Strange Encounter

Posted: January 23, 2008

This account isn't a recent occurrence, it happened several years ago. And it didn't happen to me, but to my brother. My older brother, who's about as down to earth and sober minded as any person I've ever known.

One warm and moonlit summer's eve, the shores of the great Atlantic hosted a handful of teenage boys as they strolled together, intent on enjoying a weekend of fun, sun, camping and salt water fishing.

As they meandered along the shoreline, talking & laughing among themselves, all observed a group of very bright lights on the eastern horizon. Someone even pointed them out and made mention of the "fishing boat" in the distance, perhaps a shrimping trawler scooping up a final, twilight haul. This was nothing unusual for the area and the boys continued walking, the lights remaining stationery and slowly moving behind them as they continued northward.

A good while later, someone in the group called everyone's attention to the fact that one of the lights had separated from the others and was charging westward and in toward the beach at an incredible rate of speed.

"My God!" my brother remembered someone saying, "whoever's driving that thing is about to run it straight aground!"

They all stood still and stared in disbelief as this foolhardy captain was obviously about to crash his boat straight into the ocean floor while traveling at a tremendous rate of speed.

But only yards offshore, much too close in for a sea~going vessel to navigate without striking bottom, and without the speed of the craft diminishing at all, the object made an unbelievable 90 degree turn and continued racing along the shoreline in the direction the boys had been walking.

As the light sped along the shoreline, the water, the beach, the sand dunes and everything it passed was being lighted up as if night was turning to day. And even though the group of lights was now located quite a distance behind the boys, this particular light had traveled to shore and towards them so rapidly that it was parallel to their own position in only seconds.

When the light was precisely opposite of where they all stood staring and attempting to shield their eyes from the glaring, painful intensity being produced, the object abruptly halted without first slowing down. And, try as they may, all the boys could observe was blinding white light surrounding them, none of them being able to stare directly at the object.

Moments passed and no one moved or spoke. My brother recalled that there were no noises or sounds whatsoever, only the low, steady rhythm of seawater lapping the sand. The object continued to remain motionless and the intensity of the light did not lessen.

Then, to the astonishment of all present, the light began moving upwards, slowly and steadily rising until it was well into the air above them. There was a momentary pause, and then it blurred upwards and was gone. Seconds later, the lights remaining on the horizon shot into the heavens and were also gone.

My bother commented to me that this occurrence dramatically affected the mood and complexion of the party for the rest of their weekend, altering their conversation and their ability to concentrate on the relaxing activities they had planned. One of the boys reacted badly, being very upset about the event and would become extremely agitated and hostile each time someone would speak of it. Later on, he refused to speak about or acknowledge it at all.

What was it my brother and his friends saw and encountered many years ago while walking a lonely, deserted stretch of south Atlantic coastline? That, my dear friend, is something I'd like to know as well.

And I hope you enjoyed the retelling of this account.

Thank you to the witness for the report.

Brian Vike, Director HBCC UFO Research. email: hbccufo@telus.net Website: http://www.hbccufo.org http://www.brianvike.com, http://www.hbccufo.com, http://www.hbccufo.net HBCC UFO Research International: http://www.hbccufointernational.org/

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