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Silver Discs Over Paterson

Some people think working for Weird NJ means the paranormal just sits down in your lap and says hello. That is not the case. I have never seen a ghost. I have no scars inflicted from a Jersey Devil attack. In a long history of being exposed to so many mysterious things and accounts I have little of my own and not for the lack of putting myself out there.
But on April 25th 2008 at about 10:50 in the morning I saw my first UFO’s. I did not say I witnessed “flying saucers.” I saw two unidentified flying objects clear as day for a good two minutes or so.

Our issue comes out twice a year and on those occasions I find myself in Paterson at warehouse where I help oversee the distribution of our magazine. I was waiting on the loading dock waiting for our contact Zute to come pick up his boxes of the issue. Mark Sceurman was down in the catacombs cleaning up. Just the night before was a killer episode of Lost and, as such, I was staring up at a passenger plane flying West to East imaging the horror of what it must to have been like to be Jack or Locke when the plane went down. I know they are fictional – I can tell the difference between real and make believe. I just never knew the shock that would come over me when those lines blurred though. I had noticed the plane was flying at a relatively low altitude. Not enough that I could read the logo of the airliner but just about. Behind it in the distance were two jets, dark dots flying side by side, coming from the north towards the south in my direction. As the plane moved left to right and was about to crest part of our storage facility and go out of view. The two jets seemed to enter the same airspace of the plane – that is they appeared a little too close and about the same altitude. What happened next is when my brain sort of short circuited with adrenaline, excitement, and confusion. The “jets” stopped moving from north to south and in their side by side pattern and seemed to be hovering some three hundred yards directly behind where the plane was. There they lingered in the sky no longer black dots in the distance but much more detailed. I instantly suspected they had to be the fabled weather balloons. They were clearly metal and very shiny reflecting the bright sun as they literally spun around each other as if caught in an updraft. I was trying to determine their shape – they were wingless, dare I say it, almost saucer shape but more spherical. In excitement I tried to keep my eye on them as they danced around each other and moved to a higher altitude. I looked down only once to call Mark on the cell phone to come up as soon as possible and witness these with me. But when I looked up they were gone. Damn. I looked everywhere and pinched my eyes. I spotted them again almost double the altitude they were an instant before. They were specs now but still orbiting each other. As Zute pulled in he must have thought me rude as I waved for him to stop with my eyes trained to the sky. The specs were fading behind the wisp of scarce clouds. I looked down to yell to him to get out of the car and check these out but when I looked up again they were gone.
I have no idea what I saw. I felt like Travis Walton san probe as I excitedly told my story to Mark Sceurman when he finally came up. As I spoke to the others that would listen I realized I sounded like every farmer in a cornfield who told of something he reckoned he saw in the sky. I know, fact, that I saw what I saw. The excitement hit me that maybe many of those who claim the same also saw what they saw.
I absolutely believe, without a doubt, that we are not alone in the universe – how primitive and arrogant to think otherwise. But I won’t say these were alien ships. I reserved the idea that I saw UFO’s (again by definition) but figured I would settle that they must have been weather balloons – earlier forward momentum and other inconsistencies aside. That is until I told Mark Moran back at the office and he told me two things: one, weather balloons aren’t used anymore and, two, that the area of Paterson I was in has a long history of UFO accounts. –Ryan Doan… Special thanks to Mark at Weird NJ.com and Brent Berry Arts.com for the UFO rendering.

KEN PFEIFER MUFON NEW JERSEY

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PINELANDS — I was just 14 years old in August 5, 1967, with my Mom driving me shotgun and my little brother and sister in the back seat. We had a summer house on the Jersey shore in Beach Heaven and drove from our Trenton home. In a barren stretch of road we all see an enormous flying object, so large I could not see the ends; I saw just the belly of the craft.

Mom pulled the car over and it floated barely above tree level and it did not make a sound. We huddled together. The crickets stopped whistling. One of its lights focused on us and it stopped directly above us. I remember how it lit my Mom’s skin like today’s LED’s accept a thousand times more intense. As fast as it came it was gone, with smaller crafts zipping around it. We saw an excessive number of military trucks pass us right outside Fort Dix and all the soldiers were looking up. When we got to the shore Mom called Dad in Trenton and told him what we had seen and our realization of missing time. Over six hours had passed and we can account for only ninety minutes to drive this distance.

My dad instructed us not to say anything to anybody and the secret was kept until 2000, when we discussed it with our dying Mother who remembered every little detail exactly as I did, so did my brother and sister. My mother asked, “Did they hurt you?”We all have the same scoop mark on our legs and a patch where no hair grows on our legs. I had medical problems and the doctor noticed scars in my organs from previous surgeries but I’ve never had any surgery. The blue light appeared in my life several times over the years. Today I am frail and sick with complications that cannot be diagnosed. I believe my conditions to be related to that event.