Hopkinsville Goblins, Ben Hansen, Deer Tracks, and the Weird Little Threads That Refuse to Stay Separate
The Hopkinsville Goblins Encounter
The Hopkinsville Goblins case has fascinated UFO researchers, paranormal investigators, and high-strangeness enthusiasts for decades. While attending the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, I found myself following a strange trail of conversations, synchronicities, and unexpected connections that all seemed to circle back to the famous Kentucky encounter.
This was part of a larger trip, and if you’ve been following along, you know the conference itself was its own strange little ecosystem of UFO researchers, experiencers, remote viewers, late-night conversations, and the usual blend of sincere curiosity with just enough weirdness to keep things interesting.
One of the conversations happening around the conference involved SRV, a form of remote viewing that differs from traditional CRV. And whether you believe in any of that or not, I’ve noticed something over the years: when you’re in alignment with something, synchronicities start showing up like they got your forwarding address.
Now, I am not a “run up to TV people and demand selfies” person. Absolutely not. I’ve been in paranormal spaces way too long to get starstruck over cable television. Most of that world is heavily produced anyway, and I’m constitutionally allergic to pretending otherwise.
At AlienCon, I mostly sat quietly, observed people, posted content, and watched the circus unfold from a safe emotional distance.
That is my natural habitat.
But at the Ozark conference, I had just spent time in the car talking about Ben Hansen’s Hopkinsville Goblins episode for the podcast, and suddenly the universe shoved him directly in front of me at the conference meet-and-greet.
So I made a decision.I was going to be that person.
The Friday night meet-and-greet was smaller and quieter than the Saturday event probably was. My mom had gone to the convention as a vendor but skipped the social portion because she was exhausted from doing readings all day.
I went alone.
Which, for introverts who can fake extroversion in short bursts, is basically psychological warfare.
Ben was there, talking with attendees, being approachable, and I figured if I didn’t do it then, I’d spend the next six months mentally replaying the missed opportunity like some kind of paranormal director’s cut.
So I walked up to him. And I told him what happened when I visited Kelly, Kentucky.
If you don’t know the Hopkinsville Goblins case, here’s the quick version.
In 1955, a family in Kelly, Kentucky, reported an encounter with strange small humanoid beings after a glowing object allegedly descended into the woods behind their farmhouse. This became one of the most famous “alien encounter” stories in UFO history. Except technically it happened in Kelly, not Hopkinsville. Hopkinsville gets the branding because that’s where the police station was.
Classic municipal theft.
When I visited the area, I had an experience involving one of the Sutton family descendants. At one point, one of the women connected to the original family actually approached me while I was there. So when I started telling Ben about that, he was immediately engaged.
He told me that one of the Sutton relatives still lives near the original property. The actual farmhouse is gone now, but the foundation remains visible if you know where to look. The current property owners are not exactly thrilled about random paranormal tourists wandering around their land, which, honestly, is fair. We had seen the original foundation, taken photos, and respectfully kept our distance.
I asked Ben about something that had bugged me.
When we visited, we couldn’t get all the way back into the deeper woods where the alleged crash or landing supposedly happened. There just wasn’t a safe path.
The woods get dense. Dangerous dense. The Sutton descendant who guided us didn’t want us to get hurt. But we did learn something interesting. Behind the property are cave openings.
The theory, at least locally, is that if something strange did happen there, those cave systems could explain movement in and out of the area. Underground passageways. Hidden access points. Weird Appalachian underbelly stuff.
I even asked permission to take home a rock from the site. It currently lives in my house. He told me the most memorable part of his Hopkinsville trip wasn’t the goblin lore.
It was ticks. Seven of them.
Apparently, after filming B-roll in the woods, he got back to the hotel and had to spend the evening removing ticks with tweezers.
Nightmare fuel.
But then he told me something stranger. While filming in the woods, he heard something big moving around nearby. Something ominous. Large enough to trigger the internal “is this a bear or a Bigfoot?” alarm.
Apparently, locals had mentioned that the area had Bigfoot reports, which is not exactly calming bedtime information. So he moved away from the noise. And nearly stepped on a baby deer.
That detail hit me sideways.
Because when I visited the Sutton family property, we noticed deer tracks everywhere. Fresh ones. Right near the house. Small prints. A young deer. And it stood out to all of us at the time. Now, if you’re not intuitive, this may sound like me assigning cosmic meaning to woodland hoofprints.
