posted on Oct, 12 2012 @ 12:21 AM
This was over 15 years ago, but I still remember it so vividly. I will try to put into words, the night that changed my life.
I can't remember exactly how old I was, I believe I was 9 or 10 years old. I shared a room with my sister and slept on the top bunk.
I was suddenly awoken one night, for no apparent reason. I don't remember being "woken" up, I just remember waking up and staring towards the
window. You know how mini-blinds, or window coverings, have the string that pull them up, and the strings that run through them, are weaved through
the tiny holes down the length of the blinds? I was staring at one of the holes there.
I remember from the time I opened my eyes, there was a bright light, only visible through the tiny hole. I lied there for what felt like forever,
waiting on it to move. I have no idea how long I lay there staring. I first remember assuming it was a plane, but it never moved. I wondered if I was
dreaming, because I was felt almost compelled to continue to stare.
I knew this was the brightest star I had ever seen, since it still had not moved from it's original spot. This finally prompted me to get out of the
bed to get a better look.
I opened the blinds and my eyes went straight to the bright object. Still stationary, a bright "star like" object floated there.
I stared in amazed bewilderment. I remember being almost transfixed while just "watching" whatever it was I was seeing.
I watched it, for what must have been 15 more minutes, before it finally shot straight up and off to the right. Puzzled, I closed the window and got
back in the bed.
The next morning at breakfast, I told my mom and stepfather about the "Backwards, shooting star" I had seen late last night. I told them of how I
got out of bed, and how it disappeared by shooting up and over, but I knew it wasn't a plane or a star.
At first I don't think they were even paying much attention to what I was saying. They were brushing it off, as probably a plane, or a blimp. I
couldn't get the image out of my head. I was not a star watcher, or a wanna-be astronomer, but something felt different and I wanted to know what
could move as such or be that beautiful in the sky?
It is important to remember, by this age, I had not heard of UFO's, or Aliens, or anything of the such and had no idea what I had seen the night
I went to my room to draw a picture so that I could show to stepfather.
I sat drawing a number of images, but couldn't depict the shape. To this day, I cannot name the shape. I can only describe it, and I certainly can't
figure out how to draw it. I know with utmost certainty, that it was BRIGHT white, with one red light in the center-top. No light blinked, or flashed.
It just shined, in place, before moving upwards and outwards.
It was not discus shaped, nor was it the shape of a triangle. I don't know if it changed shapes, or was a combined shape. I have also wondered if the
brightness of the light blurred the shape.
When I brought the picture to my stepfather, he asked me was this what I had seen the night before? Asked me to re tell me how it moved?
When he left for work that day, he took my pictures to show a friend of his from work. When he returned home, his friend accompanied him.
They sat me down and asked me a million questions... I felt so bombarded, interrogated and a little intimidated. The questions were questions like
"What did you see? What did you hear? What did watch on TV that night? That week? Any new movies? Read any stories?" They went on and on.
Finally the question, "Do you know what an Alien is?" was asked. I had no clue what aliens were. I was showed a picture of an alien, a picture of a
UFO and asked had I seen these before? I hadn't. The UFO looked nothing like what I saw.
After the conversation was finished, they were certain I had seen a UFO. They then mentioned Art Bell. Told me to keep watching, and to always
I became obsessed with watching the skies.
My stepfather killed himself a year or so later. My mother was not someone I could talk to UFO's about. So, I relied on listening to Art Bell as much
as I could. It was my only connection to a world I knew nothing about.
15 years or more later, I still to this day have not seen another object like the one I saw that night. I watch, I listen, I observe, but nothing. I
found a strange obsession in things abnormal, weird, or conspiracy related.
Several thoughts have passed through my mind when I start thinking back to that night:
1) Why did I not grab a camera?
I believe at 9 or 10, we did have a disposable camera laying around, I am pretty sure we were not allowed to go grabbing it late at night, I wasn't
even supposed to be out of bed. But more than that, I don't think I could have taken my eyes off of it, even if I wanted to. I wasn't in shock, I
was just... amazed.
2) How close/high/far was it?
I am not sure at all, maybe right above tree line, or power lines, maybe a little higher, but significantly lower than a plane would be.
3) Could it have been a plane? Blimp? Weather balloon?
No. It stayed stationary, long enough for me to realize something was off, for me to get up and watch it for a bit. It then went straight up into the
air and zipped off to the right, disappearing. Stars fall down, planes fly straight, blimps are larger, moving objects.
4) Why/what/how was I suddenly "awoken"?
Again, I have no idea. I don't remember if I woke up, my eyes drifted off to the blinds and then I noticed it, or if when my eyes opened I was
already looking at the light through the blind hole.
Anyway, so that's my story. Told to select few who know me in real life. I think I have been scared to tell friends, for fear of mockery. UFO's are
not as openly accepted as one would think.
I find comfort in the fact I can share this with ATS members to not be mocked, (albeit, I am sure I may get trolled....)
If you have any input, I would love to hear from you!