It was my day with the kids. At 9:45 PM, I took them back to where their mother lives in Greece, NY.
My oldest son was telling me a story. He'd seen something in the sky. Since we were fifteen minutes early, their mother wasn't home. I parked in the drive-way. We climbed out of the car. We stood on the lawn. Phil, the oldest, pointed toward south in the sky, toward the moon. He said he'd seen something big, bright, flying across the sky.
I believe in aliens. Hard not too. Outerspace is too open, too vast for me to believe that life only thrives on our one, insignificant planet.
Had I ever seen a UFO before?
Nope. Not until that night, that is.
Standing on the grass, Phil and Grant in front of me, Raeleigh on my right, we tried to follow Phil's finger as he pointed up at the night sky.
For some reason--no reason I can explain, or care to try to explain--we all ... yes, we all ... turned right. We turned right, and we looked up toward the north-west sky.
At that moment, that exact moment, something large and round, and flat -- not saucer shaped, but like the moon, or a plate, fell from the sky. It dropped fast, between the V-scope of two Maple tree tops.
I saw it. All four of us did. And all four of us gasped.
Phil swore the object was only hundreds of feet away.
Grant, Raeleigh and I believed the object was much further away--maybe not as far up as an airplane might fly, but farther than a few hundred feet up and away.
It didn't glow. It didn't have lights. Like I'd said, it was flat. Round. Off-white, kind of nicotine stained looking.
The thing didn't float.
What it did, if I can believe my eyes, is drop.
Drop, like it had been watching us search the sky for signs of UFO's, and when we turned, turned and saw it, it hid.
Sounds crazy. I feel crazy even writing it.
But it happened. Something had been in the sky. And when we discovered it, it dropped into hiding.
Whether hundreds of feet away, or thousands, it was there. I cannot deny this. Won't deny this.
We did not see aliens.
Nothing flashed. My car didn't turn on. Headlights didn't flicker.
What had we seen?
It may not have been some alien ship, but clearly, undeniably, it was something I would classify as a UFO, an unidentified flying object.
We've told friends. Family. No one believes us. Had my kids of come to me, I might not have believed them either. I'd have nodded, and would have believed that they believed in what they'd seen ... but that might have been all. The extent of my belief.
But I was there. I saw it. I have no idea what I saw. Just that it was something. Not a plane, not a shooting star. Not a kite. Not a weather balloon.
I know. I know. I write mystery novels. Horror stories. I use the supernatural to plot my tales. This, though it may seem, may sound like a gimmick, a writer stunt--I assure, it is not.
What I'd like to know is--how many of my readers have had similar, or for that matter, even unique encounters. What I'd like to know, to prove, is that my kids and I are not alone in our sighting.
Author of The Molech Prophecy