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Sure. Why not
Myself and friend Brian were the youngest of a group of boys that went into the nearby woods in mid-July of 1973 to camp and party. I remember it was
shorty after the 4th as we had some fireworks to light off, along with ample beer and food.
The other boys were in their late teens. Brian's older brother agreed to let us hang and party with them. There were around a dozen people all told,
not an unusual size for a weekend overnight party.
Each of us had told our parents we were staying over with someone else, a common ploy when we camped overnight. The spot was less than 1/2 mile from
home, in a densely wooded area bordered by developed streets on three sides and a creek on the forth. There were rope swings and stuff like that along
the creek. The woods were intersected by trails that we had formed from years of riding our mini bikes back there.
The party spot was in a large stand of pines, well protected from wind, and had two large holes dug where kegs of beer were transported back on Radio
Flyer wagons along with ice. I don't recall whether there was a keg there that night or just bottles.
The firepit area was surrounded by felled large logs for seats, some crudely carved with hatchets into chair shapes.
At one point, after midnight, one of the older boys said something akin to "what's that?...looks like another fire burning deeper into the woods".
Thinking perhaps another rival group had invaded "our" woods and were partying, a group of us got up and walked/stumbled through the woods towards the
flickering light. Brian and I at the front. No flashlights. Most were fairly inebriated.
As we got closer and were walking out of the pine area, it became clearer that the light was not at ground level. As we came out of the dense pines
into an area of old growth trees, we saw an ball of light, perhaps 6-8 feet in diameter, slowly and completely silently floating through the woods,
just under treetop level. It was wobbling slightly as it weaved it's way along.
As I stood there slackjawed I remember clearly Brian's older brother and several others now coming directly onto the scene and freaking out. I men
totally freaking out. The noise from that group grew from a murmur as the got closer to shout and yelling "what in the # IS that thing?" "Jesus..what
is it?" and such. One kid was on his knees crying I remember.
As they were shouting out to each other, the ball stopped moving slowly away and starting vibrating I recall. At least I thought it was vibrating as
the image was blurred and there was a loud humming noise. THAT triggered several others who were freaking to yell out and run away.
At that time the ball started heading back in the direction it came from, back towards out group. Still vibrating and humming. I grabbed Brian and we
dove behind a thick bunch of bushes and hit the deck. You could hear others tearing away through the woods uncontrolled, screaming. The ball of light
didn't seem to notice Brian and I and followed the group of kids that were bolting back towards our camp area.
After a minute, the ball stopped humming and started back to floating quietly along, coming right back towards where Brian and I lay hidden.
It floated right past us and while looking up at it I remember having to look t it between fingers of a hand held up to be able to discern any real
details. It was that bright! As it continued through the trees, now further along, we got up and started to follow it. It cam to Mud Brook, the creek
we knew well and then turned and went down along the creek a ways and then across the creek into the next section of woods. As Brian and I came out by
the creek to where we saw it clearly and there was nothing between it and ourselves, it once again started the humming and shaking and headed towards
We ran back a bit along a trail that runs along the creek, and once out of sight of it, we waded into the creek and hid under brush along the bank. We
never saw it come back, so after a few minutes climbed out and walked slowly to where we had last seen it. There it was, further along now, now
crossing an open area by a Gun Club where skeet shooting was done. Not wanting to be seen again, we hung further back, just keeping it in sight.
Eventually, it came out towards an abandoned apple orchard that ran alongside a fairly main road. It emerged from the woods and started doing circles
around the old gnarly apples trees.
At this time Brian excitedly announced to me that he was going to run home and get his Dad. I told him that I wished he would stay, but he bolted and
I could see him skirting the edge of the orchard, behind the old fencing that surrounded it.
It seemed like forever (1/2 mile each way to Brian's house...and remember it's nearly 1am by this time...and we weren't supposed to be out camping)
but Brian and his Dad came out of the woods behind me. His Dad was pissed off that Brian had lied and started right away to threaten to tell my
parents as well when he first saw the all of light, still wandering around the trees, now further down in the orchard, perhaps 50 yards away. I walked
with him along the fence until it was MUCH closer and again, it started with the noise and vibration. When that happened Brian's Dad freaked out, used
some colorful language, grabbed Brian and I by the arms and started to try to pull us away from it.
At that moment, the noise was gone and we looked at the ball. It then shot straight up into the sky, and sat high enough that it looked like n
incredibly bright star. We all just stood there stunned, then there was a flash of light and the ball seemed to break into two objects. One the
whitish ball and the other a red ball. As soon as they separated, the white light shot straight up, leaving a trail, and the red object floated down
beyond the horizon, looking like a leaf falling as it floated down, tipping left to right.
We walked most of the way to Brian's house in silence. When we got there he said it was OK for me to spend the night (it's where I was supposed to be)
and we begged him to call the police. He did. The police admitted receiving several calls about weird light, but basically asked him "what do you want
us to do about it?"
This was never again mentioned between our group of friends. That area was abandoned pretty much by all of us after that.
Fast forward to several years ago. I was sitting after work at a local tavern having a beer and dinner when a guy approached me. "Dan Byers?" he
asked...yep..that's me. Sorry I don't recognize you.
It was Brian. He bought me a beer. We had not spoken since HS graduation in 1978.
We talked about our lives, and how both of us had son's playing high-level baseball. It was nice.
But you KNOW what was on my mind....ALL that was on my mind.
So I dropped the bomb. "brian, do you ever think about that night in the woods behind Kreigers?" (a local ranch market located on a corner near the
"What?' was his reply. I repeated myself, stating that surely he remembered that night, as it was so important to me.
"I'd rather not talk about it" was his response.
I pushed it more and started talking about it and what I remembered.
He said loudly "I told you I didn't want to talk bout it!" and stormed away and left the tavern.
That's pretty much it. Like I said, I filled out a MUFON report way back. It's funny how sitting here hammering the keyboard to write this makes me
feel funny! Kinda cathartic. Really
edit on 25-11-2018 by DanByers because: (no reason given)