On the night of August 7th, 2010, something inexplicable unfolded quietly over the skies of Yakima, Washington. Around 10:48 PM, four luminous lights appeared, arranged diagonally and pointing southward. They shone with an intensity reminiscent of wildfire, but with an eerie silence that sent a chill down my spine. I observed them closely, noticing how one of the lights dimmed before boldly shifting position — a haunting dance of brightness and shadow.
With binoculars in hand, though not designed for night vision, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a shape emerging from the darkness. It was unmistakably triangular, but missing its pointed end, draped in a mysterious aura that blurred its edges. This surreal spectacle lasted for six minutes, imprinted in memory like a ghostly imprint against the night.
The strange lights returned twice more that night — briefly from 11:14 to 11:16, and again around 11:56 for about 15 seconds. Each sighting reinforced a sense of otherworldly presence hanging over Yakima, a tale that defies easy explanation.
From the silent choreography of its shifting lights to the haunting triangular silhouette, this encounter leaves a lingering question: what was this enigmatic visitor that slipped so quietly through my vision, yet stamped so indelibly upon my mind? For those who peer skyward with wonder and curiosity, such moments are the threads that weave the tantalizing tapestry of the unknown.