Peter Good Old Denaby 1968

It was in the village of old denaby [south Yorkshire ]

 that a small boy named Peter Good lived out his child hood. This was for the most part a happy time for Peter with hot long summer days spent playing with friends that would form memories for the rest of his life. Except for the nights. This is where many of peters memories still linger to this day. Peter tells me of many sleepless nights where voices spoke to him in strange tongues. He says it was as if the voice or voices were so close that they were sat on his shoulder. Peter now in his 40s can still recall the nights of fear as though they were only yesterday.

  He tells me of screaming so loud yet not being able to force out any sound from his mouth. Some times the voices would be in a slow motion that drowned on totally ignoring his tears. To peter this experience was very very real. He struggles to understand why he can still recall these memories so vividly, if as some would suggest. They were only bad dreams and a product of an over active imagination why does he still believe they were real..

   He also has memories of waking in the very early hours and seeing a small almost transparent being sat watching him. The closest he could get to describe the being is that he was the colour of frost upon a window pane. And for some reason he felt it was a [He] He says it would sometimes be sat on his pillow, sometimes beside the bed or on top of his small wardrobe. Peter experienced no fear when he woke and saw the little frosty coloured being watching him in the night. He says he dose not recall it having any clothes as such and he thinks it had a small slit opening where the mouth was. Its eyes were dark but not large, almost Chinese in shape. But it did seem to be swirling with a sparkling energy. Like the voices Peter has no idea who or what the sparking being meant. Even his closest friends no nothing of these childhood encounters and to the world at large peter is a very well adjusted man with his own busy company and a wife and children.

  So what place would these memories and experiences have in the life of Peter Good today if they were not very real. He tells me there is not one day that passes that he dose not think of these things in some way. Although he feels no urge to share these thoughts with any one else. Not even his wife.

    So if peter is lying...Then for what reason.

    If he is saying this for attention....Why only tell a few people.

    What would he have to gain from this?  Nothing is my guess.

    This web site tells a little of his story but gives nothing more.

     The question is. Did Peter Good have a life changing experience as a small boy in the south Yorkshire

village of Old Denaby

?

Updated 27/3/206

   Peter has now told me more, he says that some times he would awake with a feeling of being in a state of what he calls super awareness. As if he was floating and that his entire being was in a dream like state, yet he says he was not dreaming. He talks of seeing huge eyes looking at him whilst in this state. Eyes that were so big that all he could see was an eye. I don't ask you to make sense of this, just contemplate for a few moments the idea that Peters experience could have been very real.

I think he did 21/10/05

The first Sighting

  My first UFO sighting was around the age of  7 or 8. I can see the object now in my mind. Me and my father were looking over the fields towards Mexborough. It was night time and all the lights were glowing in the town about 3 miles away from where me and dad sat in my bedroom. Further away than that is a place called West Melton. It is on high ground and in the moon light you can see the out line of all the trees on the edge of Melton wood. I remember dad pointing out to me this large white round ball of light about the same height as the tree line. He had no idea what it was and it was moving ever so slowly over the tree tops. From what I can remember it was very big, I thought it was the moon. Dad said the only thing he could think it may have been, was a weather balloon but it was self illuminating and glowing like a huge pearl. It continued to move slowly through the sky eventually reaching Mexborough; it was very bright and to my eyes did look like the full moon rolling over the roof tops. Please be aware that no buildings were situated behind the town and we were looking at an object that was in the sky.  Me and dad watched it travel the full length of the town and gradually fade away. The whole sighting lasted well over 30 mins coving a distance of over 5 miles in that time. It could well have been a weather balloon and at 8 years old I was in no position to say other wise.

 Sacha Christie 

I've always had an interest in ufos, I don't ever remember a time when I didn't, even when I saw one when I was 12 bringing the washing in with my mum I just accepted it. The first one I saw was a light very high in the sky zipping around at incredible speeds and changing direction in an instant, it flew the way a fly flies. I started to read Eric von Danikens books when I was 14 ish and was fascinated by them, my mum had all of the books he'd written and I read them all one after the other. As I grew up I was always looking at the sky and bought ufo magazine from being around 19. my friends and I would talk about them and once chased Venus for 20 miles in my car all the way to Menwith hill!!! We'd often go there and sit and look at the stars hoping to see something and one night we spent three hours getting incredibly excited over someones security light on a hill in the distance! Never in a million years would I have imagined that one day I would get to witness something so incredible that it would change my life forever.

