Season 06 Episode 2: Valleys of the Uncanny (Pt 2. of 2)

and save twenty percent with promo code Unexplained. Again, save twenty percent with promo code Unexplained at onmolecule dot com. You're listening to part two of Unexplained, Season six, Episode two, Valleys of the Uncanny. The rain hammered down on to the windscreen of Allan's patrol car as the wipers struggled to keep up. With one eye on the road ahead, he brushed away the condensation building up on the inside of the screen as one after another the street lights

passed by in soft orange bursts of refracted light. He had not been on duty long when the call came in from a resident of a local estate just off Burnley Road in the northwest of Todmidon, complaining about a small herd of cows running a muck in the area. Allan was just passing the railway station and Tomlin's coal yard, beyond where Zigmund Damski's body had been found five months ago when a second call came in. Another resident had

seen the cows too moving about the estate. So it was with some surprise when Alan arrived there around eleven p m to find the streets completely deserted. Confused, he made a few rounds of the interweaving colder sacks, but saw little save for the odd dog walker and the occasional flicker of movement in the light behind loosely drawn curtains. After completing another circuit, it slowly dawned on him that

he was most likely responding to some prank calls. Doing his best to see the funny side of it, Alan headed back to the station. He had not been there long when yet another call came in from the estate, again complaining about the cows, Only this time it was from an elderly resident who'd clearly been perturbed by what she'd seen. With nothing for it, Alan headed back out to the estate. It had just gone midnight when he pulled into the estate again to find the streets just

as empty as before. Shaking his head, he pulled up outside the caller's house and stepped out into the freezing night air. The elderly woman smiled as she opened the door and bade him into the house. Over a cup of tea, she explained that she'd been sleeping in her bedroom upstairs when she first heard the strange noises coming from outside. Peering out of her curtains, she was amazed to see five or six cows wandering aimlessly about the street.

After shuffling downstairs, she made the call to the police station and opened the curtains to describe what she could see. And that's when it happened, she said. When what happened, asked Alan, The woman hesitated for a moment, seeming a little unsure about what she was going to say. When I saw the light, she replied, I'm sorry, said Alan, as she went on to explain she was just looking out at the cows when a fierce, blinding light burst

out from nowhere and swept across the house. The next moment, everything had gone dark again, and the cows had completely vanished. Alan thought for a moment, perhaps it was just a car, he suggested, coming up over the rise towards the woman's home and had simply scared off the cows. Perhaps it had even been his car on one of his earlier trolls around the estate, which would explain why the cows were always gone by the time he got there, but

the woman wasn't sure. With little else to add, Alan thanked her for the tea and agreed to make one final sweep of the estate before heading back to the station, but yet again there was no sign of the cows. The rain had stopped by the time, and headed out for his final patrol round the town. After leaving the station with a colleague about five am, he jumped into

his car and headed straight for the town center. Traveling south down Burnie Road, he passed the staff bus for the local bus cruise heading the other way, giving the driver a wave as he went. After arriving in town a few minutes later, he asked a colleague who was out on foot patrol if they fancied joining him for one last look around, but they declined, leaving Alan to head back out on his own, Still determined to locate

the errant cows. He decided to make his way back up Burnie Road to see if he could find them. The bare skeleton lines of crooked black trees loomed over the empty streets as Alan made its way back toward the estate, the patrol car's headlights shimmering off the slick wet surface as it went. At five fifteen am, he approached the south end of Center Vale Park, a local beauty spot and popular sports hub, backed by a thin stretch of woodland opposite the turn off for the estate.

Alan flicked his right indicator light on and prepared to make the turn. Meanwhile, not two hundred meters away to the north, at roughly the same time, Leonard Smith, the caretaker at Fernie Lee Junior School, was making his way across the playground when he caught sight of something moving through the sky. It was hard to be sure in the dark, but it seemed to have risen straight up

from Burnie Road. Leonard watched as it zigzagged for a moment through the sky before eventually shooting off at incredible speed. About forty five minutes later, around six am, PC Malcolm Agley was just preparing to head home when he was startled by a car pulling up suddenly outside the police station. He watched with alarm as a pale and shocked looking Alan wound down the window and told him to get

in immediately. Malcolm was a little hesitant at first, seeing as he was about to finish his shift, but he couldn't resist the urgency in Alan's voice. Malcolm jumped in and demanded to know what was going on. Allan's story didn't disappoint Alan spoke as they headed northwest up Burnie Road,

his words tumbling out breathlessly one after the other. He explained about his plan to go and look for the cows, and was just about to turn off the road to head back to the estate when he was suddenly distracted by a large object that looked as though it had jack knife across the road a hundred yards ahead of him. Having assumed it was the staff bus he'd seen earlier, he quickly realized it couldn't have been, as he'd passed them by on a spot further up earlier in the night.

