December 20, 2024 • 19 mins
Discover the terrifying true story of three women who encountered the unknown on Highway 78 in Liberty, Kentucky. In 1976, a night of celebration turned into a chilling ordeal involving strange lights, missing time, and unexplainable burns. Was it aliens or something even more mysterious? Watch the full story now and decide for yourself!
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What happened to those three women out on Highway 78 in Liberty, Kentucky?
(00:06):
Well, that ain't just any tale. Folks, still talk about it in hushed voices. Still shudder when the
name comes up. Still avoid that stretch of road when the moon's high and the night's too quiet.
Even now, after all these years, most can't rightly wrap their heads around what really happened that
(00:26):
night. But I'll tell it to you the best I know. Maybe then you'll understand. Or maybe, like the
rest of us, you'll wish you hadn't. Well, howdy, y'all. Welcome to Kentucky Melody's Scary Stories
from Kentucky Podcast. Here, we bring you spine-tingling tales and hair-raising legends straight
(00:50):
from the heart of the Bluegrass State. So, y'all, sit a spell and enjoy our tale. And if you're
wanting a more visual experience, head on over to our YouTube channel, Kentucky Melody,
for full episodes packed with eerie sights and chilling sounds. We'll be waiting for you if
you're brave enough. Now, the town of Liberty, Kentucky, didn't amount to much, far as the
(01:16):
world was concerned. It sat there quiet in the hills, wrapped up tight in its own little piece of
Appalachia. Folks lived simple lives in trouble, at least the kind you read about in the papers.
Rarely came creeping up them dirt roads. Houses huddled close together in the hollers.
(01:38):
Dark was sleep by the time the sky turned black. Porch lights flickered in the mist like
lonely fireflies hanging too long in the cold. It was the 6th of January, 1976.
A night thick with something unsettling, though no one had felt it just yet. The day had been gray,
(01:59):
a lot drizzled hanging in the air like it was too tired to come down proper. But by evening,
the rain gave up, leaving the road slick and the cold starting to bite. Three women, Mona Stafford,
Louise Smith, and Elaine Thomas, were out celebrating the birthday. Nothing fancy,
(02:20):
mind you. Mona was turning 36 years old, and a quiet supper with friends was good enough for her.
Louise was the one driving that night. She was steady as they came. Proud of her Chevrolet
Nova, a car she kept clean as a whistle. Elaine sat in the back, quiet as ever, a woman who kept
(02:42):
her thoughts tucked away behind a calm face. The three of them had eaten at Redwood's restaurant
down in Stanford, about a half hour from Liberty. Redwood's was the kind of place where folks
brought their families after church or grabbed a cup of coffee on their way to work. That night,
(03:03):
the three women shared plates of food and laughter. Nothing heavy, no drinking, no fuss,
just a simple birthday for a simple woman. By the time they walked out into the cold,
January air, the town had gone dark. They climbed into Louise's Nova, the metal cold under their
hands. The headlights spilled onto the quiet street, and Louise turned the key. The drive home would
(03:31):
take them down Highway 78, a long, lonely stretch of road that cut through farmland and pressed up
close against dark woods. It was a place where you could drive for miles without passing another
soul. That night, as the tires hummed on the wet pavement and the stars blinked like a thousand
(03:52):
tired eyes, something unnatural was waiting for them just ahead. Mona was the first one to notice it,
a strange red glow sitting low on the horizon, just where the road curved round a patch of trees.
