Case of the Cube Heads | Case #002 | Part 1/3

In Old Saybrook, CT on December 16, 1957, between the hours of 2 and 3 A.M., a local teacher witnessed something incredible: outside her window, Mary M. Starr saw a spaceship with aliens inside.

Her encounter was not the first. Leaving behind a trail of mysteries and murders, the Case of the Saybrook Blockheads is one of fear, greed, and secrecy.

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SOURCES
https://www.ufoinsight.com/aliens/encounters/alien-encounters-mary-starr-suzanne-knight

https://bogleech.com/realaliens

https://cryptidz.fandom.com/wiki/Old_Saybrook_Blockheads

Transcript

Many strange, living things have passed by Earth. A few have delved into its atmosphere. Few have landed, and even fewer have contacted those living below.

This case is one of the most troubling instances of extraterrestrial contact.

Between 2 & 3 A.M. December 16, 1957

Old Saybrook, Connecticut, USA

A flash of light startled her awake. Did she somehow sleep through her alarm? Was it noon? No. The light was too bright - so painfully bright - like stadium lights pointed directly into her bedroom. And the room was hot. Hot and dry. Groggy, she stumbled to the window and pulled its curtains aside. She easily saw what beamed from the second floor: it looked like an airplane had crashed. Jagged, torn in two, it hovered 10 feet away, above her clothesline. ...Hovered?! Yes, it hovered above it! Shocked, confused, and on alert, she studied the object floating in midair. It was large, 20 to 30 feet long, a dark gray or black color with brightlly lit, square windows on its side. At first she thought it was a lost and unfortunate troop carrier. But it was no plane.

Behind the craft's windows, two... things... moved around. They could be no taller than four feet. They stretched and bobbed and slithered by like two fat worms acting as stewards. Passing each other, both held their right arm in the air, like they were balancing a tray; at least, it looked sort of like an arm. The appendage had no discernible features: no hands, no fingers, no claws, no suction cups. The long, red growth connected to a strange, sickly yellow body that flared out like a long skirt. Most frightening, however, were their big, translucent, cube-shaped helmets… or were they heads? Inside each was a perfectly round, glowing, reddish-orange bulb.

As the things paced inside, the balls seemed motionless, fixed in place. With horror, she realized her room was no longer bright white but an upsetting red. She could feel the orbs' vibrant glow with a million electric tingles. The balls were fixated on her. A third figure came into view; leaning forward to get a better look, she was blinded. Light beamed not only from within the ship but from its outer hull. The light hurt; as it intensified, she felt her skin crisp.

Frozen in place, she watched as the craft began to move. It angled up and down as a six-inch antennae sprouted from the left side, pulsating and sparkling with the same red color of the beings. The things inside stilled, watching her. Then, the antennae and its light retracted, and the ship dulled to a blue-ish gray. Both windows disappeared like a closing sliding door and extinguished the red glow. Shifting on a horizontal plane, rotating at different angles, the craft dodged a blue spruce and her toolshed with impossibly tight angles. Small lights lined the bottom of the craft and it paused, transforming into a more elliptical shape. Quivering, the ship shot directly upward, as fast as a jet.

Her deep, shaky exhale was the only sound she'd heard in the last 5 - or was it 50? - minutes. The din of the marsh returned, as if all living creatures outside held their breath too.

Dubbed the "Saybrook Blockhead," the strange, aliens spotted that early winter morning by Mary M. Starr was not the first encounter with its kind; hers was only the first publicly available, publicly persistent account that featured a creature. Several weeks before her sighting, nearly 40 reddish objects were reported over the marsh. Some were large and oblong, others smaller, duller, and more cigar-shaped.

The first sighting of these Old Saybrook UFOs occurred the year before. As with Starr’s encounter, a plethora of unusual activity and red objects were spotted in the sky - the largest and brightest spotted only two days before its tracked descent in 1956. Stealthy and especially non-reflective, it traveled through space undetected at impossible speeds, only drawing notice at the end of its journey. Nothing could be done. It could only be observed, then met, collected later. And pieces of the ship were collected.

Those within, however, scattered. Some evaded capture. Two led to secondary encounters that same year.

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Ballyraven: 0:00
8.53 am January 11, 1993. Old Saybrook, connecticut USA.

Detective Holding: 0:11
This is Detective Holding from the Saybrook Police Department. Today's date is Monday,54 am. This will be a taped conversation. With the last name of Brittle B-R-I-D-D-L-E. First of Ambrose A-M-B-R-O-S-E. Middle of Gregory G-R-E-G-O-R-Y. Gregory G-R-E-G-O-R-Y. Date of birth 09-21-38.

