The Disturbing Darlington Farm UFO Case... by Bill Knell
The Disturbing Darlington Farm UFO Case... by Bill Knell
Ohio has been and remains paranormal central when it comes to the Unexplained. UFOs, ghosts, crop circles and all sorts of strange phenomenon have found a home there. However, few events lacking a reasonable explanation can match the Darlington Farm UFO case. The details are straightforward and horrifying.
In October of 1953, a farmer, his wife and thirteen year old son were sitting down to dinner. As they sat there the lights in the farm house began to dim. Dogs and animals reacted loudly outside. The boy got up from the dinner table to look out the front door and see what was going on?
Standing on the porch, he called his mother and father to come and see the “funny light in the sky” which looked like a large red or orange “ball of fire.” That is a very common type of UFO that can be very small or extremely large.
The parents came out to join their son on the porch. Just then, one of the family dogs broke loose from a tether on the side of their house and ran to the front by the porch.
While that was happening, the “funny light” began to come down low until it was hovering over the farmer's open field. The dog started barking and took off for the field.
Concerned for the animal's safety, the boy ran after the pet. While still watching the strange object, the farmer and his wife suddenly heard their son begin to scream for help. The father grabbed his shotgun and headed for the field with his wife following him.
Once in the field they saw “little men” restraining the boy and carrying him off into the object. The odd looking thing took off with the boy inside. As it did, the farmer fired two shots at it to no affect.
They found their dog lying on the ground with its head crushed. Their was no blood or any footprints visible there or where their son had been carried off. In some cases UFO occupants are said to float instead of walking.
Not knowing what else to do, the farmer called the Darlington Police. They arrived quickly and conducted a thorough investigation. However, their version of events were very different from that of the farmer and his wife.
The final police report stated that the boy had likely run off for some unknown reason and got lost in the forest bordering the farm. The dog was not mentioned in their report.
Less than 48 hours later, the U.S. Air Force got involved, did their own investigation and decided the family should be “relocated” for their own good. As in other cases, the farm was likely leveled with all buildings destroyed and any affected areas of ground removed.
Within days unidentified Air Force personnel arrived to help the couple pack all their belongings. Military trucks arrived to move the couple and all they had to a special northwestern relocation site.
All this was done under the umbrella of the Air Force Project Blue Book, allegedly the official U.S. Government inquiry into Unidentified Flying Objects (a term they created).
According to former Air Force operative Bill English, all these facts were included in Project Blue Book top secret Report 13. He personally saw and was asked to study it for the Air Force. I knew Bill for a long time and never had a reason to doubt him.
According to the official report, the farmer and his wife were relocated to a place refered to as Z21-14, location unknown. This was accomplished in the name of “national security.”
Both the farmer and his wife underwent long-term psychiatric treatment and deprogramming. That probably means they were pumped full of drugs to control their reaction to the unexplained events they experienced.
No further details on what might have became of their son were available. I will not speculate further than to say he was probably abducted by the small grey type aliens who seem to do this on a regular basis and have been doing it for a very long time. In most cases, Abductees are returned. Their case was a classic CE-4.
Here is a breakdown of Close Encounter designations..
First Kind (CE1): A simple sighting of a UFO, with no other evidence.
Second Kind (CE2): A UFO sighting accompanied by physical evidence, such as scorch marks, interference with electronics, or physical traces.
Third Kind (CE3): Interaction with an actual alien being or creature.
Fourth Kind (CE4): Human abduction by aliens, often involving experiments.
Fifth Kind (CE5): Direct communication between aliens and humans, like telepathic communication.
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