At first it didn't look like much, just something strange flickering at the edge of the dark. She
(04:14):
leaned forward, squinting through the windshield. The glow didn't move like a plane or a car,
it just hung there, too still. Look at that, Mona murmured, though her voice barely carried over
the hum of the engine. The light grew brighter, spillin' red across the road and trees. Louise
(04:36):
slowed the car, her hands grippin' the wheel tight as she craned her neck to sea. Up ahead,
the road curved and as the car came round the bend, the women saw it. Hangin' low over the road
was a massive shape. It weren't no airplane and it sure weren't no star. The thing was round,
(04:57):
smooth as polished metal with a glowin' dome perched on top that spilled red light down like
blood on snow. The craft seemed alive, breathin' slow and heavy as it rocked in the air,
hoverin' no more than a hundred yards from the ground. The women fell silent. The air inside
(05:18):
the car felt wrong, thick and heavy, like every breath took more effort. Louise's knuckles turned
wide on the steering wheel. The engine hummed under her hands but all around the car the woods
were silent. It was too big, too quiet. Mona couldn't take her eyes off it. What is that thing?
(05:41):
Before any of them could find the words, the craft shifted. It tilted ever so slightly to the left
like somethin' inside was watchin' them. Then, from the belly of the thing, a blue light erupted,
thick and blazin' like the beam of a giant searchlight. The woman was a little bit more
(06:02):
light. The light struck the car like a hammer, pourin' through the windshield and windows,
turnin' everything a blindin' shade of blue. It felt like the light wasn't just touchin' them,
it was inside the car, fillin' up the air until there wasn't room for nothin' else.
Louise's hands were still tight on the wheel when the nova lurched forward.
(06:23):
The engine roared and the speedometer needle jumped climbin' past 85 miles an hour. Louise
wasn't touchin' the gas, her foot might as well have been a block of stone. The car moved on its own,
pushed along by that light, the pavement flashin' underneath like a roll of film spinnin' too fast.
(06:46):
Mona threw her hands up to her eyes, the burnin' feelin' startin' to claw at her skin.
Elaine was frozen in the back seat, her mouth open, but no sound came out.
The light was hot and cold all at once. It didn't make sense, and the harder they tried to move,
the more they realized they couldn't. It was like their bodies were glued to their seats,
(07:11):
helpless and small under the weight of somethin' bigger than them.
The road disappeared, the trees turned into a blur of light and dark,
and then there was nothin', just blackness. When the women came too, the nova was sittin' still.
The engine purred soft and quiet, like it had never been pushed harder than a country road at 35.
(07:37):
The headlights were on, spillin' white light onto a patch of dirt and grass.
Louise blinked and sat up, her hands still locked around the wheel.
Mona rubbed her eyes, blinkin' back tears from the burnin' that hadn't gone away.
Where are we? Elaine's voice cracked, soundin' small and hollow.
(08:01):
They looked out the windows and saw somethin' strange. They were sittin' just outside of
Houstonville, almost eight miles from where they'd been. But none of them could remember drivin' there.
Louise looked down at the dash. Her hands shook as she turned off the ignition,
and the hum of the engine died into silence. They didn't speak much on the drive back to liberty.
(08:27):
The burn on Mona's neck itched and every blink brought back the light,
the thick blue light that felt like it had crawled into her skin.
When Louise parked her car in her driveway, her pet parakeet, normally a quiet,
sweet little thing, threw itself around its cage like it was trying to get out.
(08:50):
It screamed and flapped its wings as though it knew somethin' unnatural had followed Louise home.
The women sat in the quiet house, starin' at one another.
None of them slept that night. Somethin' had happened to them out there on Highway 78,
but what they couldn't say. Morning broke gray and pale over Liberty, Kentucky.
(09:15):
The hills still held onto Winter's chill, and frost clung stubborn to the tall grass.
There weren't much talk about the strange lights in the sky just yet,
but over in Louise Smith's little house, somethin' wasn't right.
Louise sat at her kitchen table, hands wrapped tight around a cup of coffee,
(09:38):
though the coffee had long gone cold. She hadn't slept a wink. Neither had Mona Stafford
or Elaine Thomas, who'd spent the rest of the night starin' at the ceiling,
flinchin' every time the wind rattled the windows.
When Louise looked down at her hands, she noticed somethin'. Her skin itched like it had been burned,
(10:01):
and her neck, just below her hairline, was red and sore. She didn't want to touch it,
but the spot throbbed like a fresh welt. The car, her shiny nova, sat parked outside,
lookin' fine at first glance, but when Louise went to check on it later that morning, somethin' was off.