Detective Holding: 0:53
Did I? Did I say that right, brittle?

Ambrose Briddle: 0:56
Yes,

Detective Holding: 0:59
ambrose, I just wanna Hmm,

Ambrose Briddle: 1:03
you can just call Greg

Detective Holding: 1:04
Hm.

Ambrose Briddle: 1:04
You can just call me Greg,

Detective Holding: 1:05
okay, um, as I was saying, what I've done is I've turned on a tape recorder so I can tape record our conversation, because you know, I'm not the best note taker in the world.

Ambrose Briddle: 1:20
What's this about?

Detective Holding: 1:21
We'll get to that.

Detective Holding: 1:23
Uh, now, earlier, I advised you of your rights. Is that not correct?

Ambrose Briddle: 1:29
Yeah, that's correct.

Detective Holding: 1:34
Okay, can you speak up just a little bit? It's a little hard to hear. And have you ever lived in Old Saybrook?

Ambrose Briddle: 1:43
No, no, I don't think so.

Detective Holding: 1:45
Are you sure? Maybe when you were? Yeah

Ambrose Briddle: 1:48
, maybe when I was very young, I don't remember. We moved around a lot,

Detective Holding: 1:54
okay, so, maybe. And now you live in North Brantford,

Ambrose Briddle: 2:00
mm-hmm,

Detective Holding: 2:01
and about how long have you lived there? I

Ambrose Briddle: 2:08
don't know, over thirty years.

Detective Holding: 2:09
Have you ever worked in Old Saybrook?

Ambrose Briddle: 2:12
No,

Detective Holding: 2:13
do you know anyone in Old Saybrook, or did youor? Did you know someone?

Ambrose Briddle: 2:18
I don't know, I'm sure Probably what's this about. I don't have long. You said this wouldn't take very long.

Detective Holding: 2:29
I just have a few questions for you.

Ambrose Briddle: 2:32
Okay,Detective Holding: 2:34
have you ever had a job in New Haven? Yeah

Ambrose Briddle: 2:38
, a few.

Detective Holding: 2:40
Can you give me a list?

Ambrose Briddle: 2:45
I spent a little time at a grocery store and a TV repair shop,

Detective Holding: 2:51
dynamic TV service and Jim's corner store, correct,

Ambrose Briddle: 2:59
that sounds right. It's been a long time. Who can say for sure?

Detective Holding: 3:06
You also spent some time working for the New England Transportation Company, correct?

Ambrose Briddle: 3:13
Yeah, I think I did spend one summer working for

Detective Holding: 3:22
name or when, or exactly how long.

Ambrose Briddle: 3:29
I don't remember a whole lot about that one, just the summer, I think. Not sure A long time ago. I can barely remember that far back.

Detective Holding: 3:54
How old were you? Do you remember that? Hmm

Ambrose Briddle: 3:57
, pretty young.

Detective Holding: 4:01
How about the age of 17? Does that seem correct?

Ambrose Briddle: 4:09
I mean, it's possible. I don't remember much from that time. I think it was later than that, maybe 20s.

Detective Holding: 4:21
I actually have this confirmation receipt with a signature. Does this look like your signature?

Ambrose Briddle: 4:31
Hmm, could be, hmm, surprised that piece of paper has survived so long.

Detective Holding: 4:40
Mm-hmm. August 12th 1956. The New England Transportation Company Hired by Dumont Television Network. 6.15 pm. Confirmation of shipment pickup Ambrose B.

Ambrose Briddle: 5:01
Okay,

Detective Holding: 5:03
what was a normal day on this job like?

Ambrose Briddle: 5:07
Well, we would have a list of addresses and then we'd pick up whatever needed moving and take it someplace else.

Detective Holding: 5:18
Did this usually happen at night?

Ambrose Briddle: 5:20
Sometimes

Ambrose Briddle: 5:22
?

Detective Holding: 5:22
Did you usually work with the same people?

Ambrose Briddle: 5:28
We went to a lot of places,

Detective Holding: 5:29
so you don't remember any frequent clients.

Ambrose Briddle: 5:34
I mean, not really. There was this one furniture store, sam, sam somethings.

Detective Holding: 5:45
When you did these jobs, did you work with the same coworker?

Ambrose Briddle: 5:50
I don't, I don't remember.

