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Posted by Kelly Whitt Jan 16, 2008 |
As a hardened skeptic, I don’t take much stock in UFO stories. As an adult I find stories of “paranormal” events to be humorous and entertaining. But I was not so amused back in 1985 on the side of a dark country road as a UFO hovered overhead.
What I remember about the event is that I don’t remember seeing the UFO at all. I was in the backseat of the car coming back from seeing a movie with my parents. It was summertime and already dark but not yet 10 pm.
We were well into the countryside when my parents mentioned a strange light moving above us. We turned off the highway onto a deserted country road. My parents were growing excited now, and they pulled over onto the gravel to get out and take a better look.
What I remember of the event was the adults standing on the road, talking excitedly and pointing upward. And I remember myself, huddling in the far corner of the car, terrified. I felt like I was under a spotlight because the only light on the ground was the one coming from the dome in the car. My parents had left their doors open and a dinging noise kept repeating this fact, drawing more attention to me in my bright cocoon. The car, parked on the side of the road, leaned toward the ditch and I allowed gravity to pull me into the furthest reaches of the interior, hoping that I would not be visible to any beings that were joyriding above us.
Eventually my parents returned to the car where my mother saw me and burst out laughing.
Twenty years later I would stumble across a report of this UFO sighting, which allowed me to fill in some of the blanks....