The car had developed strange electrical problems, the kind that couldn't be blamed on the battery or
(10:28):
the cold. The headlights flickered when she turned the key. The dashboard lights blinked like they
had a mind of their own, and the ignition made a whinin' sound it never had before.
What hit her hardest, though, was her little parakeet. That bird, which had been the cheeriest
(10:48):
thing in her house, wouldn't stop screechin' when she walked past the cage. It flapped its wings,
throwin' itself against the bars until Louise finally had to cover the cage with a quilt,
just to quiet it down. Something unnatural had settled into her home, and Louise could feel it
in the air. Over at Mona's, things weren't much better. She kept runnin' her hands over her neck,
(11:14):
feelin' the raw skin where the burnin' had started. Her eyes stung, and every time she closed them,
she saw that light, that awful blue light, burned into the back of her mind like it had left scars
there, too. Elaine sat quiet, refusing to speak of what happened. She looked haunted, like she'd
(11:37):
seen something her soul couldn't scrub clean. Word travels fast in small towns, and it didn't take
long for the story to spread. Folks whispered about UFOs and strange lights, shakin' their heads,
and wonderin' if the three women had seen somethin' out of this world or just gone plum crazy. But
(12:01):
whatever folks believed, the women's faces told the truth. They were rattled to their very bones.
That's when investigators come knockin'. The women's story made its way to the Mutual UFO Network,
or MUFON, which was a group that studied strange lights, flying saucers, and stories,
(12:24):
just like the one comin' out of Liberty. A couple of the investigators drove down from
out of state, their cars bumpin' along Liberty's back roads, their suitcases stuffed full of cameras,
notebooks, and recorders. They sat the women down one by one, Mona, Louise, and Elaine,
(12:44):
and they asked questions. Tell us what you saw that night, they said.
Now, most folks, when they're makin' up a story, they can't keep their details straight,
but not these women. They told the same tale over and over, never losin' a beat.
(13:06):
The investigators separated them, tryin' to poke holes in the story, but the women didn't waver.
They talked about the light, the car speedin' out of control, the burnin' sensation on their
necks and eyes. They even described the craft, the metallic disc, silent and hovering, like they
(13:28):
were all seein' it again right there in front of them. The MUFON folks scratched their heads.
Something had happened out there, and whatever it was, it wasn't no prank or case of nerves.
The women were tellin' the truth. That's when they called in Dr. R. Leo Sprinkel,
(13:49):
a psychologist and UFO researcher who'd spent years listenin' to folks claimin' they'd been
takin', takin' out of their cars, out of their beds, out of their lives, by things not of this world.
Dr. Sprinkel didn't come with ridicule or disbelief. He came with calm eyes and a voice
(14:11):
like a teacher, and he told the women he could help them remember. Dr. Sprinkel had something he
called the hypnotic regression, a way to pull at memories that folks couldn't reach on their own,
like tuggin' at a loose thread until the whole thing unraveled. It weren't no parlor trick,
neither. Under hypnosis, people tended to remember things clear as day. Sometimes,
(14:38):
things they didn't even know they'd forgotten. One by one, he put the women under, and what
come out of their mouths would chill a person to their core. First was Louise,
sittin' stiff-backed in a chair as Dr. Sprinkel's voice carried her back to that night.
Under hypnosis, her face twisted as she started talkin', not to him, but like she was back in the
(15:04):
car, back in that awful blue light. It's pullin' us, she whispered, her hands clenchin' at her sides.
