While hunting in the dense forests near Brampton, Ontario, in the late hours of November 3, 1979, an experience unfolded that has haunted me ever since. As I carefully tracked a herd of deer alongside my father, an unsettling shape caught my eye—an eerie, cross-shaped object suspended silently in the night sky.
This wasn’t just any celestial anomaly; the craft was surrounded by a strange aura or haze that seemed almost otherworldly. From its structure, beams of a hypnotic purple light shot toward the deer below, casting surreal glimmers across the forest floor.
Then, time slowed, and everything shifted. I felt as if I were slipping into a trance. From the shadows near the craft, two strange beings emerged, their presence chilling yet magnetic. Before I could react, they directed a focused beam toward my father. The next moments are hazy, a blur etched into my memory — he was suddenly taken from my sight, abducted beyond reach.
That night, under the ghostly glow of the cross-shaped UFO, my world changed forever. My father was never seen again. This spine-tingling encounter left me grappling with questions that pierce the veil between our world and the unknown. It’s a stark reminder of the mysteries that linger just beyond our perception, waiting to be uncovered by those daring enough to look up.