As I was walking home one chilly evening in Abbotsford, BC, an extraordinary event unfolded right above me that I’ll never forget. Suddenly, the ground around me seemed to light up subtly, pulling my gaze upward. There, hovering silently, was a chevron-shaped craft marked by a row of blinking lights. When my eyes finally focused, I noticed the craft’s underside was a dull grey, marred by deep gouges as if it had scraped along a surface with no landing gear.
The craft hovered in complete silence. No motor noises, no hum, just a spectral presence dominating the night sky. Its motion was unnatural—completely still against the darkness, challenging my understanding of what I was witnessing. I couldn’t help but jump up and down, yelling into the night, “Hey, I’m right here, down here, hey you!” as if the silence could hear.
This surreal encounter lasted about five minutes, each second thick with anticipation and unanswered questions. The image of that glowing chevron, suspended in total quiet, remains etched in my mind. It was a stark reminder that sometimes, the night sky hides mysteries beyond our wildest imaginations, inviting the bold to witness the unknown.