So here’s a story where I, myself, never actually saw anything, but apparently there WAS something…
Background: I live less than 20 miles from an Air Force Base, less than 100 miles from Roswell, and less than 5 miles from an Indian reservation. My workplace is in a village about 15 miles further away from the reservation.
Several years ago (bear with me, it’s a long story), it was around 9 p.m. and my husband was backing my minivan up to allow his sister to pull into the space. He was so intent on watching his sister pull in that he neglected to see a tree branch which he backed into and shattered the rear window. Understandably annoyed and upset at himself, he was barking at our then-17-year-old son to help him clean out the glass in the back and tape plastic over the window since I need the van in the morning to drive to work. Our son kept saying, “Hey, Dad, look at that! What is that? Do you see it?” “Yeah, yeah, come on, let’s get this covered up, I don’t want to be out here all night!” (I wasn’t there; I heard about this conversation later on.) Our son later was disgruntled because Dad never looked up at the lights he was seeing in the sky, just rushed him to finish covering the van window.
The next morning, I drive to work and, on the way, the radio DJ was saying, “So did anyone else see the lights in the sky last night? Got some reports from the rez that some folks heading home after the pow-wow saw some weird lights in the sky.” He didn’t elaborate and moved on to the weather or something else, and I didn’t think about it anymore.
Three days later at work, I was working with a young woman who lived in the village and she was not her usual bubbly self. In fact, she seemed distracted and upset, almost on the verge of tears. I finally asked her what was wrong and she stopped what she was doing and said, “I didn’t want to talk about this, but I have to, and I know people are going to think I’m imagining things!” She then told me that three nights earlier, she and her husband were sitting on their front porch around 9 p.m. when they suddenly saw a group of lights rising above the mountain across from their home. The lights grew brighter and brighter, but there was no sound and they couldn’t see anything that might be causing the lights (an aircraft, for example). Then suddenly, the lights all took off and vanished into the night. She and her husband were quite shaken, but no one else on the street was around and it didn’t seem like anyone else had seen the lights.
That night I went home and told my husband and son about what my co-worker had said and then mentioned that the DJ had talked about it on the radio and I wondered if they were the same lights. Then my son said that THAT’S what he had seen, but his dad wouldn’t turn to look.
No idea what the lights were but we live near an Air Force base that had once housed the Stealth aircraft and there were still training exercises taking place almost on a daily basis. As far as I know, no one has ever found out what those lights actually were.