Sightings - The Todmorden Enigma: England, 1980

Episode Date: March 3, 2025

A pristine body on a coal heap. A police officer's lost 30 minutes on a rain-slicked road. In the small town of Todmorden, two men separated by five months share one terrifying connection: something not of this world has taken an interest in them. And only one lived to tell the tale. Sightings is a REVERB and QCODE Original. Find us on instagram @sightingspod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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stands for Total Fund Savings Adventure, maybe reach out to TD Direct Investing. Death rarely comes without questions. But what happens when those questions defy all logical answers? When a man vanishes without a trace, only to be found days later under the most baffling circumstances imaginable, what are we to make of it? Some mysteries, it seems, don't just challenge what we know about death. They challenge everything we believe about our reality.

Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. Each week, we bring you a thrilling story that puts you at the center of the action, followed by a discussion that dives into the accounts that inspired this story and our takes on them. I'm McCloud. And I'm Brian. And today we are heading to England for one heck of a baffling supernatural mystery. So play detective with us as we unravel the mysterious death of Zygmunt Adamski and realize there's much more going on in this small British town that meets the eye.

Find out what on this episode of Sightings. The name is Alan Godfrey. I'm a police constable in Tom Warden, West Yorkshire. For close to ten years I've been on the force, and in that time I've seen a fair share of strange cases. Drunks insisting their dogs stole their wallets, kids swearing they spotted a ghost of a headless monk in the cemetery, things like that. But what happened last year was different.

And not the kind of different that makes for a good laugh down at the pub. The kind of different that changes how you see the world. Forever. I was on foot patrol through town when I got the last call anyone wanted to hear. A dead body had been found. Apparently it was at Cole's Coal Yard out past the mill, and I was told that Wright was already en route, and by Wright I mean Officer Wright, my colleague. So I headed over to meet him, even though the weather was abysmal.

A terrible day for anything, let alone dealing with the body. When I pulled up to the yard I found Trevor Parker, the owner's son, waiting by the gate. He said he'd been opening the place up for the afternoon shift when he spotted something strange on one of the core piles. I asked what and he said I'd better just look for myself. An honest God, his face was pale as death as he led us around back, and I soon realized why. The body was lying spread eagle atop a massive heap of coal, easily ten or twelve feet high. But even from the ground something looked off about it, like it wasn't just a random body on a pile of coal. The man, older than me from my vantage point, was wearing a pristine suit, which right away seemed strange for a coal yard.

And when I say pristine, I mean it. I couldn't see any coal dust on the light-colored fabric. Truly it was like he'd been dropped carefully atop the hill, arms and legs stretched out like one of those medieval drawings of the ideal man. Parker swore the body hadn't been there at 11 a.m. when he'd done his morning rounds and said he'd locked the gates when he left for lunch. Since no one else had access, that meant someone, or something, had managed to put that body up there in broad daylight without being seen. Wright volunteered to go up first for a closer look.

There was a set of rails nearby that we could use to climb, but the coal was loose from the rain. Hellish climb, really, that was quite difficult. But we needed to do our job and Wright carefully shimmied up the hill, moaning the whole time. He wasn't in the best of shape to be quite honest. But the moment he got close enough to see the body properly, he went dead quiet. I called up asking what was wrong, but he just stood there frozen. I'd worked with Wright for years, seen him handle murder scenes, fatal car crashes, the worst stuff this job can throw at you. But I'd never seen him speechless like this. And something about his reactions and to chill

through me that had nothing to do with the rain. So I made my way up that cool heap, testing each step carefully. When I finally reached the top and saw the body up close, I understood. The deceased was a man in his mid-fifties, wearing a dark suit but no shirt underneath. His jacket was buttoned wrong, pants barely secured like someone had dressed him in a hurry or like someone who'd never dressed a human before had tried their best to figure it out. But it was his face that really got to me. His eyes were frozen wide open, mouth contorted in an expression of pure terror. This man hadn't just been scared.

He'd seen something that had literally frightened him to death. We needed to document everything before the rain destroyed potential evidence, but the more we looked, the stranger things got. Despite lying on a pile of coal in the rain, his clothes were immaculate, not a speck of coal dust anywhere. There were no signs of how the body got up there, no footprints in the coal, no marks from dragging or climbing. It truly was as if someone had simply dropped him from above. When the medical examiner arrived, his face grew more puzzled with each detail he noted. The body had no wallet, no ID, no sign of defensive wounds or restraints. Further, his watch and wedding ring were missing, leaving pale bands of skin where they should have been.

