During the years 1988-90 the island of Puerto Rico was the scene of many UFO encounters, some of which were quite spectacular. One encounter, on 31 August 1990, involved a typical sighting of aliens.
Miguel Figueroa, who owned a small cafe not far from the Laguna Cartagena, seems to have been contacted via a dream because he got up at 3.30 am, worried that someone had broken into his cafe. When he arrived something was certainly going on because there were no less than ten cars parked in front of it and a knot of people were obviously alarmed about something.
His enquiries revealed that the occupants of the cars were driving down Road 101 when they were confronted by a bunch of strange [?] men with big heads. Certain that they had all been seeing things, one woman being hysterical and the men nervous, Figueroa drove down the road in the direction which the little men were supposed have taken.
About a kilometre further on he was astounded to see that the [chap?] at his café had been telling the truth. As quoted in Good (1991), Figueroa said:
“They were five of the strangest creatures I have ever seen. The biggest was about five feet tall and the smallest about three feet tall. They were skinny, with large pear-shaped heads, long pointy ears, big slanted eyes and almost no nose – only small holes. Their mouths were almost like a slit – very little. They all had long arms with three fingers on each hand and three toes on their feet.”
He went on to say that he could not make out whether they had one-piece suits on or were naked but that they were greyish in colour from top to toe.
They were about 50 feet away when first sighted and Figueroa wanted a closer look so he drove after them. He got so close that the group were alerted and turned to look at him, whereupon a very bright light “like a welding light” shot from their eyes and temporarily blinded him. He was then apparently telepathically told not to go any closer.
As soon as his sight returned he once again followed the creatures down the road but this time he kept his distance. He saw them jump over a bridge and into a river gully leading to the Laguna Cartagena and he watched them go down it until they were out of sight.
Next day he went back to the same place and proved to himself that he had not been dreaming because there were three-toed prints in the river mud. To be quite sure, he went away and came back again in the middle of the day, and was relieved to find that the tracks were still to be seen.
Figueroa was deeply affected by this encounter and went so far as to say that it had ruined his life. He could not get the faces of the ETs out of his mind. However, there was more to contribute to his distress.
Late the next day he received a phone call that threatened him with “something bad” if he talked to anyone about what he had seen or where the creatures had gone. The man spoke in Spanish with an American accent but what upset Figueroa was how the person obtained his phone number, which was not only on a private line but listed under someone else’s name!