What I Saw That Night….

Let me preface this story by saying that it’s not very spectacular as far as UFO stories go, but it sure has given me much to ponder over the years.

I used to go down to Baja quite a bit with a friend of mine, whom I’ll call Rosabelle here since I’m sure, given her position, would not want her identity known. Rosabelle’s parents had a vacation house on the beach in a small, rural town south of Ensenada just off the Mex 1 highway. We would go down their quite frequently during the off-season (when the touristas and other annoying people had gone back north) and spend weekends relaxing and enjoying the beach.

On a Friday in October 1998, Rosabelle and I drove down. We arrived in the late afternoon and after having dinner at a local restaurant and visiting with some of the neighbors, we headed to the house. (Please note that we did not imbibe any alcohol at dinner or while visiting the neighbors).

It was about 8:30 and very dark. We entered through the back gate into the small courtyard area that separates the back of the house and the garage. As Rosabelle struggled with opening the metal security door to the house, I paused for a moment to gaze at the night sky.

The house was far enough out from the metropolitan Ensenada area so that the lights of the city do not obscure star-viewing. It was a dry, autumn night with no sign of a marine layer, and the moon had not yet risen.

“Look at the stars! They’re incredible!”

Rosabelle, who had finished unlocking the security door and the inner door, stepped along side me and looked upward. “Oh wow….”

We started looking for familiar constellations and stars: the Big Dipper, the North Star, Vega.

About that moment, a movement caught our attention. We both saw what looked like a star moving across the sky from west to east. From its size, it was obvious that it was very high up. It was a pale orange color and it moved much faster than a plane but not in a quick flash like a meteor. It did not blink or twinkle and it did not have anything that would appear like running lights on an aircraft.

“Oh, there’s a satellite,” Rosabelle announced. I nodded in agreement, having seen satellites in the past.

We watched it for several more moments as it sped across the sky. Just as it passed zenith, we both gasped in astonishment. The object made a sharp, ninety degree turn and started heading north.

“Did that just change direction?!” Rosabelle exclaimed.

“Yes, it sure did!”

“Oh my God! Satellites don’t DO that!”

With that, I felt my skin goose and a shot of adrenaline cut through me.

“Neither does aircraft!”

Keep in mind that Rosabelle is one of the most pragmatic, level-headed, unflappable people I know. She holds a senior position at a big company (which is why I don’t want to mention her real name) So when I heard the timbre of her voice become practically airborne, I began to get a little anxious as well.

“OH MY GOD!” I blurted out. “There are two more!”

Two more objects, similar in size, but more blue and green in color, materialized near the first object. The first object stopped and all three began to move around one another in a way that can only be described as a “bobbing” motion

Then Rosabelle said, “I’m gonna get the binoculars,” and she rushed in the back door.

I stood there for a moment watching the objects and then when I realized that I was all alone, a full-blown panic set in. I know, it was dumb, but I had never seen anything like this before and it really scared me.

Anyway, I grabbed the handle on the door, wrenched it open, barreled into the darkened house, and  collided head-on into Rosabelle.

“OW!! What are you doing in here!”

“I’m NOT staying out there with those things!”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, get out of my way. I want to see!”

As I stepped out of Rosabelle’s way, I clobbered my knee on a piece of furniture.

We both spilled out into the courtyard again. In the handful of seconds that had passed between my going into the house and our return, the objects had disappeared. We stayed outdoors for another ten or fifteen minutes, scanning the sky with the binoculars. We found nothing more unusual.

We spent the remainder of the evening securely locked in the house and discussing all the possibilities: Some natural phenomenon? Secret government technologies at work? Something paranormal? What?

I still ponder this evening, ten years later. Do I believe in little gray aliens? The jury is still out on that. But we did see something that two educated and rational women could not interpret.

Like I said at the beginning, this is not the most exciting story I could tell, but it is the truth. I have become one more of the millions who have had this experience. Maybe sometime, we’ll learn what it’s all about.

Lori G. © 2008