We can't move, I can't move. Then Mona, whose voice trembled as she spoke of the sensation
of floatin', like she was being pulled out of the car, up and up into the cold. She remembered
(15:26):
metal walls, blazin' lights, and strange sounds, hummin' like a hive of bees, and what they saw
inside. It was small creatures, she said, spindly arms and big black eyes that stared
right through her, the kind of eyes that don't blink, don't feel nothin'. She remembered
(15:47):
line on somethin' cold, cold as a slab at the morgue, and feelin' somethin' burnin' against
her skin, like a beam of light was cuttin' through her without leavin' a mark. Elaine, the quietest
of the three, wept as she talked. She didn't want to go back to it, but the memories were there,
(16:08):
clawed into her mind like wounds that never healed. She spoke of hearin' the low hum
of machines of shadows movin' all around her, of a voice she couldn't understand whisperin'
inside her head. By the time Dr. Sprinkle finished, the women were pale, spent, and shakin'. Their
(16:29):
stories matched down to the last detail, and their faces said more than words ever could.
They'd seen somethin' that no person oughta see. The story spread from liberty like ripples in a pond.
Newspapers ran articles, people came to see the women, and skeptics tried to pick their story
(16:50):
apart. But, no matter how hard they tried, the details held. The lie detector tests they took,
they passed. The car's electrical problems, unexplained, and those burns on their necks,
folks didn't know what to make of them. The Liberty Alien Abduction remains one of the most
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chillin' and incredible accounts of its kind, even after all these years. Some folks say it was
somethin' not of this earth. Others reckon it was somethin' worse. A nightmare planted in the
minds of three women who just wanted to get home safe that night. And, maybe that's the scariest part.
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Because whatever came down out of the sky on January 6, 1976, it didn't leave no footprints,
no fingerprints, no explanation. Just three women who stared into the dark and came back changed.
So, if you ever find yourself out on Highway 78 and the night grows still, and the light appears
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out of nowhere, don't stop. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands steady on the wheel.
You don't want to know what's waitin' for you out there.
Now, before we wrap this up, we want to hear from y'all. What do you think about the story?
Do you reckon there's more to it? Or maybe you've got your own theory about what happened?
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If you've got thoughts, or even a spooky tale of your own, drop us a comment or message.
We're all ears, and who knows, your story might just end up on the next episode.
So, let us know what you're thinkin'.
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Keep your eyes peeled and your doors locked, though.
Sometimes the stories have a way of finding you first. See you next time, if you're still around.
What happened to those three women out on Highway 78 in Liberty, Kentucky?
(00:06):
Well, that ain't just any tale. Folks, still talk about it in hushed voices. Still shudder when the
name comes up. Still avoid that stretch of road when the moon's high and the night's too quiet.
Even now, after all these years, most can't rightly wrap their heads around what really happened that
(00:26):
night. But I'll tell it to you the best I know. Maybe then you'll understand. Or maybe, like the
rest of us, you'll wish you hadn't. Well, howdy, y'all. Welcome to Kentucky Melody's Scary Stories
from Kentucky Podcast. Here, we bring you spine-tingling tales and hair-raising legends straight
(00:50):
from the heart of the Bluegrass State. So, y'all, sit a spell and enjoy our tale. And if you're
wanting a more visual experience, head on over to our YouTube channel, Kentucky Melody,
for full episodes packed with eerie sights and chilling sounds. We'll be waiting for you if
you're brave enough. Now, the town of Liberty, Kentucky, didn't amount to much, far as the
(01:16):
world was concerned. It sat there quiet in the hills, wrapped up tight in its own little piece of
Appalachia. Folks lived simple lives in trouble, at least the kind you read about in the papers.
Rarely came creeping up them dirt roads. Houses huddled close together in the hollers.
(01:38):
Dark was sleep by the time the sky turned black. Porch lights flickered in the mist like
lonely fireflies hanging too long in the cold. It was the 6th of January, 1976.
A night thick with something unsettling, though no one had felt it just yet. The day had been gray,
(01:59):
a lot drizzled hanging in the air like it was too tired to come down proper. But by evening,
the rain gave up, leaving the road slick and the cold starting to bite. Three women, Mona Stafford,
Louise Smith, and Elaine Thomas, were out celebrating the birthday. Nothing fancy,
(02:20):
mind you. Mona was turning 36 years old, and a quiet supper with friends was good enough for her.
