Time to Time: Ashton Ford, Psychic Detective (Ashton Ford Series) by Don Pendleton
Authors: Don Pendleton
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(Ronald Reagan's ex-home). There
appeared to be about a fifty-foot ceiling over this particular area, with
occasional drifting patches right down on the deck. I had to work the wipers
occasionally to keep the windshield clear.
I
had been there for nearly half an hour, parked about a hundred feet off the
property, when I noticed a peculiar shift in the layer directly above the Laker
house. An irregular-shaped piece broke out of the base of the clouds and gently
settled toward the house. It came to rest no more than ten feet above the roof,
sort of flattened out on the bottom and top, and quietly spread itself over the
entire house. It looked like fog to me but I had never seen anything like that
kind of formation with any fog I'd ever seen. Living at Malibu, I see a lot.
After
a minute or so, the bottom edge began unraveling into long streamers that
totally engulfed the house in a matter of seconds. I sat stupidly watching, and
wondering what kind of environmental forces would make a pocket of fog act like
that. I kept expecting it to dissipate but it did not dissipate, so after
another minute or two I ventured from the car and went down for a closer look.
I
have been into some pretty heavy paranormal stuff, which you already know if
you've been following my cases, but I have to tell you that this event ranked
very high on my eeriness meter. I could not even see the house now, although
other houses nearby were clearly visible, as well as closely bordering trees
and shrubs. The outer lawn in front was visible, but it and the sidewalk and
the driveway extended for only about ten feet before absolutely disappearing
behind the fog bank. I know that for a fact because I stepped straight along
that sidewalk expecting the visibility to rise with me as I went along into it,
but it did not. I stepped through a curtain of fog and straight into another
world. And now I desperately needed my two-percent objectivity.
A
very interesting story from World War I, which I briefly mentioned earlier,
deserves to be told in detail at this point because it is a close parallel to
my own experience that night in Brentwood so may help the credibility factor
here just a bit.
The
event was reported by numerous professional observers but dismissed on the spot
and all eyewitness accounts buried in secret document files until recently when
a group of surviving observers demanded on the fiftieth anniversary (during the
UFO age) that it be publicly reported.
The
incident is referred to as "the vanishing regiment" and it occurred
in August 1915, during the Dardanelles Campaign near the Hirkish seaport of
Gallipoli. The regiment that vanished was the British First Fourth Norfolk,
which had been dispatched to reinforce the troops at Hill 60. The phenomenon
was witnessed by twenty-two men of an ANZAC force, three of whom signed the
following affidavit on the occasion of their Fiftieth Jubilee:
The day broke clear
without a cloud in sight, as any beautiful Mediterranean day could be expected
to be. The exception, however, was a number of perhaps six or eight "loaf
of bread" shaped clouds—all shaped exactly alike—which were hovering over
"Hill 60." It was noticed that, in spite of a four or five mile an
hour breeze from the south, these clouds did not alter their position in any
shape or form, nor did they drift away under the influence of the breeze. They
were hovering at an elevation of about 60 degrees as seen from our observation
point 500 feet up. Also stationary and resting on the ground right underneath
this group of clouds was a similar cloud in shape, measuring about 800 feet in
length, 200 feet in height, and 200 feet in width. This cloud was absolutely
dense, almost solid looking in structure and positioned about 14 to 18 chains
from the fighting in British held territory."
We
are talking, here, a "cloud" nearly the length of three football
fields, forty feet wider than one, and as tall as a twenty-story building. A
"chain" is a
appeared to be about a fifty-foot ceiling over this particular area, with
occasional drifting patches right down on the deck. I had to work the wipers
occasionally to keep the windshield clear.
I
had been there for nearly half an hour, parked about a hundred feet off the
property, when I noticed a peculiar shift in the layer directly above the Laker
house. An irregular-shaped piece broke out of the base of the clouds and gently
settled toward the house. It came to rest no more than ten feet above the roof,
sort of flattened out on the bottom and top, and quietly spread itself over the
entire house. It looked like fog to me but I had never seen anything like that
kind of formation with any fog I'd ever seen. Living at Malibu, I see a lot.
After
a minute or so, the bottom edge began unraveling into long streamers that
totally engulfed the house in a matter of seconds. I sat stupidly watching, and
wondering what kind of environmental forces would make a pocket of fog act like
that. I kept expecting it to dissipate but it did not dissipate, so after
another minute or two I ventured from the car and went down for a closer look.
I
have been into some pretty heavy paranormal stuff, which you already know if
you've been following my cases, but I have to tell you that this event ranked
very high on my eeriness meter. I could not even see the house now, although
other houses nearby were clearly visible, as well as closely bordering trees
and shrubs. The outer lawn in front was visible, but it and the sidewalk and
the driveway extended for only about ten feet before absolutely disappearing
behind the fog bank. I know that for a fact because I stepped straight along
that sidewalk expecting the visibility to rise with me as I went along into it,
but it did not. I stepped through a curtain of fog and straight into another
world. And now I desperately needed my two-percent objectivity.
A
very interesting story from World War I, which I briefly mentioned earlier,
deserves to be told in detail at this point because it is a close parallel to
my own experience that night in Brentwood so may help the credibility factor
here just a bit.
The
event was reported by numerous professional observers but dismissed on the spot
and all eyewitness accounts buried in secret document files until recently when
a group of surviving observers demanded on the fiftieth anniversary (during the
UFO age) that it be publicly reported.
The
incident is referred to as "the vanishing regiment" and it occurred
in August 1915, during the Dardanelles Campaign near the Hirkish seaport of
Gallipoli. The regiment that vanished was the British First Fourth Norfolk,
which had been dispatched to reinforce the troops at Hill 60. The phenomenon
was witnessed by twenty-two men of an ANZAC force, three of whom signed the
following affidavit on the occasion of their Fiftieth Jubilee:
The day broke clear
without a cloud in sight, as any beautiful Mediterranean day could be expected
to be. The exception, however, was a number of perhaps six or eight "loaf
of bread" shaped clouds—all shaped exactly alike—which were hovering over
"Hill 60." It was noticed that, in spite of a four or five mile an
hour breeze from the south, these clouds did not alter their position in any
shape or form, nor did they drift away under the influence of the breeze. They
were hovering at an elevation of about 60 degrees as seen from our observation
point 500 feet up. Also stationary and resting on the ground right underneath
this group of clouds was a similar cloud in shape, measuring about 800 feet in
length, 200 feet in height, and 200 feet in width. This cloud was absolutely
dense, almost solid looking in structure and positioned about 14 to 18 chains
from the fighting in British held territory."
We
are talking, here, a "cloud" nearly the length of three football
fields, forty feet wider than one, and as tall as a twenty-story building. A
"chain" is a
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