It was a clear day in Jackson, Mississippi, around 12:30 in the afternoon when I stepped out to my car. The sky was unobstructed, cloudless, and the steady flight of birds captured my attention. But then, something unusual caught my eye — a dark, square-shaped object hovering silently above, unlike any helicopter or balloon I’ve seen before.
Its color was a deep, dark gray, almost blending with the sky’s expanse. There were no wings, no engines, and most curiously, no sound. The object hovered steadily higher than the typical altitude of helicopters, unmoving yet dominant against the serenity of the daylight sky. I watched intently as I pulled my car out of the parking lot on Ridgewood Court, my gaze fixed on that still, enigmatic shape.
Then, as swiftly as it appeared, the square form simply vanished, leaving behind only questions and a lingering sense of awe. The experience felt otherworldly—an encounter that defies conventional explanation and beckons those who gaze upward, always questioning, always searching.