Monday, April 25, 2011
(U) Unidentified Flying Object
There is a personal story I like to share with people - after they get to know me. Otherwise. telling strangers that I've seen a UFO, puts me right there in the same category as old cat ladies, paranoid schizophrenics, and conspiracy theorists.
The evening of the extra-terrestrial event isn't something I think about all the time, but it is tucked away in my memory- nearly as fresh as the day it happened...
One spring evening, my son and I drove into town to pick my daughter up from work. It was a clear night and around 9:00. By 9:30 we were all heading back home, chatting and laughing as we made our way down our country road.
Suddenly we all noticed a bright light that seemed to hang in the distance directly above our house.
"Helicopter?" I wondered.
"Is that an airplane, Mom?' the kids asked.
"I have no idea," I said, as we got closer.
It looked like one of those spotlights you see on helicopters as they chase criminals through city streets. It was bright and white and hovering above the treetops.
I pulled into the driveway and the kids freaked out.
"Don't what?" I asked, "It's just a light. We'll find out what it is. Run and get your dad."
Of course, jumping out of the car in a panic wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but perhaps staying in the vehicle and risking the chance of being "beamed up" wasn't such a wise choice either.
My husband was alerted -and while he was putting on his shoes, my two kids and I stood in the driveway and watched as the light disappeared. Then immediately above us was a large black triangle, about tree height and perfectly silent. It seemed to float in the sky effortlessly and headed south.
My husband made it out to the driveway about the time that it disappeared over the treetops. He saw a vague shape in the sky, but no real details.
So, once safely inside the house, he made us all go to separate rooms and draw a picture of what we saw. He's like that. Very systematic and analytical. It was important that we got our stories straight.
Even to my surprise, we all drew the same arrowhead-shaped object. Black- with a few colored lights. Of course, we were seeing the underside, or belly, of this craft. I'd say it was about as big as a baseball field.
My husband made several phone calls to ask if there were any experimental planes in the area or helicopters performing neighborhood surveillance.
No, there wasn't.
And everyone we spoke to had the attitude of : Lay off the whiskey and dope and the little green men will go away."
One contact that we made about our sighting must have been taken seriously. Because a few years later while my daughter was browsing a bookstore, she came across this book:
(This is just a photo of it. You really can't click to look inside. Available at Amazon)
On page 31 you can read a brief description of our encounter.
The strange thing is, I wasn't scared. I always yell at those people in the movies that just stand around and wait for some creature to zap them with a beam of light and kidnap them for torturous experiments. But I just stood there and watched as this black boomerang floated above our head in the night sky.
So, that's my story. Not nearly as exciting as E.T. or Close Encounters or The Day the Earth Stood Still, but just interesting enough to make a good conversation on a dark night.
We still sometimes tease my husband that the aliens got to him before we arrived home that night- that he was abducted and fit with some type of implant device-
....especially when he is being uncharacteristically nice.
"UFO's are back, huh, Mom?" they smile.
Posted by Rae Frazier