But more than that, this thing was about twice the size. After driving straight past the turn off, Allan had drawn closer to inspect the bizarre object or the while trying to comprehend exactly what it was he was looking at. As he got to within thirty feet of it, he realized with utter amusement that it was improbably hovering about five feet in the air above the road. At about twenty feet away. He stopped the car, unable to do

little more than stare in complete disbelief. It was matted black in color, like dull gun metal, and shaped like a huge diamond, with a single light shining out at the top of it. Across the upper section, he could just about discern a series of panels a little lighter in shade than the main body, which he took to be blacked out windows. He thought for a moment if it was a hot air balloon, then soon realized it

was clearly something far more solid. Movement on the road drew his eyes to a strange swirl of dead leaves and twigs that were dancing and circling about the object. The branches of the trees either side of it were swaying too. It was then that Alan realized the thing was spinning, drawing the autumnal detritus in with its movement. Without thinking Alan instinctively switched on the police lights, immediately bathing the craft in an eerie blue shade. Then grabbed

for the radio clipped to his chest. Alan pressed the button to talk, but the radio did not respond, throwing it down in frustration. He then tried to car's VHF radio, but it too was completely dead. Alan cursed his luck and looked about, not quite sure what to do next. Catching sight of his clipboard, he pulled it from the inside at the door and quickly began to sketch the

object then out of nowhere. He suddenly found himself staring straight ahead with his hands gripping the steering wheel as the car trickled slowly down the road in first gear. As Allan continued to explain to Malcolm. He then quickly slammed on the brakes and looked about for any sign of the object, but there was nothing but the empty road ahead and behind him. Completely bewildered as to what had just happened, Alan made a quick one eighty and headed back down the road, parking up just where he

thought he'd seen the strange craft. He stepped out onto the road and felt a strange static charge in the air as he made its way to the precise spot. He looked down in amazement at the tarmac. We're all about was still wet from the night's rain. Here the road was completely dry. Malcolm didn't know what to say as he scanned Alan's face for any signs of a joke, but saw none. Then Alan pointed up ahead and pulled the car over to the side of the road. There,

he said, that's where I saw it. Alan and Malcolm each grabbed a torch and stepped out of the car. All about was silent, save for the distant chirp of robins and the sound of the wind rattling the trees. As they made their way to the spot, Alan shone his torch into the road, spotlighting a large patch of it that was strangely dry, while surrounding it, as Malcolm noticed, was a peculiar circular pattern of leaves. Malcolm bent down and put his head and to the tarmac, his breath

clearly visible in the chill morning air. He stared up at Allan with a look of battlement on his face. It's warm, he said. Alan leant down to touch it

too well. R B, he said. Then Alan turned his attention to the entrance of Center Vale Park just a little further up the road, and wandered aloud if perhaps any early morning dog walkers were about that might have seen the strange object to the pair of them decided to take a look and quickly made their way across the small bridge, overrunning a gully between the park and the road, and then on toward the main gate. Finding it locked, they climbed over and carried on into the park,

flashing their torchlights as they went. After a few more steps, Alan noticed a number of large, dark shapes moving about on a distant playing field. Holding up his torch, he revealed right in front of them roughly half a dozen cows, the very ones Alan had been searching for or night. It took me a long time to realize that it isn't the bed or even the mattress necessarily that makes

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farmer from the opposite side of the valley. The man was at a complete loss to explain how they'd escaped. As for how they'd ended up in the park. Everyone was stumped. If they had been roaming about the estate that Allen visited earlier, unless they took an inordinately long way round, they would have had to have crossed the gully and got over the locked gate to get in.

Later that morning, relieved to be home, Alan removed his shoes at the door, then noticed the soul of his left shoe, of a relatively new pair of sturdy Doc Martins, was completely split from one side to the other. It was then he felt the itch on the inside of his left foot. He pulled down his sock and saw it was red and irritated. Thinking little of it, however, he applied some cream to soothe it, then went to bed,

yearning for sleep. By the following night, the story of Alan's apparent experience was all they could talk about at the station. With the jokes coming thick and fast. Alan did his best to laugh them off while continuing to wrestle with what an earth he'd seen, when suddenly he was given a message to report to the station. In expecting addressing down for concocting such a ludicrous story, he was surprised to find the inspector intrigued to know more

about what he'd seen. After Alan related his story once again, the inspector thought for a moment, then consulted a notebook on his desk. It was then that the inspector told Alan about what the three officers had seen the week before while outlooking for stolen motorbikes. Though the inspector wasn't quite sure what to make of it all, it had

evidently given him pause for thought. After thanking Alan for his time, he suggested he complete an incident report and submit it to the chief superintendent based in Halifax, and they would take it from there. As Alan would later claim, despite murmurings of UFOs and extraterrestrials, he refused to jump to any such conclusions. Later that night, Alan had back to the estate to figure out how the cows could possibly have ended up in the park over the road.

