed with
her and go to sleep, which it seems he promptly did.
Trouble was, the story was repeated at breakfast that
morning and clearly Edward with his limited vocabulary
wasn't concocting an imaginary event. Mother wanted to get
to the bottom of all this as her son wouldn’t let the
First of all
we visited Edward’s bedroom, it faced east across a major
highway. Right alongside the house was waste ground where
an object could have come to rest under the wires. Most
certainly it would have been visible to passing traffic
from the nearby highway. One large problem here was that
"the little people on the poles", (assuming he was
referring to the pylon close to the house) was not visible
from his bedroom window. Compounding this problem was the
fact his height dictated that his eyes only came up to the
bottom of the windowsill in his bedroom. Horizontal,
plastic blinds screened the bedroom window, so it was
pretty well impossible for him to have seen outside. Which
raised the larger question, what or whom alerted Edward to
the night-time visitors?
After a visit
to Maureen's bedroom, which looked west, (where you could
observe the pylon, except the windows were screened in an
identical manner), we moved out of the kitchen area onto
the veranda, where we discussed the night's events in the
warm summer sunshine.
At this point
Edward launched into a brief description of the "high,
high, man, who bobbed up and down"! All the while lifting
his hand as high as he could above his head to indicate
how tall this guy was. One thing for sure, he was taller
this man?" I asked. Asking his mother to pick him up, he
leant over the veranda rail and pointed most assuredly to
the grass below. "Where were the little people?" I asked.
He pointed to the nearby pylon. "Where was "the thing with
blue lights" ?" He indicated the grassy area directly in
front of us. From our elevated position we could not
discern any area of compressed grass in the immediate
were you?" I asked Edward. With the "high man", he
replied. "Where was Mum?" was my next question. He pointed
downwards to the grass below! ["X" on picture] Clearly
this was something that came as a complete surprise to
Maureen and quite definitely she didn’t want to hear this!
this young man was telling us she and her son had been out
of the house during the night with seemingly a very
strange visitor, "who bobbed up and down".
But how could
that be? Her small family occupied the top portion of the
house, whilst her mother and sister resided in the lower
half. Not only was the house securely locked but they also
owned a large dog, whom it would seem had also slept
through the past night’s events.
asked her son "Where did the "thing" go?" He promptly
raised his hand to the sky, pointing in a westerly
direction. Further questioning revealed that prior to
moving into their home they had lived in an apartment
about two miles to the north. It seems that Edward
complained frequently to his mother that "an old man would
peer through the window at him during the night". This
statement was also hard to come to terms with, as not only
were the bedroom windows covered with heavy drapes, but
also the apartment was on the second floor! Whatever the
explanations might be, clearly her son was experiencing
some unusual events.
Prior to my
departure Maureen seemed to be struggling with a hard
decision. As I left she announced, "we are leaving here,
the sooner the better". A month later they had gone.
I forgot to ask her how many times she had previously
moved. I have a strong feeling it had been quite
frequently. Furthermore, whatever is trailing them will
soon catch up to their new location. But I didn’t tell her
that. Why spoil a lovely summer’s day?