His hair had been roughly cut or shaved, revealing a pattern of small burns on his head and neck. And these burns were perfectly circular, each one about the size of a penny arranged in an almost mathematical pattern around the crown of his head. There was also an open wound at the base of his neck with some kind of gel-like substance on it. It was, without a doubt, the strangest crime scene any of us had ever seen. Back at the station we started going through missing persons reports, and a name quickly jumped out. Zygmunt Adamski, a 56-year-old core miner, reported missing from Tingley,

about 20 miles away. His wife had filed the report five days earlier when he failed to return from a trip to the local shop, and the physical description matched perfectly. When we interviewed the family, we realized that Adamski was the last person you'd expect to vanish. He had a chronically ill wife who depended on his care. He was supposed to walk his goddaughter down the aisle at her wedding the very next day. Something he'd been looking forward to for months. We spoke to a shop owner in Tingley who remembered him coming in the day he disappeared, buying a few items, chatting about the upcoming wedding.

Then he simply vanished. Soon there was an autopsy and the results turned everything on their head. The medical examiner determined Adamski had only been dead for 8 to 10 hours when we found him. Not 5 days, 8 hours. Despite being missing for nearly a week, he only had about a day's worth of beard growth. Someone had been keeping him clean shaven. He'd also eaten well during his missing days. His stomach contents showed regular meals. Further the burns on his neck were just two days old, and that strange gel resisted all attempts at analysis.

The medical examiner had never seen anything like them in 30 years of practice. He ultimately listed the cause of death as heart attack, which tracked with that look of terror on his face. But what could scare a man badly enough to stop his heart? And more distressingly, where had he been for those five missing days? So I started digging deeper. Adamski had no enemies, no criminal record, and no secret life we could find. His bank accounts hadn't been touched, and no secret life we could find. His bank accounts hadn't been touched, and no one had seen him in any local hotels or shelters.

It was like he'd simply ceased to exist for five days, then reappeared dead on that coal pile. But the more questions I asked, the more resistance I met from my superiors. They wanted to close the case and attribute it all to natural causes, saying the man had clearly had an heart attack and somehow wound up in the coal yard. These things happen. Except they don't. Not like this. I kept thinking about those burns, that precise circular pattern, the strange gel that defied

analysis, the clean clothes, the missing item, the missing time. That look of absolute terror. Every instinct I had as a police officer told me we were missing something huge. But before I could pursue it further, the case was officially closed. File it away, they said, move on to more pressing matters. I tried to let it go. T tried to focus on my regular duties, but that case haunted me. And every time I drove past that coal yard, I'd think about Zygmunt D'Amthsky and wonder what he saw in those final moments that scared him so badly.

Funny thing is, I'd soon find out for myself, and I'd learned that the truth was far stranger, and far more terrifying than anything I could have imagined. Five months passed before the strangeness crept back into me life. I was working nights, cruising me usual route, when dispatch started getting odd calls about a herd of cattle wandering through residential areas. Nothing too unusual about that. Farms border most of

Tomorden and livestock occasionally get loose but that night to me something about the reports just didn't sit right. The first call came from the south end of town after a dozen cows and someone's garden but by the time I got there there was nothing not even hoof prints in the wet grass. Then another call came in from the east side, same story. This went on for hours, all over town, and each time I'd arrived to find no trace of any cattle. The last call came from an elderly woman who lived alone near the edge of town.

She was a sweet old dear, not the type to cause trouble, but when I got to her house, she was properly shaken. Said she'd seen the cows all right, but they'd vanished in a brilliant flash of light. I probably should have written it off as the imagination of a lonely old lady, but something in her voice, the way her hands trembled as she gripped a teacup, it reminded me of that look on Zygmunt Odanski's face. Pure, unfiltered terror. Now it was nearly 5am when I decided to take one last drive around before my shift ended. The streets were still slick but visibility was decent as I turned onto Burnley Road.

That's when I saw what looked like an overturned double-decker bus about 200 yards away. My first thought was that one of the late night drivers had lost control on the wet roads, but as I got closer, that notion evaporated. Because this thing wasn't touching the ground at all. Instead it was hovering, perfectly still, about five feet in the air. The object was massive, had to be at least 20 feet wide and 14 feet tall

with a metallic, otherworldly sheen. Its bottom half was slowly rotating while the top remained perfectly still. And even stranger, there were no lights or sound, just this impossible thing floating there in the pre-dawn gloom. But before I could really process what I was seeing, I started feeling this strange pull towards the object. not just a mental urge to get closer, more of an actual physical force drawn me and my car toward it. I tried to radio for back up but got nothing but static.