As he drove up into the estate, he caught sight of the elderly woman's house he visited the night before, realizing with the jolt that it wasn't even remotely in line with his headlights. Whatever the light was that she saw, it wasn't the headlights of a car. As Alan's story spread through the town. It wasn't long before he was contacted by the local paper with a request to interview him about his apparent sighting of what was now being

described as a UFO. After asking for permission to recount his story, it was eventually published on Friday fifth of December in the hebden Bridge Times under the headline may the Force be with you with all the inevitable mickey taking that came with it. A few months later, Allen was informed that he'd be leaving his post in Tobmidon to be placed instead in the nearby village of Wolston.

It was hard not to feel that this was in some way due to the embarrassment caused to the Force by the article, despite Allen's claims that he'd been granted permission to give the interview. All the while, that itchy mark on the inside of his left foot continued to irritate him. After eventually consulting a doctor about it, it

was diagnosed as a mild form of psoriasis. It was around this time that Allen was contacted by Detective Chief Inspector Norman Collinson from the Fraud Squad of the Greater Manchester Police as it happened. Collinson was also a member

of the Manchester UFO Research Association. Collinson and some of his colleagues at the UFO group were keen to interview Allen about his unusual experience, having been particularly enthused by his position as a well respected local police officer, Feeling he had nothing to lose and keen to find some answers himself, Alan agreed to it, As Collinson later explained, he too had once seen a UFO, as had Harry Harris, a local solicitor, who accompanied Collinson to Allan's house to

conduct the interview the following week. A few weeks later, Norman got back in touch with some intriguing news. After going over the interview again, he'd noticed some time discrepancies in Alan's recounting of the event. After taking it on himself to travel the exact same route that Allan took back on that bizarre night, he came to the startling conclusion that thirty minutes were missing between Alan seeing the

object and meeting Malcolm outside the police station. He wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but there was something he thought they could try if Allan was willing to see. If it might help him remember more about what actually happened that night. On Sunday, August second, nineteen eighty one, Allan found himself making his way to Manchester to the home of psychologist and hypnotherapist Professor Robert Blair. Norman and Harry, along with another colleague from their UFO group, were there

to greet him, looking forward to sitting in on the session. However, Professor Blair, who had not been informed why exactly Allan was coming, was adamant that Ony Allen be in the room. Disappointed, the men agreed to wait outside as Blair led Allan into his office and invited him to take a seat on the consultation bench. Allan sat down, then leant back on the bench, only for Professor Blair to tell him it wouldn't be necessary. Alan smiled a little embarrassed, then

sat back up, placing his hands on his lap. Then Professor Blair told him to close his eyes. The professor spoke in soft, simple words while Allan sat and listened, not quite sure what he was supposed to do. As all the while, Blair's voice got quieter and quieter, as if retreating to some distant place. When Allan suddenly felt a dull pain in his head. He opened his eyes and apologized to Blair for wasting his time. The professor smiled.

Alan had been under hypnosis for an hour. After the session, Alan watched as Norman and Harry listened eagerly to whatever Professor Blair was telling them. As it trans by it, Blair had been forced to cut the session short after Allan became suddenly distressed, and though he wouldn't divolve exactly what Alan had said, he was left with the overriding sense that, as Alan would later put it, something very

weird had happened to him. A second appointment was arranged with a separate hypnotherapist, this time a doctor Joseph Jaffee, to see if Alan's story would be consistent. On this occasion, Norman and Harry were allowed to film the session. With more sessions booked, Allan was kept in the dark about what exactly he'd said in the hope of keeping any outside influence to a minimum. Not long after the second session, however, it appeared that something had clearly been unlocked deep within

his mind. It began with headaches on the drive home, followed by a sudden bout of nausea. After being so overwhelmed with tiredness, Alan was to pull into a service station and sleep it off before finally making it back to his house. Things only got worse as a wave of nausea washed over him the moment he got through the door. After just about making it to the bathroom to vomit, he was finally able to clamber into bed,

and that was when the nightmares came. It started with an undulating, ominous drone rising and falling in pitch, followed by the emergence of a distorted ghostly image a strange, wiry figure no more than three feet tall with a large, bulbous head and enormous black, elliptical eyes. It leered over Allan, drawing its face closer and closer to his, coming more and more into focus, until Allan woke up with a start.