Louise was the one driving that night. She was steady as they came. Proud of her Chevrolet
Nova, a car she kept clean as a whistle. Elaine sat in the back, quiet as ever, a woman who kept
(02:42):
her thoughts tucked away behind a calm face. The three of them had eaten at Redwood's restaurant
down in Stanford, about a half hour from Liberty. Redwood's was the kind of place where folks
brought their families after church or grabbed a cup of coffee on their way to work. That night,
(03:03):
the three women shared plates of food and laughter. Nothing heavy, no drinking, no fuss,
just a simple birthday for a simple woman. By the time they walked out into the cold,
January air, the town had gone dark. They climbed into Louise's Nova, the metal cold under their
hands. The headlights spilled onto the quiet street, and Louise turned the key. The drive home would
(03:31):
take them down Highway 78, a long, lonely stretch of road that cut through farmland and pressed up
close against dark woods. It was a place where you could drive for miles without passing another
soul. That night, as the tires hummed on the wet pavement and the stars blinked like a thousand
(03:52):
tired eyes, something unnatural was waiting for them just ahead. Mona was the first one to notice it,
a strange red glow sitting low on the horizon, just where the road curved round a patch of trees.
At first it didn't look like much, just something strange flickering at the edge of the dark. She
(04:14):
leaned forward, squinting through the windshield. The glow didn't move like a plane or a car,
it just hung there, too still. Look at that, Mona murmured, though her voice barely carried over
the hum of the engine. The light grew brighter, spillin' red across the road and trees. Louise
(04:36):
slowed the car, her hands grippin' the wheel tight as she craned her neck to sea. Up ahead,
the road curved and as the car came round the bend, the women saw it. Hangin' low over the road
was a massive shape. It weren't no airplane and it sure weren't no star. The thing was round,
(04:57):
smooth as polished metal with a glowin' dome perched on top that spilled red light down like
blood on snow. The craft seemed alive, breathin' slow and heavy as it rocked in the air,
hoverin' no more than a hundred yards from the ground. The women fell silent. The air inside
(05:18):
the car felt wrong, thick and heavy, like every breath took more effort. Louise's knuckles turned
wide on the steering wheel. The engine hummed under her hands but all around the car the woods
were silent. It was too big, too quiet. Mona couldn't take her eyes off it. What is that thing?
(05:41):
Before any of them could find the words, the craft shifted. It tilted ever so slightly to the left
like somethin' inside was watchin' them. Then, from the belly of the thing, a blue light erupted,
thick and blazin' like the beam of a giant searchlight. The woman was a little bit more
(06:02):
light. The light struck the car like a hammer, pourin' through the windshield and windows,
turnin' everything a blindin' shade of blue. It felt like the light wasn't just touchin' them,
it was inside the car, fillin' up the air until there wasn't room for nothin' else.
Louise's hands were still tight on the wheel when the nova lurched forward.
(06:23):
The engine roared and the speedometer needle jumped climbin' past 85 miles an hour. Louise
wasn't touchin' the gas, her foot might as well have been a block of stone. The car moved on its own,
pushed along by that light, the pavement flashin' underneath like a roll of film spinnin' too fast.
(06:46):
Mona threw her hands up to her eyes, the burnin' feelin' startin' to claw at her skin.
Elaine was frozen in the back seat, her mouth open, but no sound came out.
The light was hot and cold all at once. It didn't make sense, and the harder they tried to move,
the more they realized they couldn't. It was like their bodies were glued to their seats,
(07:11):
helpless and small under the weight of somethin' bigger than them.
The road disappeared, the trees turned into a blur of light and dark,
and then there was nothin', just blackness. When the women came too, the nova was sittin' still.
The engine purred soft and quiet, like it had never been pushed harder than a country road at 35.
(07:37):
The headlights were on, spillin' white light onto a patch of dirt and grass.
Louise blinked and sat up, her hands still locked around the wheel.
