In March of 1999, FATE Magazine published this article about a creature photographed by a former policeman anonymous alleged abductee. The photo is dated early morning December 1, 1987. Notice the length of the arms on the creature. The photographer said the aliens had hands larger than his although their height only reached his stomach.
THE ENCOUNTER:
After four years of being a metropolitan policeman in London, Philip Spencer had left his job and moved with his wife and baby to the West Yorkshire area of Ilkley moor to be closer to her family.
In the 1st of December, 1987 at about a quarter past seven, it was dark and overcast when Spencer said goodbye to his wife. He had decided to walk across the moor heading for his father-in-law's house, in the village of East Morton on the other side of Ilkley moor, and on the way he was hoping to get some photographs of the strange light tricks of the moor. To be able to get the images he desired, he had a high ASA rated film in the camera, to compensate for the poor light in the area.
Along with his camera, Spencer also took a compass to navigate through the fog before sufficient daylight shone through the moor. Spencer had lived in the town on only a few months, and as an experienced walker he knew how quickly mist and rain could move in during winter.
As he climbed up the steep slopes of the moor he decided to not take his normal route he took a shorter route though much arduous. He walked past the White Wells building, a landmark that houses a natural spring on the edge of the moor, then picked up a path that led up a steep slope and past a stand of trees.
As he approached the trees he vaguely heard a humming sound, which he took to be an aircraft that he could not see because of the clouds layer. The crown of the hill had been scooped out at some time in the distant past, and the path dipped here, skirting the lip of a huge hollow. Suddenly something moving caught his eye. Turning, he saw a small green creature, no more than four feet tall, at a distance of about 30 feet or more. It moved quickly away into the hollow, when it was about 40 to 50 feet away, he though "what's that?" and shouted "Hey!" to the being. At this point, the being turned and waved an arm dismissively at him, Spencer remembered he had a camera and took one shot.
It then ran away out of sight behind an outcropping. Spencer gathered his wits and took off, jumped down the embankment in pursuit of the being. He explained later that he did not know why and acted on an impulse. He said the creature did not walk as much as shambled but nevertheless it moved much faster than a human. He turned a corner, and there was no sign of the entity, but he arrived just in time to get a glimpse of a large object like two silver saucers stuck edge to edge with a domed top rise up from the moor and disappear into a cloud the sky. On the top of the dome was a whitish square, a box like appendage with a pattern of holes cut into it. At this point he also realized that the humming sound that he had heard previously was quite loud now and came from the saucer. He had no time to get a photograph of the object.
There was silence now, and the rain had stopped. When he saw nothing else of the being or its craft, he began to walk to Menston, the nearest village. He was rather shaken and gave up his plan to visit his father-in-law. This walk to Menston took about 30 minutes, and during this time, a couple of things became apparent to him. First of all, his compass now pointed south instead of north, and secondly, he was surprised to find to town bustling with shoppers. He glanced up at the church clock and saw it was 10:00am, whereas by his reckoning it should have been around 08:15am
Spencer was confused now. Did he see what he thought he saw? To answer this burning question, he headed by bus to the town of Keighley, the nearest town with an instant film development and printing store. Some two hours later, he had his picture of the creature, and then knew that he had not been hallucinating. It looked to be about 4 foot tall, and had a blue-green tint to its skin. Spencer knew he had something of importance, or at least, he thought he did.
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