One summer evening in 1965, my father, mother, and I drove to Rands Pond in Newport, New Hampshire, with the simple intent to purchase a canoe. After my father parked the truck and went inside to speak with the seller, my mother and I waited, passing time as the light faded around us. My eyes caught what I assumed was a bright star in the distant night sky, twinkling with a strange, almost hypnotic shimmer that soon grabbed our full attention.
As I watched, the light began to move, shifting left to right and even up and down. Initially, my mother thought my eyes must be playing tricks on me, but then the object grew larger and closer, glowing so intensely it illuminated the entire field beneath it. Fear gripped my mother who urged me to stay in the truck, but a curious, uncontrollable fascination compelled me to step out and run towards the light.
In my rush, I slipped and fell on the grass. At that moment, the brilliant light intensified, then shot away with astonishing speed, disappearing in seconds. My father, returning shortly after, said that such an event could not simply be explained away. Given the circumstances, he believed this was something entirely unexplainable—something definitely not of our world.
This encounter at Newport remains a haunting memory, a chilling reminder of how the ordinary can suddenly shift into the extraordinary. For those captivated by the mysteries of the night sky and the possibility of otherworldly visitors, this story stands as a powerful testament to an unexplainable event that forever altered the course of one quiet New Hampshire evening.