It was October the 4th 1996. My partner (at the time) Steve, myself and my son had arranged to go to Wales for the weekend. We'd hired a cottage in Glyn Ciriog and invited His sister Danya and her son Joseph and their uncle John along too. Most mundane details have gone from my mind now, the journey there and the daytime on Friday. I can remember walking to the shop with the kids and Steve and Danya and not feeling too good. I was edgy and irritated by Danya from some reason I have forgotten now.

My next memory is it's nighttime, well it's dark, it could have been anytime really but we were all in the garden sorting wood out for the fire. I can remember this because we had a particularly large part of a tree we were jumping on to try and snap it but all that happened is we bounced off it, it was funny and we made a game out of it for a while.We must have had some food by this time and I remember going upstairs to unpack my things, I was in the bedroom with my bag on the bed when Steve started shouting me. It sounded urgent and the kids were screaming and so I thought something was wrong and ran downstairs. I found Joseph and my son Louis just playing about, relieved I turned to Steve and asked what was wrong.

He ushered me outside to a wall on our right and pointed out into the sky and said "look at that". I looked, all I could see for miles was thick dark cloud, he kept insisting and eventually I saw a tiny flicker of light. I said "It's lightning" he replied "no it's not keep watching" as I looked on it happened again, then again and again. It was just a little flicker in the clouds which repeated itself over and over. By now it was obvious that it had a uniformed pattern to the way it was lighting up. We called everyone else out after a little while and we stood and watched.

I've no idea how long we were there until it stated to get bigger and we realized it was coming our way. It didn't just zoom over to us in a straight line, it kind of zigzagged, like it was following the contours of a valley or river maybe. But sure enough it moved to us at a steady pace. By this time we were all excited, I'm not sure what the children thought was going on. Eventually it was above the field directly in front of the house and we'd moved up the garden by now. It was a spectacular sight. We couldn't see the actual craft because it was in the clouds but I remember thinking how low they were. This object was only a couple of hundred feet at most above us. It had a large round central light which was blue ish white and had lines of light that were rotating coming from the middle to the outer edge which also was lit but they were rotating in opposite directions. It looked like the underneath of a mushroom but through the clouds the lights were rippling and gave it the effect of being almost like a jelly fish. The lights in the cloud made them look like mashed potato, highlighting the different densities of the clouds. I seem to remember noticing a red light above the white lights but I'm not 100% sure on that point now.

I can remember us all stood as a group in front of a small hedge that bordered the field that was in front of the house, to our left was a small wall and behind us there was a patch of ground with a chain linked fence bordering the property, behind the chain linked fence was a small copse of trees. As we stood there watching the craft moved over and was hanging directly above us. Steve had gone into the house to ring our housemates Mark and John to tell them but there was no one in so he left a message on the answer phone and came back out. While Steve was on the phone I'd noticed that the sheep in the field in front of us were all lying down and were quiet. I don't remember hearing any external noises at all. Not even a hum from the craft above us.... just silence apart from our excited chatter.

As we stood there something made me turn and look behind me. Behind the chain linked fence there was another object, it was maybe 25 feet high and was a sphere. It was shrouded in a swirling mist and pulsed a grey ish white light... on... off every other second or so. I turned to everyone and said "ooh look there's another one" and everyone turned around, looked at it and said "Oh yeah" with mild interest then promptly started looking straight back up at the one above us. It was gone from our minds instantly. At no point did anyone think "Oh shit! they've landed"!!!

I can remember standing with the hedge in front of me and my son to my right, we'd tried to tell the kids that there was nothing to worry about, the lights were from a tractor and were reflecting off the bottom of the clouds. This might have worked for a while.. but not for long. My son suddenly started tugging on my clothes and I looked at him, he was terrified. He said with his little ashen face and really wide eyes "Mummy, mummy, a hand came through the hedge and touched my foot. It was not my imagination... I saw it with my eyes"! Still nothing registered. I turned to Steve and said, "come on, lets get them in they're getting scared" So off we trotted back to the house to get them inside.

