It was a clear summer night in 1991 on the outskirts of Victoria, British Columbia, when my older brother and I set out for a walk to meet friends. The stars were bright in the sky, and the familiar roads and trees felt comforting. But as we walked uphill from the straight stretch of road about a kilometer in, something strange happened. An intense tingling sensation crept over my face and neck, so sharp it almost hurt. Then, from the corner of my eye, a flash of white light passed by.
Moments later, I saw it clearly: a glowing sphere about the size of a melon moved past us at a speed I thought impossible. I asked my brother if he’d seen it, and he admitted he had. Suddenly, more spheres appeared—between six and ten—ranging from the size of a large grapefruit to a honeydew melon. These orbs contained their own light without illuminating their surroundings. They moved purposefully, weaving through the night, darting close and then retreating.
Though fear gripped me, my brother urged calm as we descended the hill and turned a corner. One sphere shot ahead, stopping under a dim streetlight, then quickly approached us, passing silently just an arm’s length away. Terror overwhelmed me, thinking we might never be found and fearing for our mother’s sorrow. Then a car appeared around the bend; suddenly, the spheres vanished.
We begged the driver to take us with them, but they sped away, likely thinking we were disturbed. As moments passed without a return, some courage returned to me, and I glanced at the sky. There, in the distance above a field, was a perfect triangle of lights, motionless and peculiar. My brother guessed it was a radio tower, but I later confirmed there was nothing nearby that could explain what we saw. The stars did not shine through the triangle’s center, marking it as something unknown.
The night’s events seemed to slip away by morning, but then, while shaving, shiny sparks fell from the ceiling beside me. Instantly, the memory flooded back. My brother, awake in bed, showed me his covers sprinkled with similar sparks. We told our parents and friends, but skepticism met our story.
For months, whenever I passed the area, I heard a strange, loud clap—like hands coming together—from behind me. This experience has profoundly impacted my life and beliefs. My quest for truth brought more questions than answers, and sometimes, the memory still grips me with fear.
This encounter with mysterious, luminous spheres in Victoria, BC, remains a haunting puzzle. It challenges what I understand about reality and pushes me to explore the unknown realms where light and mystery converge.