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Alternate Perceptions Magazine, January 2020

Mystery on the Mohawk

by: Jennifer Stevens

Sketch of "saturine" man who spoke to Mr. Stevens. Height - 6' 2", dressed in brown suit and hat. Wore dark glasses which he removed while talking to Mr. Peter Stevens. (drawing by Mrs. Jennifer Stevens)

[Editors Note: This article is reprinted from England’s Flying Saucer Review, Special issue No. 2, entitled “Beyond Condon,” June 1969]
Founder of the Extraterrestrial Phenomena Investigating Committee, Jennifer Stevens is the editor and publisher of UFO – Skywatch magazine.

Over a period of approximately two years an area on the banks of the New York State Barge Canal (Mohawk River) in Scotia, New York, has been the scene of some very strange activities. During periods ranging from several days to several weeks, residents of the area have observed UFOs.

In April of 1967, a woman living in the area was walking a visitor to her car at about 11 o’clock at night. The two women stopped to watch what appeared to be a very large bright star. As they watched, the “star” began to descend. In a matter of moments, it was hovering above the trees across the street from them. They were “fascinated” and a little fearful. Suddenly, a baseball-sized projectile, that one of them later described as “an ugly red color”, shot from the UFO, went whizzing over their heads and disappeared into the trees across the street from where they were standing. The star-like UFO then sped away.

One of the women, whom I shall call Peggy G., was still puzzling over the experience the next morning when a neighbor dropped in, remarking: “The strangest thing happened last night. Johnny (her 12-year-old) got up to go to the bathroom about 11 o’clock and rushed into my room all upset. He said he saw a ball of fire go by the bathroom window!” Her home is directly opposite Peggy’s driveway. When Peggy first called me, one evening after our “Skywatch” program had just gone off the air, she was reluctant to even give me her name. She was, however, deeply troubled and told me a bit about her sighting. It was not until six weeks later that she called me again and gave me her name and consented to an interview. What she told me was strange indeed.

It seems that there had been a great many sightings in the immediate vicinity of Peggy’s home. Several of her neighbors had reported dogs missing. One of these neighbors had told several people that “little men” had taken her dog. She became obsessed with the idea that she should report this to the government. When she attempted to do so, her family was advised that she was suffering from a nervous breakdown. She was confined to a mental hospital for a period of observation and treatment. She refuses to discuss the matter now, but those who are close to her state that she still swears her original story of “little men” is true. People who have known her for many years attest to the fact that she has nothing in her past emotional history that would indicate she was in any way unstable.

Peggy also told me that she had experienced “poltergeist” activity in her home since the time of her sighting. She had seen the shadow of a man “materialize and then disappear” on several occasions and had also seen objects in the house moving, apparently by themselves. Her cat, she said, had taken to suddenly hissing and spitting, arching its back at NOTHING.

All during the time of our interviews Peggy begged me not to reveal her identity due to the fact that she held (and still holds) a responsible position with the U.S. Government. I assured her that it was our policy to guarantee anonymity to those who wished it.

In February of this year (1968) I received a call one evening from a 15-year-old boy who lived in the same area as Peggy. It seems that he and a friend had been packing snow on the riverbank to make a slide so their toboggan could zoom out on to the then frozen river. Darkness was approaching, and as the boys turned to go home they saw rising from behind some bushes on an island in the river, a glowing fireball (they described it as “about the size of a basketball”) which hovered for some moments before disappearing. One of the boys thought he could distinguish a white-suited “human” from behind one of the bushes. They ran home and told their parents, who in turn called local authorities and were referred to me.

The next morning, approximately 300 yards from where the fireball was sighted, a 16-year-old boy was found dead. His body was frozen deeply into the ice. Police expressed surprise at this due to the fact that the boy had not been dead for more than nine fours when he was found. He had talked to his girl friend a little past 11 o’clock the night before. When his grandparents, with whom he was staying, returned home around midnight, they had found a note: “Going for a walk. Be right back. Don’t worry.”

Police called it death “due to exposure,” but they were unable to explain why the boy’s tracks showed that he had apparently been running, then dragging one foot as if pulled from above. There were no other tracks. A zipper tag from his jacket was found approximately 25 feet from his body.