After a few more recorded sessions, each followed by bouts of nausea and nightmares, Allan was finally invited to watch them back. It was some time in late September that he was invited over to Harry Harris's home, where he was joined by Norman and a number of other Manchester Euphora affiliates. After exchanging a few pleasant trees and some cups of tea. The group moved into the living room and took their places in front of the TV as

Harry set about lining up the tape. After warning Allan to steal himself for what he was about to see, Harry switched off the lights, then turned to the video player and pressed play. A large close up of Alan's face flickered on to the screen, his brow furrowed and his eyelids lightly shut. In the background, the quiet rhythmic beap of a heart monitor could be heard. Allan watched, a little self conscious to see himself in such a way as on screen, he began recounting the story of

that peculiar night. All of it he had knowingly said himself a million times before, right up until the moment the story changed. Although Allan had no memory of stepping out of his car, according to the story he was now telling on screen, that is exactly what he did. Allan looked on speechless as his hypnotized self elaborated further. After stepping out of the car, he was apparently approaching the craft when a blinding light flashed out at him.

Allan watched aghast as on screen, he threw up his arms as if he were right back in the moment, shielding his eyes from the light. Then the beap of the heart monitor began to speed up. Doctor Jaffy asked if they should stop, but Allan, with the eyelids still closed, continued. Next, there was a tremendous whoosh, he said, after which he found himself floating inside the object. They're horrible, he continued, small, three to four feet, like five year old lads. There

are eight of them. He's touching me. He's feeling at my clothes. They have hands and heads like a lamp. They keep touching me. Joseph, I know him as Joseph. He has told me not to be frightened. They are robots. They're not human. They're robots. They are Joseph's robots. It seemed they were experimenting on him, he said, or running some kind of test. Then one of the entities placed a bracelet on his right wrist and left foot, as Alan later noted where that strange mark had apparently appeared

on his foot on screen. Alan cried out in pain, evidently stressed by the memory of it all, and doctor Jaffee brought the session to a close. Then Harry stopped the tape and flicked on the lights to reveal a pale faced Alan, still staring at the screen. As Harry explained, it was the same in all the sessions, the story not deviating wants in any way. It has been many years since those strange events that occurred in Tobmerdon and the surrounding valleys back in nineteen eighty, yet despite the

passing of time, Alan's story has never wavered. In twenty seventeen, Alan published a full account of the events in his book Who or What Were They, which is available to buy online. As he writes, having resisted the UFO anger at first, he eventually began delving into abduction stories such as those of and Barney Hill to see if he

might find any parallels with his own experience. Having never himself claimed he was abducted, to day, he mostly wonders if it had all just been a figment of his imagination.

In subsequent years, while some have claimed that Sigmund Adamski may well have been the victim of an alien abduction, a little more light was shed on his mysterious death after an anonymous caller spoke to a staff member of a UFO magazine, claiming that someone linked to A Damski's family had abducted him and kept him prisoner in a garden shed. When Sigmund tried to escape, as the man claimed, he was burned by battery acid, which explained the unusual

marks on his head. As for how he died exactly, the caller couldn't say the man who hurt him. The caller alleged might have had something to do with the Damski's goddaughter, who was due to be married the day after he disappeared. Others have said that the estranged husband of a woman who was staying with the Adamskis at the time main fact have had something to do with it, possibly being the same man the mystery caller was alluding to.

It was also claimed that Adamski was undergoing a series of moxy bustion treatments at the time, which involved igniting cotton wool balls soaked in alcohol and then cupping the skin over them, which if true, may also have accounted

for the peculiar marks. In twenty o three, James Turnbull, the coroner who conducted the inquest into Adamski's death, revealed to the BBC that it was the biggest mystery in all his career, stating that the question of where he was before he died and what led to his death just could not be answered, believing also as he said that the failure of the forensic scientists to identify the corrosive substance which caused mister Adamski's burns could lend some

wait to the UFO theory. In twenty eight, retired police officer John Hanson and UFO researcher David Sankey made a request for the original coroner's file from Adamski's inquest, but were refused access to it on account of not being interested parties, whatever that means. As such, Sigmund Yan Adamski's death is a mystery that remains to this day unexplained. If you enjoy Unexplained and would like to help supporters, you can now do so via Patreon. To receive access

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