"Because the room was dark. It was very dark."

"I thought you said it was light."

"Oh. I also have the impression that he was wearing covering. Like he didn't — when I looked — the thing that's scary in a way, the thing that scared me at first was realizing he had been there for some time, standing over there in the corner, and y'know I have a feeling about a fierce whoosh of some kind … . I'm not saying that I was being threatened so much as warned. That was my feeling. There was a very stern warning... or maybe it wasn't. Maybe if I had not been afraid of nuclear war and perfectly happy, when he touched that thing to my head other images would have come out. See what I mean?"

Budd Hopkins: "It certainly intersects with —"

"My own fears. Exactly."

"You spent a huge amount of time working on them in Warday. "

"Maybe it was a guy making a psychological test of me. Could it be that? I mean, maybe he was literally testing me, doing something like, as a hypnotist, you might do, using that little silver object in place of your finger. Could that be?"

"It could be, among other things."

"Including that this was some kind of hallucination, but I don't think so."

"Where did he touch you?"

"Right here." (I touched the center of my forehead, just above the bridge of my nose.)

"Very specifically right here. And every time he touched me there would be a burst of images."

Budd Hopkins: "You had no time to think between images?"

"No. This all happened quite quickly."

"They were visual?"

"Yeah, they were visions."

"Not words?"

"Absolutely not. They were pictures." (I became silent. I was aware of a great confusion of pictures in my mind.)

"Whit?"

"Yeah."

"You described two. Were there others?"

"Yeah, but the others are so jumbled up I can't tell what they were. You know. I think increasingly that they might be pictures out of my mind of my worst fears. Like nuclear war and my son being killed. And there's something else in there too that's all jumbled up. Maybe a fear so terrible that I can't even make heads or tails of it under hypnosis."

Budd Hopkins: "You said first that the figure seemed to be covered up, like with a hood."

"Yeah, but when it came close to me I could see its face "

"You said it had a bald head."

"Yeah? Did I?"

"Yes."

"Well, you see, I can sort of see that it had a bald, rather largish head for someone that size. And that its eyes are slanted, more than an Oriental's eyes And they're quite — There's a piercing glare, almost.