It was a quiet afternoon in Oakville, Ontario, when I first noticed the peculiar object hovering silently outside my kitchen window. Just about 20 feet away, near the roof of a house across the street, an egg-shaped craft hovered in still suspension. Its size was impressive — roughly nine to ten feet long — and adorning it were numerous antennas that caught the light in a way that seemed almost otherworldly.
I’m certain it made no sound, no hum, no vibration — just a surreal stillness as it hung there, unmoving. The unease crept in quickly; I stepped away to grab the wall phone, hoping to gather myself. When I returned to the window, the strange vessel had vanished as silently as it had appeared.
Fear held me back from stepping outside. The mystery remained locked inside those four walls, untouched by sunlight or speculation. Living just two blocks from Lake Ontario and surrounded by farming lands, such an encounter seemed impossibly out of place, yet it had unfolded exactly as remembered.
This moment, brief yet profoundly unsettling, lingers with me — a silent memory of something extraordinary that hovered on the edge of my everyday life, never to be fully explained.