Detective Holding: 5:53
You don't remember if you drove with you know the same drivers, or you don't remember if you worked with the same people every shift or If you had like a partner?

Ambrose Briddle: 6:04
No, not really, I don't remember.

Detective Holding: 6:08
Do you remember any coworkers?

Ambrose Briddle: 6:12
No, it was too long ago.

Detective Holding: 6:16
Not even a name or two.

Detective Holding: 6:18
Maybe your boss?

Ambrose Briddle: 6:20
No, I have a bad memory.

Detective Holding: 6:25
What about the television studio? Do you remember going there?

Ambrose Briddle: 6:29
No,

Detective Holding: 6:32
you don't remember that place at all.

Ambrose Briddle: 6:37
No,Detective Holding: 6:37
it sounded like it was sort of an unusual thing that happened.

Ambrose Briddle: 6:44
I don't remember anything about it.

Detective Holding: 6:47
There were over 700 unspecified boxes. That's a lot for two guys. I'm sure there were some exciting things being moved around. I feel like that's pretty unusual, pretty memorable.

Ambrose Briddle: 7:02
I'm sorry, I just don't remember.

Detective Holding: 7:07
Maybe you saw whomever you were working with, take something they weren't supposed to Is you were working with, take something they weren't supposed to

Ambrose Briddle: 7:17
Is. Is that what this is about? You think I saw someone that long ago. You think I saw someone steal something.

Detective Holding: 7:30
Maybe you took something, maybe you both took some things together. I imagine there were some very valuable items.

Ambrose Briddle: 7:39
I never stole anything,

Detective Holding: 7:43
so you do recall that day a little.

Ambrose Briddle: 7:45
No, I've never stolen a thing in my life. That's ridiculous.

Detective Holding: 7:54
So you don't remember anything about the day you went to the television studio then?

Ambrose Briddle: 8:00
No, no, no, no. There were drives all the time, several times a week. They all blended together and, like I keep saying, my memories not the best.

Detective Holding: 8:20
I am sorry, mr brittle, I mean no offense. I'm sure you understand, though I believe you, I really do.

Ambrose Briddle: 8:29
I just like I can't do I just I don't know what you want from me. I don't, I don't know anything. There's so many memories that I don't. I forget things all the time.

Detective Holding: 8:47
Yes, I understand, I have a hard time remembering what I had for dinner yesterday. Nevertheless, 30, 40 years ago, yeah, however, I believe you remember this day,

Ambrose Briddle: 9:08
what? No, I already. I already told you,

Detective Holding: 9:12
like I said, I find that hard to believe.

Detective Holding: 9:17
Do you recognize this man?

Ambrose Briddle: 9:24
I don't know. No, no, I don't think so.

Detective Holding: 9:28
You don't recognize him.

Ambrose Briddle: 9:30
No,

Detective Holding: 9:32
you know. That's not true.

Ambrose Briddle: 9:35
I don't know him.

Detective Holding: 9:37
Look at him again. Look, look at him again. His name is Paul Lawrence and you knew him.

Ambrose Briddle: 9:47
No, I've never seen this man.

Detective Holding: 9:49
I can make things very difficult for you, mr Brittle, now I know you're a good guy and I don't want to make things difficult for you. Lying during an investigation is a crime. Do you want to go to prison at your age?

Ambrose Briddle: 10:12
This is crazy.

Ambrose Briddle: 10:14
I don't know anything about

Detective Holding: 10:16
he was on that job with you that night, wasn't he?

Ambrose Briddle: 10:23
I don't think so. I don't remember him. I don't even remember being there.

Detective Holding: 10:30
Says so, right here, you were there. You both were there,

Ambrose Briddle: 10:34
where I don't. I don't understand why you're asking me questions when it seems like you already have your own answers.

Ambrose Briddle: 10:46
I don't have time for this.

Detective Holding: 10:48
Sit down, mr Brittle.

Detective Holding: 10:51
You can't leave. I'm

Ambrose Briddle: 10:53
not going to put up with it,

Detective Holding: 10:54
sit down, sit down.

Ambrose Briddle: 10:56
I'm not going to put up with it,

Detective Holding: 10:57
sit down, sit down. Now. I know who you are, where you were and who you were with, and I have a pretty good idea of what happened.

Ambrose Briddle: 11:13
I haven't done anything.

Detective Holding: 11:14
No, you had a chance. You had a chance to talk. You had a chance to talk a long time ago too, didn't you?

