At that point, M’s nose suddenly started bleeding. It took a long time to stop, and they couldn’t figure out what had caused it.
At this point, readers poisoned by our magazine’s influence might be crying, “It’s aliens!”
Radio wave interference, headaches, and bloody noses can all be the result of disruptions to electromagnetic fields. In other words, a UFO using electromagnetic field propulsion caused everything.
Our editorial team would like to refute that idea. Not because we’ve had our fill of UFOs, of course. We have several, concrete reasons.
First, there have been no recorded UFO sightings in the surrounding area. In Japan, most UFOs are witnessed multiple times in the same area, such as with the famous Kofu sighting. There is a theory that UFOs are restricted to certain flight paths due to variations in the earth’s electromagnetic field. A single, isolated incident like this would be very peculiar.
Second, the campsite was a poor location for a UFO to touch down. Most UFOs are said to land in farms, fields, and other large, flat spaces. But H’s campsite sat at the base of a mountain, surrounded by forested hills and a dam, without any open spaces. Even if those aboard the UFO simply intended to beam people up, they would have a hard time finding anyone among the trees.
Also, as will be described later, this UMA seemed to be very large. An alien of that size would require an enormous UFO to contain its massive body. This also makes the lack of eyewitnesses even more peculiar, and it’s hard to imagine a giant UFO flying through the mountains with no place to land.
But let’s return to H’s story.
The string of mysterious events drained the family’s enthusiasm, and they retired into their tent early to go to sleep for the night.
The next morning, Y told H something as he brushed his teeth at the washing station.
All night long, she’d heard someone outside their tent.
She swore she’d been able to make out a man’s voice, mixed with the chorus of crickets, calling out “Heeey.” But it had seemed to be coming from a long way away, so she hadn’t bothered to wake up H.
What’s more, she felt the same eyes from the day before staring at her from the mountain behind the dam, and the sensation terrified her.
H brushed it all off, however. They’d come all the way from Tottori, and he insisted they should enjoy themselves. That day, he and M hunted for bugs and explored the area around the dam while Y stayed inside the tent with a wretched headache.
Late that afternoon, just as they were packing their tent away in the car and preparing to leave, H remembered seeing a sign for an observation deck near the campsite. He decided to take his family there for a memorial photograph in front of the gorgeous view.
After climbing a flight of stairs, they arrived atop a wooden observation deck. The structure seemed to predate the campground considerably.
After gazing out at the scenery dyed in the colors of the setting sun, H was raising his disposable camera to snap a picture when M shouted and pointed into the distance.
He was pointing across the dam in the direction of the mountain. There, about five hundred meters away, they saw something white between the trees. It fluttered and waved in the wind like a cloth suspended from a tree branch.
The observation deck offered a couple of rust-covered binoculars—the kind that require a ten-yen coin to open the shutters.
M begged to try them, so H put a coin in the slot and held the boy up to the viewfinder. M began adjusting the focus to get a better look at the white object.
He stared intently through the binoculars for a while before suddenly bursting into tears.
Surprised, H passed the crying M to Y and looked through the binoculars himself.
The white object looked like a giant hand. Through the gaps in the trees, H could just glimpse the massive white body attached to it. The creature seemed to be naked and several meters tall.
Its hand was moving as if beckoning them closer.
H backed away from the binoculars as Y and M looked on, concerned. Just then, H realized something. The incessant cacophony of chirping crickets had stopped.
Unable to fathom this strange situation and the creature he had just seen, H hesitantly peered through the binoculars one more time. The hand was now pointing directly at him.
H claims he stayed transfixed by the hand for some time. He still doesn’t know how long he stared. But once he recovered from his stupor, he backed away from the binoculars to discover that Y and M were gone.
Dashing down the stairs of the observation deck, he found his wife and son walking hand in hand toward the opposite side of the parking lot.
When he asked Y where they were headed, she simply said, “Let’s go,” over and over with a delirious grin.
H forced them into the car and drove away. They regained their senses a short while later, and neither remembered anything about the observation deck.
That is where H’s story ends. Our editors have determined that his detailed account is not a fabrication.
No human-shaped white animal of that size currently exists in Japan. It seems unlikely it was merely a tall man pulling a weird prank, either. And no one else has ever come forward with another story of such a UMA. While there is a creature in Japan that is similar to North America’s Bigfoot, they’re a kind of yokai called Iju, and they look wholly different from what is described in H’s testimony. Therefore, our editorial team has decided this is a brand-new UMA, and they’ve dubbed it the White Man.
The White Man imitates the speech and movements of humans, so unless the behavior is some kind of animal instinct, it may possess some degree of intelligence. The sirens of foreign legend sing to draw in sailors, and Japanese kappa imitate the cries of babies for similar reasons. Maybe the White Man possesses a related power.
Perhaps, like those other creatures, it seeks to steal the lives of humans (or their life force).
Our editorial team will keep gathering as much information as we can on the White Man. We are currently attempting to secure the funds to conduct field research. The future of our investigation depends on this magazine’s sales, so we ask that you keep purchasing, dear readers!