Which… okay, maybe.
But sometimes something gets your attention for no obvious reason. The deer tracks did. So standing there, listening to Ben describe nearly stepping on a hidden baby deer in those same woods, it felt like some bizarre full-circle punctuation mark. Like reality had been holding onto a thread and finally tugged it.
I tried explaining this to Ben.
He was polite. But let’s just say he was not exactly operating from a mystical-symbolic framework. Ben is a deeply logical person. Nice guy. Very generous with his time. Clearly patient with strangers asking bizarre questions in hotel bars.
But intuitive? Psychic?
No.
So let’s talk about the actual case because this story is weird as hell.
On August 21, 1955, the Sutton family and visitors were at their farmhouse in Kelly, Kentucky. Eleven people total. Eight adults. Three children. The farmhouse was simple. No telephone. No television. No running water. Just rural Kentucky life.
Billy Ray Taylor was outside getting water when he claimed to see a silvery object fly overhead and descend into the woods behind the house. He described it as having a rainbow-colored exhaust. That detail alone is fascinating because it doesn’t neatly fit the standard UFO template.
Billy Ray ran inside and told everyone. Predictably, no one believed him. Until about an hour later. The dog started barking. Lucky Sutton and Billy Ray went outside. And that’s when they saw it. A glowing humanoid figure about two and a half to three and a half feet tall.

According to witness descriptions:
Its head was oversized and round. No visible neck. No nose. Large glowing eyes. Thin mouth. Pointed ears extending above the head. Broad upper body. Spindly lower limbs. Oversized, clawed hands. Webbing between the fingers. And a metallic silver-blue shimmer.
Lucky and Billy Ray shot at it. Because of course they did. Apparently, the being flipped backward and ran off. Then another appeared at a side window. Shot at that one too.
Another approached the front door. Then one reportedly reached down from the roof overhang and grabbed Billy Ray’s hair. At which point more shooting occurred.
The creatures allegedly floated or bounced to the ground rather than falling normally. At this point, the whole family barricaded themselves inside while hearing movement and scratching on the roof.
Eventually, they fled to the Hopkinsville police station. And here’s the thing. All eleven of them went. Not one dramatic storyteller. Not one intoxicated cousin.
The whole damn family.
Police responded. Military police from Fort Campbell reportedly responded too. They found shell casings. Bullet holes. Evidence that a lot of shooting had happened. No creatures. No physical alien residue. No tiny silver corpse.
Nothing.
Then, after the authorities left, the entities allegedly returned. One reportedly appeared at Glennie Lankford’s bedroom window around 3:30 AM with its hand against the screen.
Watching her.
At daylight, the activity stopped.
Years later, I spoke with Glenda, one of the descendants.She was direct. According to her, her father deeply regretted ever reporting what happened. He wasn’t attention-seeking. He wasn’t trying to get famous. He was terrified. She said he described shooting at the beings and hearing the impact like hitting a tin can.
That’s such a specific sensory detail that it sticks with you. She also corrected the common “little green men” branding. They weren’t green. According to family accounts, they were bluish silver. The green branding happened later because Kelly is an Irish town and the festival organizers leaned into the aesthetic.
Branding ruins everything.
Glenda said her grandmother, a deeply religious woman who didn’t tolerate drinking, also witnessed one of the beings. That matters because the drunk-hillbilly-hallucination explanation has been the lazy go-to dismissal for decades. And yet no evidence of alcohol was found. No known history of elaborate deception. No obvious gain.
If anything, the family’s lives got worse.
People trespassed. Stole items from their home. Mocked them. Turned them into a local spectacle. Glenda said her grandmother sold the property within two weeks because she couldn’t take it anymore. That doesn’t sound like people basking in successful hoax glory.
One thing Glenda mentioned stuck with me. She said Fort Campbell personnel arrived with large trucks and blocked off the area. According to family lore, something was removed. No public documentation I’ve seen confirms exactly what, if anything, was recovered. Could be folklore accreting onto memory. Could be a misinterpretation. Could be something mundane. But it remains part of the story.
The deeper I get into paranormal research, the more I notice the same patterns appearing across UFO sightings, folklore encounters, psychic experiences, and hauntings. If that idea interests you, explore more of my articles on high strangeness, spirit communication, and paranormal investigation.











