3) Dr. Herbert Hopkins: 1976
This story gets an extra dose of credence because it comes from a doctor, someone who, you would hope, wasn’t prone to flights of fancy. Although, being a doctor isn’t a sure-fire promise that someone isn’t nuts – Harold Shipman springs to mind.
Hopkins was researching a UFO incident when he got a phone call from someone at New Jersey UFO organization (a group that turned out later not to exist). They asked if they could come and talk to him about the UFO case he was working on.
He wanted to know if he could come here and talk to me about the UFO case. He also asked if I was alone, and I said yes.
Hopkins agreed to meet and as he put the phone down the MIB was already walking up the stairs to his home. Creepy.
If he was even as close as across the street or next door telephoning, he could not possibly have gotten here as soon as I did to turn on the light for him.
He wore a neatly tailored black suit, black shoes, black socks, a white shirt with black tie, and he wore a black derby. You don’t see derbies very often, and I thought to myself, ‘This guy looks just like an undertaker.’ When he sat down, he removed his derby.
This character was as bald as an egg. He didn’t even have eyebrows or eyelashes. It looked like he had smooth, plastic skin — like a doll except that it was a dead-white color. His lips were a brilliant ruby red, and he spoke in an expressionless, monotone, scanning speech. He constructed no phrases and sentences — just a sequence of words evenly spaced. His voice was completely passive with no inflection or intonation, as if you were hearing it from a machine that could talk.
As the pair chatted about the UFO shizzle, Dr Hopkins noticed more and more odd things about his strange visitor.