Mona rubbed her eyes, blinkin' back tears from the burnin' that hadn't gone away.
Where are we? Elaine's voice cracked, soundin' small and hollow.
(08:01):
They looked out the windows and saw somethin' strange. They were sittin' just outside of
Houstonville, almost eight miles from where they'd been. But none of them could remember drivin' there.
Louise looked down at the dash. Her hands shook as she turned off the ignition,
and the hum of the engine died into silence. They didn't speak much on the drive back to liberty.
(08:27):
The burn on Mona's neck itched and every blink brought back the light,
the thick blue light that felt like it had crawled into her skin.
When Louise parked her car in her driveway, her pet parakeet, normally a quiet,
sweet little thing, threw itself around its cage like it was trying to get out.
(08:50):
It screamed and flapped its wings as though it knew somethin' unnatural had followed Louise home.
The women sat in the quiet house, starin' at one another.
None of them slept that night. Somethin' had happened to them out there on Highway 78,
but what they couldn't say. Morning broke gray and pale over Liberty, Kentucky.
(09:15):
The hills still held onto Winter's chill, and frost clung stubborn to the tall grass.
There weren't much talk about the strange lights in the sky just yet,
but over in Louise Smith's little house, somethin' wasn't right.
Louise sat at her kitchen table, hands wrapped tight around a cup of coffee,
(09:38):
though the coffee had long gone cold. She hadn't slept a wink. Neither had Mona Stafford
or Elaine Thomas, who'd spent the rest of the night starin' at the ceiling,
flinchin' every time the wind rattled the windows.
When Louise looked down at her hands, she noticed somethin'. Her skin itched like it had been burned,
(10:01):
and her neck, just below her hairline, was red and sore. She didn't want to touch it,
but the spot throbbed like a fresh welt. The car, her shiny nova, sat parked outside,
lookin' fine at first glance, but when Louise went to check on it later that morning, somethin' was off.
The car had developed strange electrical problems, the kind that couldn't be blamed on the battery or
(10:28):
the cold. The headlights flickered when she turned the key. The dashboard lights blinked like they
had a mind of their own, and the ignition made a whinin' sound it never had before.
What hit her hardest, though, was her little parakeet. That bird, which had been the cheeriest
(10:48):
thing in her house, wouldn't stop screechin' when she walked past the cage. It flapped its wings,
throwin' itself against the bars until Louise finally had to cover the cage with a quilt,
just to quiet it down. Something unnatural had settled into her home, and Louise could feel it
in the air. Over at Mona's, things weren't much better. She kept runnin' her hands over her neck,
(11:14):
feelin' the raw skin where the burnin' had started. Her eyes stung, and every time she closed them,
she saw that light, that awful blue light, burned into the back of her mind like it had left scars
there, too. Elaine sat quiet, refusing to speak of what happened. She looked haunted, like she'd
(11:37):
seen something her soul couldn't scrub clean. Word travels fast in small towns, and it didn't take
long for the story to spread. Folks whispered about UFOs and strange lights, shakin' their heads,
and wonderin' if the three women had seen somethin' out of this world or just gone plum crazy. But
(12:01):
whatever folks believed, the women's faces told the truth. They were rattled to their very bones.
That's when investigators come knockin'. The women's story made its way to the Mutual UFO Network,
or MUFON, which was a group that studied strange lights, flying saucers, and stories,
(12:24):
just like the one comin' out of Liberty. A couple of the investigators drove down from
out of state, their cars bumpin' along Liberty's back roads, their suitcases stuffed full of cameras,
notebooks, and recorders. They sat the women down one by one, Mona, Louise, and Elaine,
(12:44):
and they asked questions. Tell us what you saw that night, they said.
Now, most folks, when they're makin' up a story, they can't keep their details straight,
but not these women. They told the same tale over and over, never losin' a beat.
(13:06):
The investigators separated them, tryin' to poke holes in the story, but the women didn't waver.
