- Fri Sep 11, 2009 12:36 am
#24669
The second of my two UFO stories
When my family moved from Peru back to the United States, in the early 60s when I was 12 years old or so, we settled in my mother's home state of Mississippi. I was very confused by American society but tried to fit in. I didn't like football and didn't understand why American schools placed so much emphasis on the sport and on "school spirit," but I decided to go to a school football game just to see what it was about. Instead of one of the blue ribbons that had the school's mascot--an owl--printed on it along with a slogan to support the team, I decided to go the extra yard, demonstrate just how much school spirit I had although a newcomer, and made my own little badge to pin on my shirt for the game, composed of a piece of white cardboard cut out and marked up like a football, with an origami owl I made myself, glued to a blue circle in the center (blue and white were the school colors).
The day of the game my mother drove me to and dropped me off at the stadium in this medium sized town next to a tall levee keeping out the waters of a flooding Mississippi River. She would pick me up after the game was over. My homemade school-spirit pin drew some odd stares. When something apparently good happened in the confusion down on the playing field, my schoolmates would yell loudly. It took me a while--and a few more odd stares--to realize that my copycat loud vocalization was somehow wrong, that the other kids were actually saying a word or two instead of just making a loud noise in their throat like I was doing.
The game proceeded, I continued to be confused and subjected to odd stares, and it thankfully eventually ended. The stadium emptied as crowds of people drove off. My mother was nowhere in sight. Finally the remaining few people left and I was all alone except for one man who was closing up the stadium. He turned off the glaring brilliant arrays of lights, locked up the stadium and asked me if I was OK--I said "yes, my mother's going to pick me up in a few minutes"--and left.
I was alone. The noise had given way to a profound silence and a pitch black sky. (Am I writing dramatically enough?) I waited. Minutes passed. Suddenly I felt like I was being stared at--in a different way than my schoolmates had stared at me during the football game--and seemed to feel more than hear a weird low sound. The air seemed energized. I turned around, looked upward and saw a gigantic aircraft, hovering in the air about 40-50 feet from the ground, tilted toward me. It was circular with convex top and bottom, visible as a blacker black than the very black night sky. Around the equator of the craft were round red lights, or rather, round areas that made the air near them glow red, since there was no apparent source of the light on the craft itself.
This aircraft hovered and bobbed quickly and erratically, as though it were the greatest difficulty imaginable to hold still in one place. Then it slowly began to move horizontally, and as soon as it began to move in a particular direction, its movement became smooth with none of the shaking it was exhibiting before. It moved faster and faster and then, seeming to double its speed every second, soon vanished out of sight over the horizon.
My mother showed up about 15 minutes later and drove me home.
Some weeks passed (perhaps 6-8 weeks) and one day my grandmother's new Reader's Digest caught my eye because of the acronym UFO on the cover. This issue had a condensed report from the newly published book, Incident at Exeter (Exeter, New Hampshire). I opened the magazine to read the article, and was shocked at the artist's rendition from eyewitness accounts of the UFOs that were seen by quite a few witnesses in New Hampshire, more than one and a half thousand miles away, because it looked exactly like the craft I had seen at the football stadium.
-Steve
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