It was a hot August night, and my little family was headed home from a party at a friends lake house way out in the country. We left much later than we should have and started the long drive home. The trees lining the road were so tall, when you looked up, only a ribbon of stars was visible. Our drive was fun and we laughed and sang with the radio to our son as he cooed and babbled from the back seat. I joked about seeing Bigfoot, we live in the Pacific Northwest, the land of Bigfoot, serial killers and the occasional UFO.
The road stretched into the darkness with only our headlights to guide us. It was oppressively dark and we hadn’t seen lights or signs of life for a few miles. When we saw the brilliance of a glitter ball in the distant tree line, it took us by surprise. Such a strange and surreal sight, hanging in the trees. Once, on a camping trip we chose a secluded campsite so our noise wouldn’t disturb anyone. What a surprise to be woke in the night by a spectacular Pride rave raging through the night. The rave was in a campsite about half a mile down the road and it was quite a spectacle. So, the idea of a glitter ball hanging in the woods was not out of the question.
Even so, how often do you see a thing like that? We had to see it up close, and the closer we got the more uneasy I felt. Something was wrong. I mean really wrong, and then came the realization. For us to see it hanging in the trees so far away, it had to be enormous. As we approached we could see it floating above the trees, glittering and spinning silently in the dark. It flashed brilliant colors like a light source was shining directly on it, and yet there was no light. At first I thought it was the size of the Seattle’s Post Intelligencers globe, but it was much, much bigger. I was overcome with terror, awe, and a strange sense of violation. Except, I felt like we interrupted It.
It was something we should never have seen.
We drove away as fast as possible. No matter how fast and far we drove it stayed with us. It shot streams of bright light into the darkness like feelers, as it skimmed over the trees just above us. Whatever interest we had turned to fear and loathing and the drive felt endless. It kept pace with us for what felt like an eternity and we started to think it might be inescapable. Finally, it spun away into the night. It was a huge relief when we merged onto the highway, leaving it behind us.
A giant beam of light hadn’t tried to suck us into the orb. There was no time loss or disorientation. We thought we’d escaped safely.
The next morning I went to the car looking for something. The roof of the car had been scorched in several places. Not dramatically, but definitely marked. I couldn’t breath for a moment and once again I was terrified. What could it mean, could “It” or “They” find us? I went into the house and told my husband what had happened.
Who could we talk to? Who would believe us? I really needed and explanation. I spent days watching videos of UFO footage on YouTube. I know, not the most creditable source of information, but it was all I had to work with. How could someone hoax the thing we saw in the woods? Why would anyone do that? I finally found a video of the orb hanging in the sky above a city in Brazil. It was exactly like the one we’d seen in the woods.
I thought we would be safe at home, because, the thought of that thing hovering over our house was absurd. In the video footage, however, the orb had been hovering above a city. Maybe, it was looking for someone. I hated to think that might be the case. So I tried not to think about it.
I had to talk to someone else because I was losing my mind. I finally told a close friend. She listened quietly, and in turn, she told me her story. When she was 16 her family lived in the country, a few miles from everything. One night bright lights appeared in the nearby woods. When the flashing streaks of light came close to her house, it woke her. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t call for help, her mind went blank with terror, and she blacked out. It happened more than once, but she didn’t know how often. She didn’t think anyone would believe her, so she put it behind her and never spoke about it to anyone. Until I told her my story.
Time flew and we did our best to resume life as if nothing had happened. It was a lovely warm evening at the end of May, and we had dined outside. The sunset was gorgeous and you could almost hear the sun sizzling as it hit the ocean. Everything felt good and right, until I woke in the early morning hours to the flashing lights. A storm had developed overnight, and wind and rain lashed at our house. Thunder and lightning banged and flashed in the sky, but was not the source of the flashing lights. “It” had arrived cloaked in the storm. I was paralyzed by fear, or maybe something else. I couldn’t make a sound, and I struggled to move. I couldn’t turn my head to look at my husband but I suspected he was in the same state. I must have blacked out. When I woke I ran to our son. He was safe in his crib, perfect and beautiful, sleeping like an angel.
So, “It” had found us.
Years have passed and nothing has occurred since that night, nothing we can remember. Nothing we want to remember. Would it matter if we could? Whoever or whatever they are they came a great distance to their purpose.
All things considered, I’d rather not know.