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Old Saybrook Blockheads
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February 9, 2025 at 5:59:09 PM
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Many strange, living things have passed by Earth. A few have delved into its atmosphere. Few have landed, and even fewer have contacted those living below.
This case is one of the most troubling instances of extraterrestrial contact.
Between 2 & 3 A.M. December 16, 1957
Old Saybrook, Connecticut, USA
A flash of light startled her awake. Did she somehow sleep through her alarm? Was it noon? No. The light was too bright - so painfully bright - like stadium lights pointed directly into her bedroom. And the room was hot. Hot and dry. Groggy, she stumbled to the window and pulled its curtains aside. She easily saw what beamed from the second floor: it looked like an airplane had crashed. Jagged, torn in two, the piloting end hovered above her clothesline. ...Hovered?! Yes, it hovered above it! Shocked, confused, and on alert, she studied the object floating in midair. It was large, 6 or 7 feet thick, and three times as long, with two square windows on its side. It was no plane.
Behind the craft's windows, two... things... moved around. They stretched and bobbed and slithered slowly by like two fat worms. Passing each other, both held their right arm in the air; at least, it looked sort of like an arm. The appendage had no discernible features: no hands, no fingers, no claws, no suction cups. The long, red growth connected to a strange, sickly yellow body that flared out like a long skirt. Most frightening, however, were their big, translucent, cube-shaped heads. Inside each was a perfectly round, glowing, blood-red sphere.
As the things paced inside, the balls seemed motionless, fixed in place. With horror, she realized her room was no longer bright white but an upsetting red. She could feel the orbs' vibrant glow with a million electric tingles. The balls were fixated on her.
Frozen in place, she watched as the craft began to move. It angled up and down as an antennae sprouted from the left side, pulsating with the same red color. The things inside stilled, watching her. Light beamed not only from within the ship but from its outer hull. The light hurt; as it intensified, she was blinded and felt her skin crisp. Then, the antennae and its light retracted, and the ship dulled. Both windows disappeared like a closing sliding door and extinguished the red glow. Shifting on a horizontal plane, rotating at different angles, the craft paused, quivering, and shot directly upward.
Her deep, shaky exhale was the only sound she'd heard in the last 5 - or was it 50? - minutes.
Dubbed the "Saybrook Blockhead," the strange, alien pair spotted that early winter morning by Mary M. Starr was not the first encounter with its kind; hers was only the first publicly available, publicly persistent account.
The first occurred the year before. An unusual object was spotted only two days before its descent in 1956. Stealthy and especially non-reflective, it traveled undetected at impossible speeds. Nothing could be done. It could only be observed, then met, collected later.
Those within, however, scattered. Some evaded capture and had secondary encounters.
8:53 A.M. January 11, 1993
Old Saybrook, Connecticut, USA
// SEE FILES FOR RECOVERED TRANSCRIPT //
Detective Holding was working on a cold case from 1956. Pouring over what files and photos were left, he discovered an error: Ambrose Briddle was never interviewed. At least, no evidence of one remained. Briddle was an obvious suspect: 1) He was with the victim the night he died; 2) He was a coworker; and 3) He immediately quit his job the day after. It seemed blatantly obvious.
An impatient, fidgety old man, the out-of-the-blue inquiry went as Holding expected: not well. Unhelpful and unwilling to answer anything honestly, Holding was certain that Briddle knew something. He didn't think the man was a killer, but there could be a rare surprise. Faced with the evidence, he expected the man to break - but not in the way he did. Coming back with water and more crime scene photos, Briddle's mood changed. The man's eyes bulged, and he sobbed; he cried, "Is this another test? Just tell me," over and over. "I swore I wouldn't," over and over.
Eighty-two minutes into the interview, there was a knock at the door. Two men in dark suits stood on the other side, along with the police chief. They ushered him out of the room. Briddle stretched, looking into the hallway after him. He then hyperventilated and began to incoherently screech.
The "Old Saybrook Blockheads", or the Lynx Machines for their proposed galactic origins, have all but been eradicated from planet Earth. Only one, albeit damaged, machine remains. It is in the protection of the BCWPA.