Параллельный мир. Соединённые Штаты Америки

Date:  May 1972
Location:  Gadianton Canyon, Utah
Time:  2230
Summary:  Four coed friends were driving on an isolated road near Modena when they reached an area where two sets of blacktop highway headed off into the desert—one veered sharply to the southeast, the other shooting northeast toward the canyon country. They decided to take the left road toward the canyon country. Five minutes later, the Chevy entered a red rock canyon. One of the girls suddenly noticed that the car’s headlights were shining more brightly on the pavement. Looking closer she let out a gasp. The white centerline was gone. Instead of black asphalt, they were driving on white cement. Suddenly the highway ended abruptly at a rocky cliff face. The Chevy screeched to a stop in front of the cliff. They kept driving on the canyon road, hemmed in by red canyon walls. They canyon gradually gave way to open country. The girls gasped. Instead of moonlit desert, they saw grain fields on the right and a large lake, with stands of ponderosa pine, on the left. Up ahead they spied what appeared to be a tavern and an adjacent parking lot. It seemed to have a neon sign, but they could not read it. What should have been letters were brightly lit squiggles and curlicues. Some men came out of the building. They slowed down their vehicle and one of the girls rolled down the window in order to ask for directions. They noticed what appeared to be consternation among the men. As if they’d been startled by some unknown animal. One of the girls stuck her head out the window and suddenly let out a terrified scream. She yelled at the driver to leave the area quickly. They looked back and saw that four queer-looking machines described as egg-shaped mounted on tricycle wheels were chasing them. That is with two large wheels on the front and a smaller wheel in the rear. A single bright white headlight shone from the front of each pursuing machine. They made a strange whirring or buzzing sound as they rolled along. Ahead the road led back into a red-rock canyon. The road was very narrow and seemed to hem them in. They could no longer see their pursuers. Minutes later they roared out of the canyon, back into the familiar desert. The car skidded down an arroyo and came to rest at the bottom. The girl that had stuck her head out the window was hysterical and could only describe that the men were not “human.” An hour later they managed to flag down a highway patrol trooper that towed their vehicle from the area. No one could explain how the Chevy had gotten nearly two miles north of Highway 56 without leaving any physical trace of its passage through the rough desert terrain. Had the girls somehow gone into another dimension?
Source:  Rense.com and Joseph Trainor