My personal radio was dead too. Even my watch had stopped working. Then a brilliant white flash filled my entire field of vision, like someone had detonated a magnesium flare right in front of me. The intensity was incredible. I could feel the heat of it through my windscreen. When my vision finally cleared, the craft was gone. All that remained was a perfectly dry patch on the wet pavement where it had been hovering. There was also this strange spiral pattern of leaves and twigs on the ground, like something had created a powerful vortex in that spot.

I drove back to the station in a daze trying to make sense of what had just happened. It wasn't until I was parking my car that I noticed the time, nearly 5.30 a.m. Somehow I'd lost almost 30 minutes out there on Burnley Road. And now that didn't seem possible. Concerned and curious, I found Jenkins and asked if he'd follow me back out there. I needed someone else to see what I'd found. But when we arrived there was nothing. Just wet pavement and some scattered leaves. Even that spiral pattern was gone, washed away by a light drizzle that had started up. I could tell Jenkins thought I was wasting his time, so I decided against filing any kind of

report. The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself over something I couldn't even prove had happened. But later that day, as I was getting ready to head home, this strange flash of memory hit me. In it, I was standing outside my patrol car, walking toward that craft. But that couldn't be right, I was positive I'd stayed in my vehicle the whole time, and I tried to brush it off, put the whole weird night behind me. But as I was getting ready to sleep, I noticed a strange burn mark on my left foot and a small tear in my shoe. But I had no memory of either of those things happening, so I tried to brush it off and settled into sleep.

And that's when the real memories started flooding back. I remembered walking towards that craft again, but this time I was lifted into the air by a brilliant beam of light and pulled inside the craft itself. The place I found myself was blindingly white and sterile, like an operating theatre, but wrong somehow. The angles weren't quite right and the air felt thick. somehow, the angles weren't quite right, and the air felt thick. And there, in that strange room, is the place I met him. A tall human figure in flowing white robes. He never spoke aloud, but I could hear his voice in me head clear as day. He said his name was Joseph and that I shouldn't be afraid.

I'd soon realise Joseph wasn't alone, because there, behind him, stood about eight smaller figures. They were about three feet tall with heads shaped like lampshades. But that description doesn't capture how fundamentally wrong they looked. Every cell in me body knew they didn't belong in our world. They forced me onto this examination table. The surface was cold but not like any metal I'd ever touched before. Joseph then set a hand on me forehead and then... climbing. The little beings started removing my shoes methodically, like scientists studying some new specimen. Then they attached these strange plastic

cuffs to me arms and legs. Then those horrible things somehow plugged themselves into these cuffs. And it felt, well, it felt like they were siphoning something out of me. Memories, maybe, knowledge, I don't know. But I could feel them rifling through me mind like someone thumbing through a filing cabinet. They seemed especially interested in me police work. Images of crime scenes, strange cases

would flash through me mind and I'd feel this pressure to think about them. And Adamski, they kept coming back to Zygmunt Adamski, over and over like they were comparing notes. I walk up in a cold sweat, heart pounding. Was it just a dream, or was I remembering something real? The burn on my foot and the torn shoe were certainly real enough. Then I thought about Zygmunt Adamski, those strange burns on his neck, arranged in that precise pattern, the mysterious gel that defied analysis, the way his clothes had been put back on wrong, like someone unfamiliar with human clothing addressed him.

Had he been taken too? Had he seen those same horrible creatures? Was that what scared him so badly as Art gave out? Was he stronger than they expected? Fought back maybe? Or did something go wrong with whatever they were trying to do to him? I'm a practical man. Me time on the force taught me to trust evidence, facts, things you can prove in court. But what happened that night on Burnley Road shattered everything

I thought I knew about what's possible in this world. Because something is out there. Something that can pluck a man off the street, keep him for days, then drop his lifeless body on a coal pile like it's nothing. Something that can stop time, lift people into the air and leave you with memories that haunt your dreams. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I'll catch myself thinking about what those beings might have learned from my memories, what they might have taken from my mind. And on nights when I'm driving that same stretch of road,