As soon as we walked through that door everyone just went straight back to being normal... Danya and John went in the living room to watch TV... and Steve started doing the dishes and the kids started playing. I was stood there agog! You'd think we'd just been watching fireworks and the display was over! I said to Steve "I'm going back out" and off I marched right to the bottom of the garden and stood right underneath it. Now you would think that the fact that there was a craft on the ground and a hand coming through the hedge would have registered in my head... but it did not. I still can't get my head around that.

So there I am on my own a good hundred yards from the house standing by myself underneath a craft that must have been 60 feet across completely oblivious to the one on the ground behind me, stood in front of the same hedge that a hand had poked through to touch my sons foot. I can remember thinking "Ok.. now what"? I was awestruck and was full of wonder and amazement. Suddenly I heard something running towards me from my right, the sound was of two feet running quickly... it sounded like when a child runs across their bedroom quickly to grab something after bed time.... whatever it was bumped into me, brushed across my back as it went dragging my jumper with it. I didn't look, I didn't think, I just ran for my life in absolute terror. I can only remember taking three steps and leaping from the raised bit of the garden onto the patio in front of the kitchen door but realistically that would not be possible as I was so far away. I think it's quite safe to say that was blind panic. I shot into the kitchen shivering and shaking and trying to tell Steve without letting the kids hear. He just turned to look at the clock on the cooker and said "Well you haven't been out there long so you haven't had any missing time" like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was a mess. I made him shut the doors and lock them, close the curtains.. all that last defence stuff even though I knew that didn't make any difference!!! I can remember sitting in the middle of the bed shaking, not daring to even put my feet on the floor in case something was under the bed, I wouldn't even go to the toilet on my own.I can remember putting the kids to bed and hiding out in the bedroom, I left the door open so I could see the hallway and my sons bedroom door. Steve looked out of the bedroom window once and he didn't say it had gone which he would have if it had, he didn't say anything, he just closed the curtain again. Then we went to bed and went to sleep.

The next day was dreadful. Everyone was arguing, Danya was screaming at me in the kitchen while I was making some sandwiches, I turned and told her to shut her mouth or else... so she went outside and continued to carry on hysterically at me through the window. John was being foul too. We were all in a state. John and Danya went out in the car with the two boys and me and Steve went for a walk.

We walked into the village and saw someone stood outside the pub so we tentatively asked him if anyone ever saw lights in the sky in the area. He just laughed and said "if you want magic mushrooms they grow in that field over there". We didn't bother asking anyone else. We walked towards a hill we could see in the distance with a solitary gnarly looking tree on it. When we got to the top and looked around there was nothing to see for miles. We were hoping to see a town or anything at all because we thought 2well, maybe it was lasers from the roof of a nightclub or something" hahaha! Bloody good lasers if they were. As we stood there I felt something on my leg so I looked to see a massive ginger tom cat rubbing itself on me and purring it's head off! We were in the middle of nowhere! where the hell had the cat come from???? After realizing there was nothing to see we headed back to the house and got out maps. The nearest town was Wrexham and that was 16 miles away!

John and Danya came back and the day grew worse, Steve ended up ringing to book tickets for the coach home, the thought of being in a car with those two was too much to bear. He booked the tickets and a taxi for 4.30 am and we sneaked off and left them there on their own. They'd been so horrible we didn't care, we didn't even leave a note.

In hindsight I can see that this was their reaction to what had happened, but what I couldn't understand was why it was directed at me. My reaction to it was strong. I was terrified all the time. If I wanted to walk into a room and the door was shut I'd bang the door wide open fast so that if anything was hiding behind it I'd knock it senseless. I can also remember running up stairs and realizing the light wasn't on and running back down to switch it on before going back up there again. I couldn't sleep with the light off for years after this.Steve and I split up after a while, I'd turned into a nervous wreck. I got my own house with my son and started to build a new life. The only problem was, was that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Some day's i'd think about it all day. Then because I was living on my own I daren't go to bed. I had a small window above the door in my front room and I'd sit looking out of it for hours looking for them... I don't know where I went in my head... I just used to sit and stare. Eventually I started to take amphetamines to stay awake all night and would still just look and stare. When my son was with his dad I was out partying all the time, anything to make myself feel good, and not be at home on my own. I took it to the extreme though, lost lots of weight, wouldn't eat... I think deep down I was trying to make myself disappear. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, every single day I saw those lights and heard those footsteps. It's safe to say I lost the plot and nearly lost my son. Things got so bad I eventually decided I couldn't cope anymore and my son would be better off with his dad anyway and I took a lot of pills and hoped I'd die. I'd pretty much been hoping I wouldn't wake up every Monday after a heavy weekend. Thankfully I did wake up, I made some new friends but was still a mess. One day I found out I was pregnant with my oldest daughter. That was what saved me. I sorted myself out and made a nice home, she was what i needed to keep me from continuing in this death slide on self destruct. My nights were taken up looking after her and I hardly thought about the ufos for a while.

