Location: Springfield, IL, USA
Duration: <5 minutes
No of observers: 1
Reported: 2020-04-28 18:51:46 Pacific
Posted: 2020-06-25 00:00:00
Characteristics: Lights on object, Aura or haze around object
Close up with a UFO
I’ve decided to write down my story after listening to Peter on the Richard Dolan show where they had admonished people for never writing down their UFO stories.
This is my story.
I was 22 years old and lived in my home town of Springfield, Illinois. I worked in a local grocery store and had finished my 3 to 11 shift and heading home. It was a weeknight as I recall and I had nothing to do, so I decided to grab a couple of beers and go for a drive in the country.
Keep in mind that at this time, I had no interest in UFO’s and rarely considered them. If you were to have asked me about them I would have shrugged off the question and considered it strange.
I don’t remember the date because this happened so long ago, but the year was 1979, late October or early November. The leaves were off the trees, it was seasonably cool and the corn stubble left after the harvest in the fields had yet to be soaked and laid down by snow.
The county roads in central Illinois at this time of night were completely deserted and at the time, the area I was driving in was sparsely developed and only a few lights from windows in a few houses could be seen. It was an overcast, moonless night and it was very dark.
I was heading west on a very familiar road, away from town. I saw ahead of me, maybe a mile or less, three very bright lights suspended low above the ground, in a triangular configuration, motionless. My first thought was that I was looking at a helicopter with search lights, but that idea quickly evaporated as I neared the spectacle. It was just a matter of a few seconds before I was upon them. I looked out into the adjacent field and marveled at how brightly these lights illuminated a field of corn stubble. A shimmering blue-white light that lit the ground like nothing I had ever seen.
I noted these lights still above me and to the right. There was a crossroads at that spot and I turned right and stopped to get a better look.( My intense curiosity and utter amazement must have pushed away any other thoughts, fear or self preservation). As soon as I did, the lights went off. I looked up out of my windshield and I could see hovering above me a large object. It was close enough I could have hit it with a underhand toss of a rock. I noticed the object had a convex bottom and had a shimmering brushed metal appearance reflecting the light of my headlights. It had a bluish color like some metals take on when exposed to extreme heat. There were two bright red lights on the side of the craft, shaped like thin, foot long tubes laid almost end to end, but aside each other with their ends touching side to side. These lights blinked alternately in one or two second intervals. I could tell ( I think) the object was rotating in place because of the slow arch they were ma! king above my car.
Again, in utter fascination, I set the brake and got out of my car and stood by the door to get a closer look. Amazingly, without a sound, the object had vanished. I looked across the darkened field and could see, barely, maybe a hundred yards away, the outline of a craft sitting above a windrow of trees. The shape was like two dinner plates, one up, one down with a cheesecake ring between. It was barely back lit by the lights of town on the horizon behind it. I watched as it slowly lowered itself behind the windrow and as it did, without putting of any light of its own, illuminated the ground and trees around it with a dim yellow glow, as if it were somehow irradiating the objects around it. I then watched it take off from behind the windrow, back across the road I was just on at incredible speed, again, without a sound.
I stood there for a moment, awestruck. That’s when I began to formulate what I just saw in my mind, and decided get away from there as fast as possible.
I’ve only told this story to a few people, including my wife of 30 years. I don’t believe she or any of the others I’ve told ever believed me.
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