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Glasgow Contact Case Part 1 – Greys, Nordic, Abduction, Missing Time, UFO Sightings, Impla

Birmingham UFO Group Case Report

Author: Dave Hodrien

Release Date: 17/12/2019


In early October 2019 a 58 year old Scottish man named Rob got in touch with me via telephone to discuss a number of fascinating, and in some cases frightening, UFO and contact related experiences which had happened throughout his life. Unlike many cases, most of these incidents involved multiple witnesses. This report covers these experiences in depth and features many photographs and drawings from Rob, as well as testimonial statements from some of the other people involved.

Vision in the Wall

Rob’s first unusual experience happed in late July of 1965. Usually I would have to query the witness to find out the details of what happened to them. However many years later Rob actually wrote down this and some of his other experiences in a diary. Below is his recollection of what took place.

“One sunny summer morning shortly after my fifth birthday I was awake in bed nearest to the wall behind my brother. There were no curtains on the large bay windows and from where I was lying I could see into Govan dockyard, but all I could see was the tops of the many cranes that were there, they were busy moving to and fro, lifting this and that from the ships in dock like giant metal fingers moving around. I was just staring, day dreaming, but my mind was really on other things. Dad was on his way and Mick and I would be tucking into something special when we eventually got out of bed, but not before mum or dad, there were rules.

Dad was home, it was just after seven in the morning and I knew better than to get out of bed, so I just stared out the window hoping that the time would pass quickly. Mick was fast asleep, and the house was still, very little traffic no real distractions or noise to speak of.

With my back to the wall I was suddenly aware of a coldness, a chill if you like. I wrapped the blankets round me tighter but then I realized that I could see my own breath. I was puzzled for a moment but soon realized that this is happening. I turned round and what was once a recess wall with white wood chip wallpaper was now a complete image of a back lane with cobble stones and brick bin sheds on either side the full length of the lane. What five year olds imagination could ever have stretched as far as to conjure up such an image, not even in a dream? But there it was, as large as life, like a giant wall poster that could only be fit for a wall in Hell.

The lane was about half the length of a football pitch and at the out her end of the lane I could see there was a figure standing with their head bowed down hiding their face. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I froze on the spot. What was this, who was that standing at the other end of the lane? My curiosity was about to become a terrible reality.

Suddenly the figure started to move down the lane, slowly at first, at walking pace with its head still bowed, then it quickened until it was almost at a running pace. It started to lift its head as it got closer and closer, now I could see it.

Its head was elongated and misshaped, almost horse like with large dark eye sockets and sunken eyes. As it got closer I can see its eyes and with its brows turned down with an evil menacing look about it. Suddenly it was there, it was as if a hole had just opened up on the far side of the wall. Its long gnarly fingers were ripping at the wall creating a bigger and bigger hole until its head was completely though it, and now it was staring straight at me with its mouth open and a long slithering tongue lashing about. I didn’t hesitate, I catapulted myself over Mick not even taking the time to wake him. I ran like the wind in to my mum and dads room, in one movement I had grabbed the bottom of the bed clothes, lifted them over my head and shot under the blankets without stopping. I was moving that fast, what a fright they must have got but nothing compared to what had just happened to me. My dad throw his hand round to stop me from ending up at the back of the head board.

I started screaming my head off. ‘The man, the man is in the wall, there’s a bad man in the wall!’ It probably took them about ten minutes to settle me down to a point where they could start asking me what was wrong. I repeated everything I had seen, they were not convinced and they put it down to a bad dream. Dad decided it was time to get me back into my bed. He woke Mick and said to go to the back of the bed and let me go to the front. Mick, under protest, complied and dad reassured me that it was just a bad dream and no monsters where in the wall, he returned to his room.

Minutes past, then suddenly I could hear a raspy breathing sound. I was hoping that it was Mick but I could see my breath again. I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up over my head but curiosity was getting the better of me. Was I imagining things? Was this just a bad dream? Why the fuck did I do it? I turned round and there it was, lunging strait out of the wall at me with its tongue waving about! It was the most hideous thing to look at, I was off like a shot again but this time a got hold of Micks top and screamed at him to get up and run. To be honest I don’t know if he followed me or not.

A few years ago I joined an online paranormal group, I posted a blog with the information about the thing in the wall and I got a message back. The nearest description I could give was the teacher from the Pink Floyd music video 'Another Brick In The Wall', the head shape is almost the same with the eyes set as far back.

