About

OVNI’s

Growing up, I remember my mom and aunts would get together and discuss millions of topics, most of which made no sense to me. If it wasn’t Pokemon, Hulk Hogan, or Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, I probably didn’t care. I was born in 1990, so my brain capacity was limited. My parents were lucky I remembered how to wipe my butt.
That being said, there was one topic that they would discuss maybe once a month. A topic that would immediately change the tone of the conversation and just as quickly change the energy of the room. Yet as soon as I felt it, no GameBoy, no wrestling match, no lime wire downloaded unreleased track would stop me. I would find my way into the second-hand smoke-filled room, sometimes the kitchen, sometimes the living room with the loud patterned couch, (a remnant of the late 80s). Occasionally, it would take place on the porch.
Urban Legends. I use that term loosely to cover a spectrum of different topics. Lore, UFOs, Crimes, Cryptids, Folklore, Mysteries and so much more. One of my favorite things that would be discussed was UFOs. I guess now they call them UAPs (Unidentified Arial Phenomenon). My mom and aunts being from Mexico called them ONVI’s which is the Spanish translation of UFO. I don’t know what it was about these stories that drew me in, but there is something about the feeling you get when you hear someone retelling a story about their encounter or an encounter they heard of, there is always a friend of a friend.
My skin would goosebump as I listened to these stories, getting chills down my spine as I would imagine unknown beings piloting spacecraft in our skies. Little green men with oversized heads, sounding like Invader Zim, causing all sorts of trouble for the retro-futuristic people of the 1950s. With their tractor beams and weird obsession with abducting cows.
Okay, maybe I’m describing the game destroy all humans, but that was the start of what would become my cow-abducting obsession.
My mom would soon pick up on the fact that I loved all things unexplained. Whenever the Travel channel would have a show about ghosts or a documentary would come on about UFOs, my mom would immediately call me into her room to watch it with her. She loved those ghost shows, but she wouldn’t watch them alone.
I have amassed so many stories and researched so many things over the last few years. Every time I would discover a new ghost story or read about a new cryptid or even hear about a new UFO, all I wanted to do was tell my mom all about it.
Sadly, my mom passed away in 2009, and I’ve held on to all these stories, wishing I could tell her at least one more. Then it hit me. If my mom and I loved this stuff so much, surely there are others who would love to hear and read about it, too.
I sit here now, excited at the idea that I can share all these stories that I have researched over the years with like-minded people. That maybe now I can bring that same feeling I had as a little kid, listening to my mom and aunts talk about all these crazy urban legends and folklore. All the goosebumps without the secondhand smoke.