One cold, clear night near the end of October, while my family and friends gathered outside to share stories about the Day of the Dead traditions, an unexplained light caught my eye. We were near a friend’s house, overlooking the small town of San Miguel Tecuitlapa in Puebla, Mexico. The night sky was peppered with stars, the breeze was crisp, and the atmosphere carried that dry cold typical of the season.
I was standing on the entrance steps, which gave me a vantage point to peer across at San Miguel Tecuitlapa, less than a mile away. Initially, I thought the glowing orb was the town’s usual signal light, often flashing from a nearby radio announcer’s home during broadcasts. But this light was different—steady, hovering silently with a soft aura, neither blinking nor moving like any human-made device I knew.
For about ten minutes, the fireball remained suspended above the town, emanating a faint haze that lingered quietly in the sky. My friends whispered about legends, witches, and local folklore, but I dismissed those theories. After all, why would any mythical figure just hang motionless so visibly? I suggested it was a UFO, urging everyone to stay calm and observe closely.
The object drifted slowly, maybe two hundred feet at most, then suddenly, as if a light bulb had been switched off, it disappeared. The light faded away softly, vanishing into the night sky without a trace. Everyone rushed inside, startled, but I stayed behind for a moment, feeling goosebumps as I processed the surreal event.
That night left a profound impression on me. From my room window, which overlooks not only San Miguel but also neighboring towns wrapped in fields of crops and shadowed hills, I watched for any sign of the mysterious glow. Nothing returned.
The surroundings themselves paint a picture almost perfect for mystery—vast acres of crops stretch around San Miguel, with dark hills to the back, dense trees, and historic ranches that whisper of the past. Against this rural backdrop, the silent fireball was as out of place as a ghost in daylight—a spectral enigma hovering quietly in the calm, cold Mexican night.
This experience remains vivid in my memory, a moment where the ordinary night sky transformed into a canvas of unexplainable light. As a witness, I can only share what I saw: a slow-moving, fiery orb with a glowing aura that held everyone’s gaze before disappearing as suddenly as it appeared.