This is somewhere in the skies with Ryan's bed.

It was the morning of May 3rd, 1975, upon returning from a routine flight from

Zewa Tanejo to Mexico City. 23-year-old pilot Carlos De Santos prepared

his Piper PA24 plane and it was soon in the skies heading for the Benito

Juarez International Airport. It was over the VHF Omni Directional Radio Range

when Carlos noticed something odd in the distance. As he approached the oddity on his left,

it soon came into view. There in the skies was a craft, graying color, and saucer shaped.

It was much smaller than his plane as it began to follow his left wing. It had

what appeared to be a cockpit of some sort on the top with a blackened out window.

As Carlos stared in awe at the craft, he had a strange feeling that he was being watched

from the other side of his plane. He turned to look, and on his right wing was yet another

identical craft. Carlos now felt uneasy, but before he could even process what was happening,

a third craft appeared directly in front of his plane. Descending beneath the front,

reacting on impulse, Carlos dipped the nose of the plane to observe where this craft had gone,

to his surprise, and dismay. The craft was a little too close for comfort,

hitting and scraping the fuselage, damaging the landing gear of the plane. It was at this

point that Carlos no longer felt in control of his pipe or plane. No matter what he did to try

to get a handle of the plane, nothing was working. Surrounded by the three unknown objects,

he was sure that they were moving in to attack. Surprisingly, however, Carlos felt as though

they were guiding him. He still felt threatened and attempted to bump the object to his right, hoping

this would somehow stop the control over his plane, but it didn't. They were still in complete

control and now forcing the pipe or plane to ascend to dangerous altitudes. Helpless and afraid of

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