It all started at 11:00 p.m. on the night of October 5, 1957.
Antonio Villas-Boas, a Brazilian farmer of twenty-three, and his
brother Jao, were going to bed. It was hot, so Antonio decided to
open a window. As he did so, he noticed a bright light that
seemed to come from above shining down on the corral outside.
He couldn't see the source of the light, which was like a car
headlight shining down. He called to Jao, but Jao told him to go
to sleep. Antonio closed the shutters and tried to sleep, but
his curiosity soon got the better of him. He got up and opened
the shutters and looked out. The light was still there, brighter
than ever, and seemed to come toward him. He slammed the
shutters, waking Jao, and they both watched as the light grew so
bright that it shined through the shutters. After a few minutes,
it suddenly disappeared.
Nine days later, on the night of October 14, 1957, Antonio and
Jao were out plowing, when a brilliant light appeared at the far
end of the field. It's apparent size was about that of a
cartwheel and it appeared to be about 100 meters off the ground.
It appeared as a bright red light, too bright to allow them to
see if there was an object behind the light. Antonio wished to
go and examine the light, but Jao refused. When Antonio
approached the light, it moved rapidly to the opposite end of
the field. When he approached it there, it sped back to the
other end of the field. This was repeated at least twenty times,
according to Antonio. He finally tired of the chase and went
back to where Jao waited. The light persisted for a time,
but then suddenly vanished.
The next evening, Antonio was plowing alone, using the
lights of his tractor. At precisely 1:00 a.m., he saw the light.
A red pinpoint at first, but within a few minutes it had grown
into a bright, egg-shaped object that stopped and hovered about
160 feet above Antonio. It was so bright that the headlights of
the tractor could no longer be seen in its glare. As Antonio
tried to decide what he should do, the object came closer,
within 40 feet of him. He later described it as rounded and full
of little purplish lights all around, with a large red headlight
that was the source of the intense red light. It looked like a
large elongated egg with three metal "spurs", or landing gear,
on the bottom. On top of the object was something that rotated
at great speed, also glowing red, but which changed to green as
the object slowed to land. Antonio finally acted, trying to
drive the tractor away, but the tractor's engine died before he
had gone twenty feet. The tractor would not restart, so Antonio
jumped to the ground and tried to run away. He had only gone a
few steps when someone grabbed his arm. It was a small figure
that only came to his shoulder, dressed in strange clothes. He
shoved the figure away, and it fell to the ground. He turned and
tried to run, but was prevented by three others. They lifted him
bodily off the ground and carried him forcibly back to the
object, although he fought and cursed the whole way. He was
pushed up a small ladder and into the craft. He described it
thus:
Once inside the machine. I noticed that we were standing in a
small square room. Its polished metal walls were bright with the
reflection of fluorescent light coming from the metal ceiling
and shining from the many little square lamps fitted into the
border where the walls met and circling it entirely.
They led Antonio into another room, which was quite large and
contained an oddly shaped table and some swivel chairs or
stools. As he stood waiting to see what would happen next, the
strangers began talking to each other:
I say "talk" as a manner of speech, for what they said had
no resemblance whatever to human speech. They talked in growls,
like dogs do, in a way. This comparison is not quite fitting,
but it's the only one I can think of to attempt to describe
those sounds, so different were they from anything I ever heard
before. The grunts were emitted slowly; they were neither
high-pitched nor too low; some were longer, others shorter,
sometimes containing several different sounds at the same time,
at other times ending in a tremor. But they sounded to me only
like animal growls and there was nothing that could be taken for
the sound of a syllable or for a word in a foreign language.
Nothing whatsoever!
Antonio described the appearance of the strangers:
All five of them wore a very tight fitting siren-suit, made of
soft, thick, unevenly striped gray material. This garment
reached right up to their necks where it was joined to a kind of
helmet made of a gray material, I don't know what it was, that
looked stiffer and was strengthened back and front by thin metal
plates, one of which was three-cornered, at nose level. Their
helmets hid everything except their eyes, which were protected
by two round glasses, like the lenses in ordinary glasses.
Through them, the men looked at me, and their eyes seemed to be
much smaller than ours, though I believe that may have been the
effect of the lenses. All of them had light-colored eyes that
looked blue to me, but this I cannot vouch for.
