A few nights ago, I noticed a light that seemed to be reflecting from the sky on the pond. It would move around a bit, but from my viewpoint at the backdoor of my home and from the kitchen window, the source of the light could have been hidden behind one of the large White Willow trees surrounding the pond.
The night before, while lying with my daughter to get her to sleep, we heard a strange noise outside of her bedroom window. I told my daughter that it was probably just the dog — my little shadow, who was lying right next to the bed —, or possibly the outdoor cats roaming around in the small flower bed below the window. However, the timing seems to be too much of a coincidence, because when my daughter put her sleep mask on, she abruptly pulled it away from her eyes again then said, “Mom … I can see blue and red lights when I close my eyes.” My daughter is only seven-years-old, and she had not heard me talking about the lights that were seen outside near the pond.
After she fell asleep, I went to stand by the backdoor for a while. This is not an oddity, as I do this often. The night was incredibly clear. Two lights slowly started to move across the sky. It seemed as if one of the lights was following the other; one had a very fluid pace while the other, the one behind it, seemed to pulse or move in small bursts. Their light was nearly identical to those around them, about the size of the other stars in the sky. The only thing that made them noticeable was their movement.
I thought about the possibility of drones. Then, an airplane or some aircraft with flashing lights came across the sky, and the lights I had been watching dimmed and disappeared as it approached. There were several more lights that appeared that night in the same area of the sky, and the light in the pond also returned, slowly creeping across the pond until it reached the very edge closest to our home.
Earlier in the night, before starting my daughter’s bedtime routine, I sat on the back steps outside to skywatch for a few moments. I could have sworn that a small shadow darted across the neighbor’s lawn, behind our row of mature, crowded cypress trees, then again beneath a tree close to the area where the light later appeared in the pond.
On this night, it felt as though they were testing me, trying to see how much they could reveal of themselves without frightening me. While it all seems so fantastical, I hold room for skepticism of the supernatural in place of some human prank … some sort of human technology that has yet to be disclosed to the public, maybe?
The jet trails in the daytime sky have been abundant lately, so one day recently, I decided to try and communicate with them. I asked them to leave breaks in their trails, as if some sort of broken line. (Much like this — — — —) Within minutes, it did. That was the moment that I decided to journal all of these things.
I went to bed that night without fear. I hardly remember going to sleep. When I woke up, however, I felt groggy. Two of my toenails were missing polish. (It was the same toe on each foot.) While this seems irritatingly laughable, I would like to point out that the polish is gel-based and generally requires to be soaked off with nail polish remover before removing — and neither was missing polish the night before.
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This ends the first journal entry. Little did I know that I would, in fact, see more of the shadow figures darting around the property line soon, or that I would capture the lights on video as they danced around in the night sky.
Stranger Than Fiction 