I'm an adult now. Been that way for awhile now. As I got older, I realized that I had this secret lingering there in the back of my mind. I tried to forget, but there is just no forgetting what I saw and experienced. Last year, I started talking.
In early September the leaves rustled green on the trees. My parents had gone out to get some groceries after work. They had been hesitant to leave me alone, but as I got older they were a little more willing.
Let me set this up a little bit. We lived on the north slope of the tallest hill in our county and probably this part of the state. There was a huge radio tower on the peak of the hill that rose probably 400 to 500 feet into the air. No air craft were allowed anywhere near the tower and our house was located even further down the hill.
That day I had the TV on, but something felt off. I turned the mute on and listened. Pictures on the walls shook, but didn't rattle. An earthquake? This is the Midwest. Earthquakes happen, but not on same level as other parts of the world.
We had a big sliding glass door on the second floor, but the deck had yet to be built. Instead we were accustomed to pulling the door open, gripping the moulding on the inside of the door and adjusting the TV antenna as needed. (Yes, we had to do those things back in the old days.)
Trying to locate the humming sound - and feeling - I opened the sliding door and leaned out. Nothing on this earth could have prepared me for what I saw. It defied the laws of known physics. Enormous metal objects with no wings and no rotating blades are not supposed to, you know, float, almost silently over your head.
Just above the trees an enormous black, cigar-shaped, metallic object slowly throbbed in a westerly direction. By "enormous" I mean the front end had a diameter of 75 to 100 feet. Diffused red lights lined the sides. The outside was some kind of metal, but looked more flat than shiny. Light did not reflect on the surface, instead all light absorbed into the metal skin. I saw no real doors or windows.
It took a very long time for the object to pass overhead. My body went numb. There were no wings, propellers, just an intense throbbing sensation. How? How? I didn't even know what to think.
At some point I must have closed the sliding glass door and ran to my room downstairs. I climbed into the back of my closet and hid under a blanket. After a little bit the throbbing sound went away, but I didn't get out of the closet. Instead I shook, stunned by what I witnessed. I knew no one would believe me if I told them. When my parents arrived home a short time later, I didn't say a word about whatI had seen. It took me years to get to that point.
Last year my nephews were very interested in UFOs and they were looking them up on the Internet. There among the descriptions, I saw drawings and photos of other objects that looked very similar to what I had seen. Their UFOs were from a distance, mine hummed over the top of me no more that 40 feet above my head.
For the first time in twenty years I talked about what I had seen. They wanted to know every detail and I even drew them a picture. We didn't have the Internet when I was growing up. I'd never heard of cigar-shaped UFOs, only saucers. When word got out, my mom told me that my uncle and grandpa had seen a cigar-shaped UFO in the skies above Detroit years ago. My own father had seen a triangular-shaped UFO in the skies once. I felt a lot less alone.
Last year I had the opportunity to speak to a Ufologist, one-on-one. He encouraged me to talk about what I had seen. And so I did. At his presentation on UFOs I met a past president of MUFON, the Mutual UFO Network, and told him of my experience. "That is a significant event," he said.
In more ways than one.
Jet
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