One chilly January night in 2010, over London, Ontario, I experienced something so surreal and otherworldly that words barely suffice to describe it. What I first saw was a radiant ball of blue-white light hovering silently in the sky. As my eyes focused, the light transformed into a metallic silver disk, flashing alternating blue and white lights, its shape eerily precise. It drifted back and forth from north to south, emitting a piercing, high-pitched sound that grew louder as it approached.
This strange craft shone an intense, glowing energy field around itself, casting bright beams of light directly at me. The aura pulsated with an almost electric hum, and an unsettling haze surrounded the object like a veil between this world and another. As the encounter deepened, time fractured — the next three hours passed in a fog of lost memories, punctuated only by sharp and fleeting flashbacks.
When I awoke, my body bore the marks of the experience: lacerations, bruises, and mysterious markings covered me, and my nose was bleeding heavily. I felt nausea unlike any I’d known before, as if my entire being had been shaken to its core. The encounter left me with a profound certainty that I had come face to face with something beyond human understanding — something that defies logical explanation and stretches imagination.
Even now, years later, I yearn for answers to what transpired during those lost hours. Was this a close encounter of an extraterrestrial kind, a visitation from realms beyond our own? Or something even stranger? The echoes of that night linger in my mind, a haunting reminder of the unknown mysteries that inhabit the skies above London. For those fascinated by UFO phenomena, my story remains a chilling testament to the unexplored and the uncanny.