What five year old wouldn’t be scared of an image like this?”

According to Rob the paranormal group he contacted informed him that the creature he had seen was a demon which was known to stalk children and caused activity similar to a poltergeist. However I can’t help but wonder if this terrifying incident was in fact an early visitation. Some of the aspects of the being Rob describes, such as the elongated face and dark eyes are reminiscent of a Grey.

Greys have often been reported to appear from and step through bedroom walls, maybe some kind of portal to another location had opened and the being used this to arrive in Rob and Mick’s room. Also screen memories, where ETs mask their true appearance, are especially common in childhood, and it is possible that Rob interpreted the being as a monster and so this is what he saw. This is merely speculation due to the fact that later on Rob had other experiences clearly linked with contact, as you will see.


The being coming through the wall wasn’t the only unusual thing which occurred at the house. In Rob’s notes he eludes to the fact that there were numerous incidents of a paranormal nature. While these incidents are unlikely to be directly related to his contact experiences as they often involved other people, they are worth including.

“It wasn’t easy for mum and dad to find accommodation, but there was plenty of room in that house. Even though it was a loft apartment everyone had a bed. My nana had her own room which was closer to the living room, mum and dad where in the room across from us. They were quite generous rooms, the one Mick and I had my uncle Jim slept in for many years until he met my aunt and moved out. It had been empty for some time but mum and dad had fixed it up as well as they could until hopefully something else would come along come along.

There were strange things going on that Mick and I never knew about, but every now and then we would hear bits of information as we sat around the kitchen table which was the place everyone would gather, the heart of the house. We were hardly ever in the living room. I remember my aunt talking about the Polaroid photo that she had taken of my uncle on his birthday with his brothers at the bottom of the hall at the front door. Once the photo had developed, directly behind the 4 of them was a figure of an old woman with a crouched shawl over her head. She was looking over her right shoulder holding the shawl over the right side of her face peering out straight at the camera lens. It was unmistakeable, she didn’t belong there. No one had any idea who she was. As I got older, 18/19, I got to see that photo.

The hallway was always poorly lit any time of the day or night, and you would find yourself running along the hall as fast as you could to the kitchen door. What a relief when the door opened and you were in the light and you could see a friendly face again! I remember almost squatting and putting my head down as I entered the ten foot high dark green front door of the house. I would run like the wind along the hall to the kitchen before I felt as if someone was brushing over my hair with their hand, it was a very strange sensation.

Mick and I were in bed. There were still things that belonged to Jim in the room, mostly musical instruments, TV parts and an old wooden organ that you would have to pump air into with the foot pedals at the base. It sat in the alcove where part of the slate roof started sloping at the windows. Jim being a bit of an engineer got it from an old woman for repairing her black and white TV with every intention of fixing it but he never got round to it.

It was late and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I could hear Mick screaming his head off! I sat up and looked at him. He was sitting up in bed and looking into the recess of the alcove. I could tell that he was scared with tears running down his face. I asked him several times what was wrong but he never answered. My mum and dad where on their way, I could hear them stirring. Mick became quiet. Dad was trying to open the door but was unable. Mick started to move his head from right to left towards the bedroom door as if he was following something moving in the room. Then he looked up as if someone was standing right next to him. Dad was still trying to get into the room. Mick started to lift up his hand and opened his fist like he was receiving something from someone. Then the door opened and dad was in.

Dad asked him what was wrong. ‘The bad man’ he said. ‘What bad man?’ my dad asked. ‘The bad man that was sitting on top of the organ.’ Apparently he was sitting on top of the organ with his legs crossed and he had the classic devilish red eyes. ‘There’s no one there’ said dad. ‘I know, it's ok the lady chased him away’ Mick said. ‘What lady?’ asked dad. ‘What did she look like?’ Mick replied ‘She was lovely. She had a blue top on with a white scarf over her head, like the lady in Nanas pictures. She gave me something.’ ‘What did she give you?’ asked mum. Mick started to open his fist but there was nothing there. A look of disappointment came over his face, but the person he was describing my mum and dad believed was the Virgin Mary.

The priest was called, he came to the house and blessed it, but it never made things any better. Could it get any worse?

My mum was heavily pregnant with my sister, she had been preparing the evening meal with my aunt. As she bent down to place something in to the oven suddenly she felt someone, something trying to push her down and into the oven. She turned to my aunt at the table with a look of total shock, and next to my aunt a chair roses up as if it was stuck to the wall and hung there for a moment till it hit the floor.