They talked about the light, the car speedin' out of control, the burnin' sensation on their
necks and eyes. They even described the craft, the metallic disc, silent and hovering, like they
(13:28):
were all seein' it again right there in front of them. The MUFON folks scratched their heads.
Something had happened out there, and whatever it was, it wasn't no prank or case of nerves.
The women were tellin' the truth. That's when they called in Dr. R. Leo Sprinkel,
(13:49):
a psychologist and UFO researcher who'd spent years listenin' to folks claimin' they'd been
takin', takin' out of their cars, out of their beds, out of their lives, by things not of this world.
Dr. Sprinkel didn't come with ridicule or disbelief. He came with calm eyes and a voice
(14:11):
like a teacher, and he told the women he could help them remember. Dr. Sprinkel had something he
called the hypnotic regression, a way to pull at memories that folks couldn't reach on their own,
like tuggin' at a loose thread until the whole thing unraveled. It weren't no parlor trick,
neither. Under hypnosis, people tended to remember things clear as day. Sometimes,
(14:38):
things they didn't even know they'd forgotten. One by one, he put the women under, and what
come out of their mouths would chill a person to their core. First was Louise,
sittin' stiff-backed in a chair as Dr. Sprinkel's voice carried her back to that night.
Under hypnosis, her face twisted as she started talkin', not to him, but like she was back in the
(15:04):
car, back in that awful blue light. It's pullin' us, she whispered, her hands clenchin' at her sides.
We can't move, I can't move. Then Mona, whose voice trembled as she spoke of the sensation
of floatin', like she was being pulled out of the car, up and up into the cold. She remembered
(15:26):
metal walls, blazin' lights, and strange sounds, hummin' like a hive of bees, and what they saw
inside. It was small creatures, she said, spindly arms and big black eyes that stared
right through her, the kind of eyes that don't blink, don't feel nothin'. She remembered
(15:47):
line on somethin' cold, cold as a slab at the morgue, and feelin' somethin' burnin' against
her skin, like a beam of light was cuttin' through her without leavin' a mark. Elaine, the quietest
of the three, wept as she talked. She didn't want to go back to it, but the memories were there,
(16:08):
clawed into her mind like wounds that never healed. She spoke of hearin' the low hum
of machines of shadows movin' all around her, of a voice she couldn't understand whisperin'
inside her head. By the time Dr. Sprinkle finished, the women were pale, spent, and shakin'. Their
(16:29):
stories matched down to the last detail, and their faces said more than words ever could.
They'd seen somethin' that no person oughta see. The story spread from liberty like ripples in a pond.
Newspapers ran articles, people came to see the women, and skeptics tried to pick their story
(16:50):
apart. But, no matter how hard they tried, the details held. The lie detector tests they took,
they passed. The car's electrical problems, unexplained, and those burns on their necks,
folks didn't know what to make of them. The Liberty Alien Abduction remains one of the most
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chillin' and incredible accounts of its kind, even after all these years. Some folks say it was
somethin' not of this earth. Others reckon it was somethin' worse. A nightmare planted in the
minds of three women who just wanted to get home safe that night. And, maybe that's the scariest part.
(17:38):
Because whatever came down out of the sky on January 6, 1976, it didn't leave no footprints,
no fingerprints, no explanation. Just three women who stared into the dark and came back changed.
So, if you ever find yourself out on Highway 78 and the night grows still, and the light appears
(18:01):
out of nowhere, don't stop. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands steady on the wheel.
You don't want to know what's waitin' for you out there.
Now, before we wrap this up, we want to hear from y'all. What do you think about the story?
Do you reckon there's more to it? Or maybe you've got your own theory about what happened?
(18:26):
If you've got thoughts, or even a spooky tale of your own, drop us a comment or message.
We're all ears, and who knows, your story might just end up on the next episode.
So, let us know what you're thinkin'.
(19:09):
Keep your eyes peeled and your doors locked, though.
Sometimes the stories have a way of finding you first. See you next time, if you're still around.
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