On a warm June evening in 2007, I found myself fishing with two friends at a quiet pond near the small airport of Muncie, Indiana. Just after 10:30 PM, our routine night took an extraordinary turn. High above, a large, black triangular craft floated silently, its two bright white lights glowing distinctly from the back points. The stillness of the night was only broken by the eerie presence drifting in the sky.
This craft moved gracefully in a horseshoe-like arc before settling into a slow, steady course to our right. The silence was profound—no hum or drone, just the haunting glide of something clearly out of the ordinary.
As we watched in breathless anticipation, the lights pulsed and grew brighter. The glowing white shifted suddenly to an intense orange. Moments later, the entire craft vanished as if swallowed by the night itself. It lasted just a few minutes, but it felt like an otherworldly spectacle that defied any mundane explanation.
Speculation ran rampant among my friends and me. Was it a secret military aircraft or something far beyond our usual understanding? The unsettling certainty settled in: this was no ordinary craft visible to the public. Its silent passage and glowing transformation left us shaken, compelling us to cut our outing short and head home.
That night by the pond remains etched in my memory—a brush with the unknown, cloaked in shadows and light, quietly hovering near the familiar setting of Muncie’s airport. Whatever it was, this encounter confirmed beyond doubt that the skies above us still hold mysteries waiting to be understood.