I'll catch a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision. And I know, deep in my bones, that they're still out there, still watching, still coming back for more. And God help the next person they decide to take. Sightings will be back just after this. Welcome back, everybody. This one, for me, I think is going to be fun because there's two stories and one almost. Like we've got this bizarre murder mystery on one hand and then this UFO encounter,

and it seems like they're linked. It does, and I should say that the entire narrative is basically the known account of those events in 1980. I really didn't need to take any dramatic liberties here. And speaking of dramatic liberties, for anybody keeping score at home or who are our friends across the pond in England, that story took place in Yorkshire, and you might have noticed that was not a proper Yorkshire accent. I just didn't have time to pull together one that felt specific and accurate

enough. I have friends who are from Manchester area and I was just hear them screaming at me. So I kind of come behind my idea of Yorkshire with maybe some Liverpool, maybe some Scottish, maybe some just classical RP and probably some Irish creeping in there. But hopefully to our American listeners, they don't know the difference. Yeah. Well, it sounded good to me. Good. And you're right.

Toddmerton, it's in Yorkshire. That's the northern part of England for those of us who don't know anything about England. It looks pretty and hilly there and the town itself is about 17 miles outside of Manchester. Lots of coal stuff in the area it seemed like at the time. Zygmunt Adamski himself, the guy who was dead on the coal pile, was a coal miner. Interestingly though, he did not live in or was not from Toddmorton. He was from another town 20 miles away and somehow ended up on a coal heap there. Right, right. So I want to dig into this mystery. I'm trying to imagine what I'd think if I found a guy in spotless clothes on top of a coal pile, you know, clothes not on right,

like weird marks on his body and like a look of absolute terror on his face. And he was found on top of a 12-foot high pile of coal. So, I mean, it seems pretty apparent he was put there. Yeah, no footprints anywhere and- Would coal leave a footprint? The coal did it. The coal did it. The owner of this coal yard, I guess, where he was found, he went out for lunch at like 11 o'clock in the morning, he came back three hours later and the body was there. So it happened in broad daylight, whatever did happen. And it really is suggested that he was dropped from above because there were no footprints,

there was no disturbance of the coal. It's kind of wild. And given the fact that it was in daylight, I feel like that's kind of uncommon for aliens. Think of all the other alien stories we've had. They almost always are happening late at night. Yeah. And how long was this guy gone for?

Five days. Five days, which of course begs the question, what in the world happened to him all that time? Yeah, apparently one afternoon he just set out for groceries and never came home. But the strange thing is, like, he only had a day's growth of facial hair on his face when he was found, which implies that someone was shaving him

or he was shaving himself. He also had eaten apparently, not that day, but all the other days he had been fed. So someone seems to have been taking care of him this whole time. Before scaring him to death and dumping his body with lots of weird marks on it on a pile of coal. But I, but I feel like we're playing detective here, which is fun. So tell me more about the body.

I think we've covered some of it. But at first, I think the thing that stood out for me was to look on his face. To the investigators, that told them that he probably had a massive heart attack of some kind. But like we heard in the story though, his hair was roughly shorn. He had all these second degree burn marks on his neck and shoulders and on his head in kind of a weird pattern and these marks were covered with this strange gel-like substance. And they could never identify it? Apparently not. They sent it off to some lab. I couldn't get any real details on what the lab was or what happened to the samples after

that, but they said they weren't able to identify it as anything in particular. It does seem like this whole encounter though raised a whole bunch of questions obviously, and the press had a field day with it. The whole mystery kind of became tabloid fodder for a little while. And very soon, you know, rumors of UFO activity or something supernatural kind of started swirling around this whole case. And that was before our main character, Alan Godfrey, had his own strange experience. That's absolutely right. Yeah, six months later, they had put the case to bed basically because they couldn't explain

what happened to Zygmunt Adamsky. But then this herd of cows just started appearing and disappearing all over town. Is this the original like cows being abducted story? Like I feel like cows are a common aspect of alien abduction stories. Well, this was the eighties. I feel like in America, the whole cow, cattle mutilation, cows vanishing thing predates that

more to like the sixties or seventies. It already started. Yeah, but this is cool cause it's a whole herd of cows. Yeah. Right. Vanishing. And that's how Godfrey got back into this whole thing.

He was sent out to investigate and was driving to the last reported place that these cows were reported as showing up in someone's yard, which must have been fun to look out your window and there's a herd of cows in your backyard. But as he's driving along the way, he saw something blocking the road. He says he thought it was a bus at first, but as he got closer, he realized the thing was hovering above the ground. And then he turned and drove away like a rational person, right?

