Monday, July 12, 2021

A Texas Alien by Sable Hunter

UFO’s aren’t a taboo subject any longer. Not that I’m afraid of taboo subjects. After all, I’m Sable Hunter writer of erotic romance – or that’s the way I used to bill myself. Now, I’ve discovered what I thought was erotic is pretty mainstream. Anyway, I’ve never shied away from the controversial. I was a believer in UFO’s and aliens long before the Pentagon chose to release a report. In fact, I’ve seen several UFO’s in my time.


I hope I haven’t told you all this before – if I have excuse me, I’m getting old. The first time I saw a UFO, I was driving down a small farm to market road in deep East Texas – FM 1. It’s narrow with big trees planted close to the road, at times forming a canopy overhead. But there’s one spot with a pretty good arial view and that’s where I saw it. At first, I thought it was a blimp but the more I looked at it, the more I realized it wasn’t. This was a cylindrical shaped craft of unearthly origin – I just knew it was. Anyway, I pulled off the side of the road to get out for a better look. When I moved to the cleared spot and looked in the sky – it was gone. There was no earthly way that thing moved fast enough to get out of my sight. My answer – it cloaked. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Another time, we saw one dance over the tops of the pine trees like a firefly, only much bigger. It shot up, then right, then left, before shooting straight up and disappearing in a flash. One other time, I saw one in Colorado on the side of a mountain in Estes Park. We stood at our hotel room and watched it. We could even see in the windows located on the sides of the craft. My mother tried to tell us it was a building of some sort, but there was no building on the side of that mountain and once the sun rose there was no alien ship either. It was just a steep rocky surface with not even a tree to be seen.

Those are my personal accounts – which you can take or leave. But I have something even better for you. In north Texas not too far from Fort Worth, there’s a small town called Aurora. Very appropriate name, I think. From this small town comes one of Texas tallest tales, but the residents of Aurora will swear on a stack of Bibles that it’s true. Their claim to fame is the day an alien spaceship crashed in Aurora and took down a windmill in one fell swoop.

Currently, the community is small, just over 1200 people. It used to be bigger, over 5000. But an epidemic came through and the railroad bypassed the town and the population dwindled. Not much happened in Aurora until one day in 1897 when a spaceship from outer space crashed nearby. What makes this tale different from others is the recovery of the little green man. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t survive the crash. The citizens of Aurora carefully retrieved the body from the wreckage and gave him a Christian burial in the local cemetery. Below is a copy of the actual newspaper article: The report tells how the airship flew over the town square going about ten or twelve miles an hour. Many watched it go by and were horrified to see it crash into Judge Procter’s windmill and explode. Debris was scattered over several acres, completely destroying the judge’s flower garden.

An army communication officer declared the deceased pilot was not of this earth and most probably a resident of Mars. Papers were found on the ship, but no one could read the hieroglyphs. The ship was built of an unknown metal and much of the wrecked remains was tossed into a nearby well. The report ends with the announcement that the funeral for the little alien pilot would be held the next day.

This next photo is the historical marker at the Aurora Cemetery and if you enlarge it you can read that the cemetery was known for several things – one of them being the resting place of a visitor from a faraway galaxy. 

Over the following years there was much contention over this story. Skeptics abounded and folks did their best to disprove the account. Some wanted to dig up the little pilot and let science have the final say. The residents of Aurora refused the attempt at desecration, and the grave remains untouched.

Of course, that was then – this is now.

People aren’t laughing at UFO’s so much anymore.

Who knows? The crash at Roswell might not have been our nation’s first visit from the stars. The first might very well have been in Aurora, Texas.  

Thanks for putting up with me!
Love, Sable

PS. Photos courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and purchases from Dreamstime. 


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1 comment:

Julie Lence said...

I think you have to put that into a story! Kudos for the Aurora townsfolk for refusing to disturb the gravesite. Some things are better left alone.