I first talked about this in 2005 on the 25th June..... That was the biggest thing for me. Talking to other people about it and them taking me seriously. Even though this event terrified me and forced a massive paradigm shift onto me, I would not go back in time and change a thing. Actually maybe I would, maybe I'd stand my ground and look around to see what it was that touched me. Maybe I missed an opportunity for contact? But then looking back on my life there are many strange memories that I have that seem to make sense to me now. I have a feeling this was not the first time this sort of thing had happened and maybe that's why I wasn't afraid to go back out on my own? Somehow though I think that our behaviour that night was modified. Not manipulated but just to the point where we weren't afraid. How come we all forgot about the smaller craft on the ground? why didn't the fact that my son saw a hand come through the hedge register as it should have? He told me recently that at first he thought it was part of the hedge moving because it looked like twigs but then as it came forward he saw it was a hand. He suffered terrible panic attacks as a child after this and when I tried to hold him he would say "get off me your fingers are like twigs" and once he scrabbled around on the floor in a panic saying to me " I want my mum, where's my mum, can we go home now, I want to go home" He slept with me a lot because he heard strange noises in his head and felt like he was falling backwards through his bed and if he did he would die. I've had this myself and it's hypnagogia which seems to be a very common thing for experiencers. Even though I have looked into the reasons why people suffer from it, there are no conclusions to be found. I even consulted Dr Simon Sherwood who sent me through the study he had done, he found no real and solid conclusions for why it happens or what it is.

link'UFO flew over my home' 

As is the norm with MSM closed minded experts put forward opinions only on what they understand, often dismissing eye witness testimony because it dose not sit within the parameter of current scientific thinking .

    I find it very interesting that mrs Grace Robinson of Little Eversden has not had her ufo sighting taken more seriously.  She was contacted be a few interested parties in the area after her sighting. But after a few hours of conversation with mrs robinson myself, i feel none of them has listened to her and fully taken in the account of what she saw. No1 She was told that the object she saw was most likely a chines style lantern. How can the person who came to this conclusion say this? Did he not listen to a word she said? The object started very very high in the sky, it is my understanding that these objects begin at ground level and rise. Not the other way around. She went on to tell me that the object resembled a struck match high in the sky then out of that fire a white light emerged.… She says it slowly got closer and closer, finally passing right over her bungalow. At a far lower altitude than when she first saw it. It is also clear that Brian Lister chairman of the Cambridge Astronomical Association has already made up his mind as to what mrs robinson saw that night.  Dose an iridium flare look like the size of a rugby ball at arms length.  NO.  I am very interested to here more about his earth lights explanation also. And i would love to hear more about the earth quake in the north sea that night? She was also told on no account to say this was a ufo. Why? Maybe some of these experts should take time to listen to what the actual witness saw before making up explanations to fit there own mind set. To quote. It was like a match was struck very very high in the sky, it was a circle of fire with white light inside it. From out of the fire came the most brilliant white light i had eve seem. I watched it grow and grow in size. Slowly getting closer and lower until it passed right over my bungalow. It was huge, the size of a rugby ball at arms length. It was silent.  Let me assure you that i have not pushed for any of this information and that this is mrs Robinsons own account. I am not looking for an out of this world explanation. I would though expect the experts who commented on this sighting to listen to what she said before delivering opinions. One only has to look at the amount of ufo sightings occurring around the world at the moment. The sheer volume must suggest that something out of the ordinary is happening. Regardless of weather a person believes in explanations outside of our science and understanding or not. These objects cannot always be brushed to one side with mundane explanations. Conclusions should be made on the evidence and accounts presented. I can offer no explanation as to what Mrs Robinson saw but do think from what i have been told that it could not have been any of the theories put forwards by the experts.