Multi colored lights
As a little girl all of 8 or 9, now 63 years young, I awoke from a deep sleep one night. On my way out to the outhouse, we didn't have indoor plumbing in those days and it was to warm of a night to use the WC(WC=water closet..basicly a closet inside the house with a bucket where one could do thier business at night), I saw some multi colored flashing lights reflected off the trees on the other side of the house.
I ran around the house to see if it was something on fire. As I rounded the corner I froze in my tracks, bare feet and all. In the sky, about the height of our large oak tree and almost as wide, was three pyrimid shaped objects. Hanging in the air in a triangle formation. Not really flying, just floating there.
They were silent. They looked somewhat fuzzy around the edges, not really sharp like the edges of a counter top, but more rounded and hard to define. Part of this, I believe, was due to the bright colors coming off of them. Every 15-10 seconds they would all three change colors. Yellow, to gold, to green, to blue, to red, and suprising light violet color.
After about a minute of me standing there watching them, my older sister came out and stood there holding my hand watching them with me. I guess I had woke her up when I had gotten up myself. We re-acted to this as some grand treat. We had heard of fireworks, but had never actually seen them ourselfs. I remember thinking that these things might be fireworks that got away from someone in town. Living out in the coutry, far from anyone and a half a days horse ride from town, left one to think of these things as a kid.
Of course now I know that they were not fireworks, but in actually some sort of UFO activity.
We stood there laughing at them changing colors for about 15 minutes in total. They then sent dark, well not really dark but almost as if the light they gave off was a deep black. The shapes could still be made out, but they started to move off into the heavens. I would like to say they zoomed away, but really it was more like they blended into the night sky as they went up, until you could no longer see them.
My sister and I yelled at them to come back, but it did no good. We looked many another night for them to return to our house on the hill, in the country, in southern Kentucky. But we never saw them again. Our parents thought we had just had a dream, so we had to stop talking about it or face thier ire. Many years a go after having families of our own, we sat down one night and recalled that night and passed it on to our children, in hopes they would some day meet with open wonder what opened our hearts and minds so many years before.
W. A. - Lousiville, Kentucky
Posted: Thursday 21st April 2005, 10:20 PM
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