Ambrose Briddle: 11:22
I,

Detective Holding: 11:22
no, don't answer. Like I said, I know you're a good guy, so I'm gonna wipe the slate clean and give you another chance to explain yourself, explain what happened. This was only a few hours after your shift

Ambrose Briddle: 11:43
Officer. I

Detective Holding: 11:46
I'll give you a few minutes to take a long look To remember Mr Lawrence and what happened to him

Ambrose Briddle: 11:51
.

Detective Holding: 11:53
What, maybe you know, someone else did to him. What maybe you did to him. What maybe you did to him.

Ambrose Briddle: 12:01
No, no, I didn't. I did not

Detective Holding: 12:04
Take some time to think about it.Ambrose Briddle: 12:06
No, can I? Can I?Detective Holding: 12:09
It's okay, stay here, I'll let you compose yourself and I'll be right back. Can I get you anything?

Ambrose Briddle: 12:18
Can I get some water?

Detective Holding: 12:20
You want some water? Okay, I'll bring you some water. But listen, this is very serious, very serious. When I come back, if you tell me any more lies, no more chances. If I were you, I'd tell the truth. If you help me, I can help you Do the right thing.

Ambrose Briddle: 12:56
I can't do this again. I can't do this again. I can't do this again. I can't. I can't do this again. I can't do this again. I can't do this again. I can't. I can't do this again. I can't do this again. I can't do this again.

Ballyraven: 13:26
Detective Holding was working on a cold case from 1956. Pouring over what files and photos were left, he discovered an error. Ambrose Brittle was never interviewed, at least no evidence of one remained. Brittle was an obvious suspect. First, he was with the victim the night he died. Second, he was a co-worker. And third, he immediately quit his job the day after. It seemed blatantly obvious. An impatient, fidgety old man. The out-of-the-blue inquiry. When is Holding expected? Not well, unhelpful and unwilling to answer anything, holding was certain that Brittle knew more. He knew something. He didn't think the man was a killer. But there could be a rare surprise. He just, he just didn't seem like a killer. Faced with the evidence, he expected the man to break, but not in the way he did. Coming back with water and more crime scene photos, Ambrose's mood had changed. The man's eyes bulged and he sobbed. He cried. Is this another test? Just tell me. Over and over, he yelled I swear I wouldn't. I swear I wouldn't. Over and over. Eighty-two minutes into the interview there was a knock at the door. Two men in dark suits stood on the other side, along with the police chief. They ushered Holding out of the room. Brittle stretched, looking into the hallway after him. He then hyperventilated and began to incoherently screech.

Ballyraven: 15:24
A week later, an explosion in the sky rattled the city. Neither seen nor heard, it was only felt as a pulsation of air, a minor local earthquake. The odd atmospheric event spit tiny glassy red cubes periodically from above. Holding's father insisted something similar had happened once before. It was some sort of crystalline meteorite. Pieces of it fell. For years People would skywatch hoping to catch a sliver of the glassy rock, or at least anxiously hope to avoid getting hit by them.

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July, 18th 1996

This is Wesley Nathaniel Holding from Westbrook, CT. I am leaving and hiding this message because I believe I have made a mistake.

Earlier this year, I interviewed a man connected to a cold case. The death of Paul Lawrence. You won't find any information on him, it's all gone. He moved a warehouse of damaged, infected boxes. Tubes of old posters, boxes of fliers, cases of film, advertisements, and thousands of kinescopes. All coated in an oily red. All crunchy, burned, squished down. They should have all been destroyed. Most were, later, in the 70s. Thrown in the East River. Some of them and their coatings could still be there, but I doubt it. So much is gone, so much has been destroyed.

Ambrose Briddle, the man I interviewed, he's gone too. I killed him.

You won't find any records of him. And you won't find his body, either, though it's no thanks to me. They let him live because They connected to him. They were using him to find the rest of Them. They need pieces of Them. No one is listening, no one is doing the right thing, no one who can do anything cares, and they especially do not care for you.

Soon, you won't find me and I won't have ever existed.

Whoever finds this, there is nothing you can do about The Man. I just needed someone else to know and remember me.

07/18/56, 08/12/56, 12/16/57, 10/16/66, 11/02/66, 03/16/67, 05/16/95, 07/18/95, 06/12/96

The "Old Saybrook Blockheads", or the Lynx Machines for their proposed galactic origins, have all but been eradicated from planet Earth. The red slivers and any mention of ‘Sky Watch 56’ have also disappeared. Yet one, albeit damaged, machine remains, as does a single cube or Lynxionite. Both are in the protection of the BCWPA.