It was about 24 hours before we could go discreetly into the area to examine the tracks and take Geiger-counter readings. We noted the tracks coming down the bank on to the river (there had been some slushy snow about four days earlier), then running, dragging, to that grim melted circle on the ice. The Geiger-counter readings showed nothing but normal background radiation. The boys who found the body told me that in their opinion the dead youngster had a “real scared look on his face.” I was (and still am) convinced of a connection between the boy’s death and the UFO activity in the area. The coroner’s verdict was: “Death due to exposure”…cut and dried, just like that. I talked it over with my most trusted investigators and we decided to patrol the river bank each night and see if we could get any clues. After several nights of freezing toes and noses we had a sighting. An oval red-glowing object fluttered in silently over the island. It hovered, blinking on and off silently 5-4, 5-4, 5-4, 5-4. Impulsively I grabbed a big flashlight and signaled back 5-4, 5-4, 5-4, 5-4. In a moment it blinked back.

This interchange went on for several minutes and then the object began to come toward us. The hair began to rise on the back of my neck. Had I done a stupid thing? Were we in trouble? Just as we were about to duck back to our car a big jet came over and the UFO did an abrupt about face and sped toward the mountains on the other side of the river.

That night when my husband Peter and I returned home we found Jenny, our 15-year-old daughter, in a highly nervous state. She said that the phone had been ringing all evening. She would answer it and hear nothing at the other end but heavy breathing. When her boyfriend called they were interrupted several times by high-pitched beeping noises and were also cut off twice. The next day the calls continued. Sometimes there would be mechanical sounds, and others, the high-pitched whining, beeping sound that sent sharp pains through the mastoid bones. Our number is unlisted, so I knew that no one could have gotten it out of the phone book or through the operator. We had long since screened all calls through another number in order to avoid cranks. I called the telephone company and they gave our line a complete check with NO findings. The service man offered his personal opinion that the line “could have been tapped.” I had not made public any information at this time so no one except me and my team of investigators knew what our suspicions were. Several days after our telephone problems began, my husband, who is a building contractor, was in a large downtown Schenectady store inspecting some work and dropped into the snack bar for a cup of coffee. A few moments later after he seated himself, a tall, tan, “saturnine”-looking man, whom my husband had never seen before, sat down next to him and began discussing the case. He began with: “There have been people watching the sky every night down by the river in Scotia.” Since Peter was one of “those people,” he was shocked … but kept cool and said: “I beg your pardon?”

The man then proceeded to talk about UFOs. Peter tried to draw him out and asked his name, and so on. All his questions were either parried or avoided. My husband was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable when the stranger finally excused himself after noting: “People who look for UFOs should be very, very careful.”

There was also evidence at this time that Peggy’s phone had been tampered with. She observed two “light negroid types,” with completely expressionless faces, stringing “silver tape” on the wires near her home. Since they did not have an official Telephone Company car, Peggy called the police. The men left before the officers arrived and the only comment made by police was: “Oh, the silver tape again.” The phone problems continued spasmodically. However, another problem came up that was so bizarre that it all but obliterated the others from our minds. Suddenly we had a “poltergeist.” There were strange noises in our house. Our Siamese cat Kimmie was extremely jumpy, huffing up and spitting at “nothing.” Doors would open and close by themselves when there was not the slightest draught. One evening a pair of scissors and a brass candlestick “jumped” off a cabinet and crashed to the floor. My son’s telescope fell mysteriously. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it ceased.

During the weeks that followed our investigation, my husband and I and a member of our group were “tailed” by a light-blue Lincoln bearing West Virginia license plates. This car was also parked outside the home of one of our investigators one evening.

I have the feeling that perhaps we have come close to some very valuable information. Sightings still occur in the area where most of the activity has taken place. We are still keeping things under quiet surveillance. It will be interesting to see what develops. Whatever does, we are ready.

(Author’s note: The area where the sightings have been taking place is only a short distance from the spot where the famed “Ghost of the Mohawk” is said to appear. The legend stems from Indian days and many people have reported seeing the mysterious mist, which supposedly takes human shape, over the years.)

AP Editor’s Note: A significant footnote needs to be added to this feature. In chapter 7 of John Keel’s The Mothman Prophecies, he wrote:
“At my request, Peter Stevens made two sketches of the ‘saturnine’-looking man. They sent me one copy and kept the other. A few weeks later their home was broken into and thoroughly ransacked. But nothing was stolen … except their copy of the sketch.

“Two months later Peter Stevens, a young man in his thirties, died very suddenly. Anguished, Jen abandoned UFO research. I never learned the full circumstances of his death. She would tell me only that it was ‘related’ to the UFO business in some way.

“I have shown Peter Stevens’s drawing to numerous Men-in-Black witnesses over the years and the usual response is, ‘It looks close enough to be a brother.’”

Keel added: “No one ever tried to steal my copy. It was subsequently published in a special issue of Flying Saucer Review, June 1969.”


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