No, no. I don't doubt that he's not a rational person, but I would have probably stayed and looked at it for at least a minute. I probably would have too. So yeah, so he looked up and the ship was gone. His car was a quarter mile down the road, further than he thought he was. And also he'd basically lost 30 minutes

that he couldn't account for. But then that night, the memories came rushing back, what happened to him, right? That was the one place I took a little bit of dramatic liberty. The memories did come rushing back to him in hypnosis. Oh, in hypnosis?

Yeah, we'll go there. That's like the Barney and Betty Hill. Okay, we'll go there. But yeah, he did go and find a friend and drive back there and look and everything was gone. And he was trying to rationalize what happened to him because he knew he lost time. He knew he saw something on this road.

Sure. And yeah, like I said, he did then end up recovering those memories of being inside the spacecraft with these weird. Right, and a guy named Joseph, right? Yeah, and then these little creatures. Yeah, with lampshade heads. I get the impression they're kind of robot almost. They don't seem to be... Biological.

Biological, thank you, is the word I'm looking for. And that all came out in these hypnosis sessions. But of course, those sessions were recorded and the tapes have since disappeared. But right now, before we kind of start talking about some theories here, what are you thinking right now? Where are you on the Skeptical Gecko, Believer Beaver? Yeah, I think I'm Skeptical Gecko on the,

it was definitely aliens for Zygmunt Dadamski. Like I just think there's too many plausible explanations for, like, a guy ending up dead on a pile of coal without jumping straight to aliens. Goo, notwithstanding. And I actually, to try and get a sense of, like, this guy and his voice, he's spoken and given some interviews.

You mean Alan Godfrey? Alan Godfrey, yes, Alan Godfrey. He seems very credible, very straightforward, very low key. He seems dead set that he definitely saw something in the middle of the road, that that 100% happened. He was like, I will go to my grave, telling you that there was a thing blocking me,

a big thing blocking me in the road. Interesting. He allowed is that like what happened in the last 30 minutes, like he doesn't know. Like he- Like going on the road. Interesting. He allowed is that like what happened in the last 30 minutes, like he doesn't know. Like he- Like going on the ship. Yeah, going on the ship and talking to Joseph, he was like, according to my hypnosis,

that's what happened. But also he said, I've been reading a lot of sci-fi, so it's possible kind of like Barney and Betty Hill that that leaked into my subconscious when I talked about it. So his kind of take was like, it's either real or like hypnosis just kind of drew out some sort of dream state kind of stuff

and no one will ever know. But it sounds like there's no denying that he saw something on the road. So I kind of am scratching my head about what that something could be. Yeah, but in terms of talking about theories, since we kind of have two elements to this story, let's just talk about the Zygmunt Adamsky stuff.

Sure. Because you seem to be skeptical of echoing that one a little bit more than I think I would because I'm at a loss on Zygmunt Adamsky, especially because there's no footprints, the fact that his clothes are all messed up, the fact that he had been clean shaven, the fact that there were these weird marks on him that they couldn't explain or and they couldn't identify the substance Maybe because they just didn't go to a good enough lab. I think as you brought up there are Potentially plausible explanations for what could have happened if not aliens. Do you want to throw any out there? well, I mean, I don't think I have anything like specific but like

the fact that he was like had been shaven and like fed to me almost makes it seem less likely that he was abducted, that he was somewhere and shaving and eating somewhere. And for whatever reason, for whatever motivation, whether he had got tied up with the wrong people, despite what everybody thinks that he was like, you know, an untouchable great guy with no enemies, like that maybe there was something going on. There are researchers who apparently have interviewed members of Zygmunt's family and have found that there'd kind of been a family feud during this period. And there was just tension in the family apparently.

So it has been proposed that perhaps Zygmunt had been kidnapped by one of these relatives' spouses or something like that, hid him in a shed for five days, and then they dumped the body on a coal pile. One thing that didn't pop up in the story, Zygmunt Odamski was not British, he was Polish. So there are people who say that perhaps because Poland was still an Eastern Bloc country, could there have been some kind of international espionage going on? Is there some kind of KGB thing going on here or an assassination? But it seems to be great lengths to me to go kill a coal miner.

Yeah. I don't know if I necessarily buy international intrigue and espionage. I can't rule it out. Yeah. So I don't know. It's just a very weird case that has still baffled people to this day. No one has, the case has never been solved. And to me, it just doesn't quite add up. Yeah.

But then we have Alan Godfrey, who was the investigator on the Adamski case, who then, six months later, saw a UFO for himself and kind of started putting the pieces together and like, oh wow, these could be somehow related. So, do you have any theories about what he might have seen that night? I don't. I tend to, just having listened to him, I tend to believe that he saw something and I don't have an explanation for what it could have been.

