Location: Charlottesville, VA, USA
Duration: 5 minutes
No of observers: 1
Reported: 1999-02-17 00:00:00 Pacific
Posted: 1999-04-02 00:00:00
Characteristics: Lights on object, Left a trail
I have spoken of this to my friends, but have never wanted to explain this event to any organization such as yours for, I guess fear of being labelled if nothing else, and having it reflect on my future job opportunity or whatever, I don't know. Why I want to tell someone now is beyond me.
This is not a b.s. story. I imagine you get many, even that open with the same line. I do not question whether it really happened because it wasn't something I just saw, but it had a physiological effect on me that I somehow subverted its purpose (I will explain), and I even felt that I had some kind of telepathic communication with. Please forgive runon sentences, but it is easier to just run with it because at first I thought that I didn't want to waste my time writing it for fear that the written account would loose how I would recall the event verbally because there is no doubt that when I tell the experience it is more meaninful due to whatever it is that makes verbal incantation actually take you there again and visualize and feel it all. I will however try to be inclusive as possible so you can do what you will with the data. I can't remember the year exactly, definitely not the month or the day. I do know however that I was having a good semester and it was warm outside which leads me to thinking it was the spring of 1990 or 1991, making me about 21 or 22 at the time. I lived at mom's house then and my bed was situated such that my head was directly below the window. The window had one of the first model of storm windows that were marketed about 20 years ago which I think is significant because it was partly responsible for waking me up at I don't know what time but it had to be between 1:30 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. I woke up because the window was vibrating and I heard a sound coming from somewhere. I gathered my senses enough to really wonder what the hell that low humming sound was, I for a second thought it was a semi tractor trailor idling out in the street of our neighborhood, but I knew the sound could not be that. So I sit up to look out the window and can't really see anything, but I know that from whatever the sound is coming it is close by. So I stand up and feel kind of like I'm hazy-sleepy, like when you fight getting out of bed in the morning, stand up and feel kind of a head rush, sort of. But I AM very aware at this point, just going against some resistance. I walk out onto the deck behind our house that is directly attached to my room. I look left, down the street, to the house where the Mort family used to live before the people that live there when this event occurred. I can't remember their names now, Lothman maybe, but they had two little children and we practically never saw them in the several years they lived there. It is a good sized house about 250 yards down the street, sitting up on a hill, a three story house that really sticks up from where it sits. Above that house, I saw it instantly, was the space ship. It was saucer shaped I guess, but not pointy. Shit wish I could draw it for you. Since I can't...it was fucking big, but not too big. The house I'm guessing is 60-70 feet wide looking at it from the front which I was, and the ship was at least 50 feet wider, and I'm guessing about 30-40 feet thick. It looked like a fat saucer, like you take a rubber ball, the size of a tennis ball, and squeeze it by pressing it on a table untill it is 3 to 4 times longer than wide, but with a slight bevel leading up to the center consol on top. The top and bottom were distinct. It was hovering about 20 feet directly their house. It was definitely using caution because it had all its lights off except for a row or two that were very dimmed, all the way around, plus up at the Cabin I gues! s for lack of any better word. I could not see it doing anything. I did know that the sound was coming from the ship. And when I stood there staring at it for about 1.5 minutes I could really tune in the sound and feel it stronger now that I realized it was really there. What I felt was that it was very low frequency, and it had an almost intoxicating effect on me. I thought that this is what they are using as method to ensure that everyone in the neighborhood remains sleeping. Especially since it was actually quite a soothing feeling, such that I now realize that I was just standing there staring at this thing for 3 or 5 minutes just amazed and nothing else. Then I realized that they knew I was looking at them. And I remember thinking to myself and to them, "I don't care what you're doing here, just please don't do anything to me." Then the craft raised up silently above the house about 100 feet, then it just took off like you would expect from an advanced ufo. So fast that it just left a streak. When it left on two vectors. First to the right slightly, up and away for about an inch of streak, then back slightly to the left and straight away at an upward angle out of the atmosphere I imagine leaving a big streak. I have no other evidence than this story. I would certainly like to investigate that family who lived in the house the ufo was over. This is the only written version of this event, although I have told a handful of people over the years since it happened. You can call me for a drawing if you want. I'm no artist but I can try. Thanks for your interest. Let me know if this experience is worth anything, I would appreciate the kickback. But don't get me wrong I am honest to God writing this as it happened to me, and its certainly not for any other motivation other than to present the story to someone who will actually find it yet another piece of evidence to support that there really are ufos. I guess I have to believe there are. I just hope to God there is never an Independence Day. Thank you.
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