On the chilly evening of December 8, 2001, while standing on my third-floor balcony in Brantford, Ontario, a routine moment turned into an unforgettable experience. As I was watching a scheduled airline fly overhead, my attention was drawn to a strange pattern of faint lights almost directly above me. These lights formed a distinctive triangular shape — a pattern that instantly felt otherworldly.
The object moved swiftly from west to east, maintaining a steady pace. Although it was difficult to gauge its exact altitude, I estimated it to be around 1500 to 2000 feet above the ground. The formation consisted of seven dim lights arranged like a V, reminiscent of a flock of geese in flight. These lights glowed with a muted intensity, similar to a 25-watt bulb viewed from about 100 feet away.
What was most unsettling was the absence of a visible body behind the lights. No familiar aircraft shape accompanied this eerie formation as it silently accelerated across the clear night sky. There was no noise — no jet engines, propellers, or rocket sounds. The path it took was well clear of nearby major airport flight routes, forbidding any simple explanation involving commercial or military aircraft.
Size-wise, if this were a craft, it would be comparable to or larger than a B-52 bomber. Yet, the acceleration and overall movement defied everything I know about aviation and physics. Until that night, I had been a skeptic about unexplained aerial phenomena, but witnessing this silent, luminous triangle challenged all my assumptions.
This sighting remains etched in my memory — a genuine enigma soaring silently over Southern Ontario, refusing to fit into any logical box. For those who share a curiosity for the unknown, moments like these fuel the enduring mystery of what truly glides above us in the night sky.