“We’re coming to get you, Barbara!”
This is the image that terrified me as a child when I saw it on TV’s Nationwide. It is clearly genuine.
It’s not AS alarming as I remember it, actually. In my memory the UFOnaut was much closer to the ’70s child-archetype, and had his gloved hands menacingly outstretched.
But what really freaked the hell out of me was the idea that he had been there all along as the photo was taken, but invisible to the human eye. It now reminds me of a couple of things –
(1) “How many Indians are hiding in this room? As many as want to.” ~ old western saying.
(2) A supernatural story by Arthur Machen, told by some gents in a clun. At tale’s end, when the spookiness has been expressed, the narrator says something like, “All the same, it makes you think. We believe that we’re sat here in this club, of an evening, chatting. But in reality, we might on a golden hill, by a crystal stream. Under what skies? And in what company?”