You know those times when someone tells you a story about when they saw a ghost or a UFO or a Yeti or some shit?

You look at this person and think to yourself “Holy shit, I had no IDEA they were batshit crazy”.

Okay, maybe YOU don’t, but I do.

I don’t want to, but c’mon, ghosts and UFOs and yetis? Oh, I’ll listen, because they are usually entertaining. I might even throw in a “Wow, that is really freaky”, but honestly, I’m kinda back peddling and wondering if they were dropped on their head as a baby and if I should hide the kitchen knives.

HAHAHAH. No. Hiding the kitchen knives would not be necessary, I haven’t had a sharp knife in my house for years. We buy cheap knives, which means they stay sharp on the car ride home after which time they are suitable for a DIY baby mobile. The only time they are dangerous is if you use one of them to try to pry apart frozen pork chops and accidentally put the tip nearly all the way through your finger.

I got better.

The point is, MOST people I know have a creepy or inexplicable story to tell and I always take those stories with a massive grain of salt. I think they may have been experimenting with mushrooms, something I wish I would have tried at least ONCE in my youth or they are pulling my leg or, back to my original statement, they are WAY more crazy than I suspected.

With all that said, here it goes: I saw a UFO.

I did.

My baby boy was actually still a baby, so this would have been around the Summer of 1999. We lived in a condo in Northern Kentucky that backed up to some woods.

I happened to be looking out the window one evening after dark and it took my brain a few seconds to register what it was seeing. By the time I actually worked out that what I was seeing wasn’t supposed to be there, the best I could say was (and I’m paraphrasing, it was a long time ago) “What the hell IS that? What…did you…fuck. Look at that”.

My husband and my older son saw the tail end of it. And they teased the SHIT out of me for the rest of the night.

What I saw, moving very slowly through the tree line were lights. Orange and green. They were big and whatever they were attached to was HUGE.  I could actually see this string of lights for at least 5 to 6 seconds.

I took my lumps from hubs and son and the next morning I had honestly forgotten about it. Or at least wasn’t thinking about it as I drove to work in downtown Cincinnati. THEN…on the radio…the news came on.

“Lights were reported being seen over FIVE states”.

HA! TAKE THAT Randy and Zach. I DID TOO see something.

I didn’t mind so much that I had to accept it was at least POSSIBLE there was a UFO close to my house. I was WAY more excited about the ‘In Your Face’ factor.

As I recall, they explained it as ‘space junk’ entering our atmosphere.

I’m not a rocket scientist…but I would think that shit falling to earth from space wouldn’t travel parallel to the ground at a slow rate of speed in a uniform fashion.

I was an IT consultant at the time and I when I got to the office, I saw the IT director and said ‘You are NOT going to believe what I saw last night”.

Before I could say anything else, he says “I saw it, too”.

He saw the same lights I did. The reason he saw it was because his friend who lived on the West side of Cincinnati called him and told him to go outside. The IT  guy lived on the East side of Cincinnati. My house was probably at least 30 miles from his.

The reason his friend called was because he actually saw a structure, not just lights. He said it was easily the size of a football field.

My first thought? “Bullshit. His friend is NUTS”.

Here I was, telling a man what I had seen, he saw the SAME thing, yet I didn’t completely believe him and I really didn’t believe his friend.

Why?

Because I was afraid to believe it? I don’t think so. Nothing about that whole incident scared me, I was more curious and fascinated, but not afraid.

I’m not sure what I saw. I know I saw SOMETHING. Do I think it was a flying space craft from another world? Fuck no. I don’t believe in that shit. But am I completely sure of that? No..I’m really not. I don’t know every fucking thing. How could I?

Do we see odd things and then shut them down because it’s easier? Do we just not trust our own eyes and brains? Or do we go ahead and accept what we see at face value and run the risk of looking like we spend our spare time in the deep end of the crazy pool?

So fess up, leave me a comment and tell me about the weird shit you’ve seen. I LOVE these stories.

I probably won’t believe it, though.