Mm-hmm. There is a theory for what he might have seen and it's pretty darn compelling. Like, this is the coolest explanation for anything that I think I've ever seen in one of the shows that we've done. But a UFO researcher discovered that there was this house in Todd Morden called a Futuro. It's either a Futuro house or a Futura house. I'm not sure which. It's a big kind of prefabricated plastic, spacey looking house that looks an awful lot like a UFO. And it could apparently have been transported by truck. And it was in Todd Morden at that time, and maybe it was being transported. McCloud, take a look at the picture of this thing.

Oh, heck yeah. That straight up looks like a UFO. Wow. Thousand percent looks like a UFO. It's oval with oval windows lining it. It looks kind of like a, like a kind of squashed egg a little bit. But imagine it's five o'clock in the morning. It's dark outside. You're driving down the road and maybe this thing's on the back of a truck, like a big tractor trailer taking up the entire road, like one of those wide load trucks. And maybe it's lit from the inside and you see this

and your brain just doesn't know how to process what you're seeing. Right, right. I can imagine there being an optical illusion with like lights reflecting on the bottom from either passing cars or who knows what, making it seem like it's spinning. Yeah, so this to me seems incredibly compelling

as a potential explanation. Especially since it was there. It was there at this time. Yes. And you can see it listeners, if you go on Instagram, the picture of it, right at the bottom of it says, this is in Platt Morton. Yeah. It is kind of a head scratcher, the how this UFO looking house made him pass out

or flash a white light and lose 30 minutes. Exactly. And the only thing that I could potentially think of, not to discount a story, I'm just throwing this out there, would be like, he's really tired, maybe he fell asleep and didn't realize it. Oh, yeah. So many of these UFO stories, I feel like, oh, it could have been a weather balloon or something.

This looks like a UFO. It was at that place at that time. Really interesting. Like you said, he is adamant that he saw something on that road. However, in terms of what might have happened on that ship, he said it could have been a dream. It could have just been stuff related to the hypnosis. I gotta learn more about hypnosis

because I'm inclined to believe that maybe really what goes on with a lot of hypnosis is sort of like it puts you in like, almost like a waking dream state in which we all know that like in dreams Our brain kind of throws Mishmash of things together, but if you're going into hypnosis with the intent of uncovering what happened that night It's almost like you're priming your brain to figure out what happened that night

So maybe it's already thinking right because he is there you're pursuing something you go get hypnosis to pursue Like an explanation as opposed to like somebody just being like on a Saturday being like, hey, I'm going to hypnotize you. Okay, cool. And then you suddenly being like, last night I was, you know, chased by dinosaurs and like it just coming out of nowhere, which would have been like, whoa, where did that come from? I don't know.

I don't know. Yeah. So based on these kind of new, I guess, developments or explanations, does that change your take on this at all? Skeptical gecko, believer beaver? I think on the whole, I come down a little more skeptical gecko. I think there's like, it was definitely stuff happening. The cows though, maybe that throws a wrench in my thinking, like cows disappearing or ending up in people's yards. We didn't even go there really,

because it's almost like a confluence of events on that night that suggests that, like you said, if it's just something on the back of a truck, why did he lose time? Why did he see the flashlight? Why are there cows appearing and disappearing all over the place? Yeah, I certainly don't feel like,

well, I clearly have the explanation for all of this. So it's kind of like my gut, I'm just kind of skeptical on it. But like, there probably is an explanation, but there's certainly stuff I can't explain. Yeah. Yeah. Based on the story. Yeah. I think I'm going to stick with where I was on the, uh, Zygmunt Odamsky.

I'm going to say something, if not alien, something unusual certainly happened there. And it just seems like he was dropped from above. And I just can't figure out how that could have happened without a crane that no one saw. You know? But with Alan Godfrey's sighting, this house UFO thing is pretty compelling as a potential explanation for what this could be. But again, I don't know.

Right. Listeners, we'd love to hear what you think about this. There's certainly a lot of cool angles on this story and I would love to hear anything that we might have missed or could shed a different light on this for us. You can find us on Instagram at SightingsPod. Or check us out on Spotify and leave us a comment. We really enjoy reading them and responding to them. And with that said, Brian, where are we going to next week?

We are heading back to the U.S. to New Jersey. New Jersey. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And there you go. That's the accent we're gonna use. And this one is gonna be a really cool kind of spooky story is all I'm gonna say about it. All right, a New Jersey spooky story.

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