It was obvious that things where not getting any better, in fact it was quite the opposite, things had gone to another level! The priest was called again, but it was all they could do just to keep their wits about them and not crumble.”

Nordic Visitation

After all the paranormal activity at their home Rob’s parents decided they needed to move out. However the council would not allocate them a home straight away, so his mother’s parents offered to let them temporarily stay at their house on Alderman Road in the outskirts of Glasgow.

Soon after moving in Rob’s parents purchased a bunk bed for him and his brother to sleep on. It was set up in the living room as this was the only space available for it. Mick being the eldest got the top bunk. Rob really wanted to try the top bunk so persistently moaned until his mother gave in and let him sleep on the top bunk for one night. It was during this night that Rob had another fascinating experience. As before, he wrote down the details of this incident.

“It was getting dark and my grandparents had already retired for the night. Mum and dad set about getting James settled down for the night in the box room. Mick and I were in bed and the living room was in darkness except for the light coming from under the box room door.

I had just dropped off to sleep or so I thought. The time I was unaware of but I could suddenly feel a presence above me to my right hand side. Then it happened. I felt someone kiss me on the lips softly. I opened my eye half expecting to see my mum standing over me, but instead there was a strange but really lovely looking woman leaning over me. I know it’s hard to believe almost incredible. I think about it still. Who was she? Why was she there?

She really was quite beautiful with long blond hair and ruby red lips and eyes that looked like they were glowing with an intense shade of blue. She was smiling, and it was as if she was glowing. It took a second or two for me to realise that it wasn't my mum and I knew that my aunts had gone home. I started to scream at the top of my lungs with fright. I can still hear the sound I made.

In a flash she had moved towards the kitchen door that was adjacent to the box room, and it was as if she just disappeared in a cloud as she turned right at the kitchen door. Mum and dad arrived late obviously. They got me out of bed and asked me to describe the woman and asked me if she said anything. She hadn’t.”

Some of the aspects of this experience point towards it being a visitation by a Nordic being. These are usually reported as looking quite humanoid, having blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Also I have investigated other cases where these beings have been seen to glow, just as Rob reports here. Many experiencers feel positive about encounters with these beings, and often sense that they are cared for by them or even protected from harm. If this was indeed a Nordic rather than a ghostly apparition of some kind, maybe this kiss was symbolic of this, and she wanted to let Rob know that she was there to look after him.

Dual Abduction

On Saturday 25th November 1971 Rob had an experience which has clear links with ET contact, an incident involving both a UFO and the apparent abduction of himself and Mick. He has documented this incredible incident in detail.

“My cousin Jean was recruited to baby sit while my mum and dad went to my aunt and uncle’s wedding anniversary in Grangemouth. Jean was going on fourteen, my brother Mick had just turned twelve in September, I was ten.

At school we would chat about the things we were watching on television, mostly cartoons or the odd scary movie, but one program in particular stood out, The Untouchables, a new US hit crime series, everyone was talking about it.

The program in question was scheduled to start at 7pm that night. On the way out my father reminded Jean that I was to be in my bed for 7.30pm. Well at least i was going to get to see this amazing American Gangster show, something to talk about on Monday at school! At 6.30pm there was an announcement. ‘Due to unforeseen time delays in our scheduled programs the Untouchables will now be shown 30 minutes later than billed.’

This meant I’d be in bed when the program started. Well that was not going to work. I was going to watch the show and that’s that! But Mick made it quite plain that bed time was a lot closer than I thought and I wasn’t going to be watching the telly. Bang on 7.30pm Mick was out of his chair and trying to push me out of the living room. I had a firm grip on the door, using my foot as a door stop, it seemed as if I was winning for a moment but it wasn’t going to last long. The door was about to shut on me, the program was starting and I was still trying to look around the door to see what it was all about.

Suddenly the room lit up. There was a bright light coming from outside in the street. The living room lit up like day light...much brighter than the street lights or car lights and it was still getting brighter! Jean let out a scream and shouted ‘Don’t go to the window, stay away from the window!’ But that never stopped me. Mick was in a trance so I pushed the door open wide and stepped back into the living room. The light got brighter and things started to disappear in the room, you couldn’t see the light from the bulb in the standing lamp next to the fireplac