Their sleeves were narrow and tight-fitting to the wrists where
they were followed by thick five-fingered gloves of the same
color, that must have somewhat hindered their movements. As to
this, I noticed that the men weren't able to double their
fingers fingers altogether, so as to touch the palms of their
hands with the tips of their fingers.
After some discussion, the strangers grabbed Antonio and
stripped off his clothes. He fought, but they overpowered him.
Once he was naked, they applied a thick liquid to him with a
sort of sponge. It was cold at first, but after the liquid
dried, he felt more comfortable. They took him to yet another
room where they drew blood sample from his chin with an unusaul
sort of instrument. Then they left Antonio alone in the room,
which was empty except for a couch in the center. After a
moment, Antonio began to notice an odd smell in the room.
Investigating, he found that the odor was associated with gray
smoke that was coming from tiny metal tubes full of holes that
were part of the wall of the room at about head height. The odor
made Antonio so ill that he vomited.
After a long time, the door opened and a beautiful naked woman
came into the room...
Her hair was blond, nearly white, like hair dyed in peroxide,
it was smooth, not very thick, with a part in the center and she
had big blue eyes, rather long than round, for they slanted
outward, like those pencil-drawn girls make to look like Arabian
princesses, that look as if they were slit. That was what they
were like, except that they were natural; there was no make-up.
Her nose was straight, not pointed, nor turned-up,nor too big.
The contour of her face was different, though, because she had
very high, prominent cheekbones that made her face look
very wide, wider than that of an Indio native. Underneath her
cheekbones her face narrowed to a peak, so that all of a sudden
it ended in a pointed chin, which gave the lower part of her
face a very pointed look. Her lips were very thin, nearly
invisible in fact. Her ears, which I only saw later, were small
and did not seam any different from ordinary ears. Her high
cheekbones gave one the impression that there was a broken bone
somewhere underneath, but as I discovered later, they were soft
and fleshy to the touch, so they did not seem to be made of
bone. Her body was much more beautiful that any I have ever seen
before. It was slim, and her breasts stood up high and well
separated. Her waistline was thin, her belly flat, her hips well
developed, and her thighs were large. her feet were small,
her hands long and narrow. her fingers and nails were normal.
She was much shorter than I am, her head only reaching my
shoulder. Her skin was white, as that of our fair women here,
and she was full of freckles on her arms.
The woman came to Antonio and embraced him, rubbing her head
against his face from side to side. She made it clear to Antonio
what she wanted, and he cooperated with the inevitable as they
moved to the couch. They had sex twice, and then she began to
pull away from him.
Of course I would never exchange her for one of ours! I like
one you can talk to, understand, and get along with, and with
this woman that was impossible. Some of the growls that came
from her at certain times nearly spoiled everything, as they
gave me the disagreeable impression of lying with an animal.
One thing that I noticed was that she never kissed me. I
remember that at one time she opened her mouth as if to do so,
but instead of that she bit me softly on the chin, which of
course was not a kiss.
Another thing that I noticed was the hair in her armpits was
bright red, nearly the color of blood.
A little while after we separated, the door opened. One of the
men appeared at the doorstep and called out to the woman, who
left the room. But before leaving she turned to me, pointed to
her belly, and smilingly, as well as she could smile, pointed to
the sky, southward, I should say. Then she went away. I
interpreted the signs as meaning to say that she intended to
return and take me with her to wherever it was that she lived.
That is why I still felt afraid: If they came back to fetch me,
I'd be lost. I don't wish to part from my folks nor from my
country, by no means so!
The men brought Antonio's clothes to him, and he was taken on a
tour of the craft. After the grand tour, Antonio was escorted to
the door and motioned out. He watched as the craft rose and then
sped off at incredible speed. Antonio checked the time and found
that he had spent over four hours on the craft.
A few months later, Antonio responded to an ad in a magazine
asking for people to report any experiencers with flying
saucers. As a result of this, Antonio was brought to Rio de
Janiero where he was examined and interviewed by Doctor Olave
Fontes, M.D., to whom he told this story on February 22, 1958.
Villas-Boas later attended college and went on to become an attorney.
He always maintained the truth of his story.