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June 2003 –
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Atlanta
UFO
by Mrs. Charles T.
I did not witness the events in this story, but it happened in my backyard.
One day, several years ago now, I was listening to the messages on our answering machine. Among the messages there was an odd one from a neighbor lady. I knew her only to wave to, but my husband involved himself in community meetings and neighborhood affairs and he knew her through that.
The message asked if we had seen the UFO that was hovering over our back yard "last Thursday night." We hadn't. My husband, who adores horror movies, was strangely reluctant to go and find out the facts. It was a couple of weeks before I could convince him to go over with me.
This is what she said. It was about nine o'clock in the evening and she was standing on her front porch, shaking out a rug. She saw an object hovering over the woods by my fence line. She said she stepped back inside the door and called to her husband while she continued to watch. She said that the UFO closely resembled saucer shapes that she had seen on TV. She said that it was emitting a blue light from its bottom and that the blue light hit the ground and lay sparkling for a minute or so and then - pop! -it would turn into a little creature and run into the woods. Her husband confirmed this. They also said it was witnessed by a "crackhead from over on Stockbridge." She said she called the police, the news and me, but nobody would come. At this point in time in Atlanta there was a phenomenon where the sky lit up at night once so brightly that people working (police EMTs and others who work at night) said you could have read a book by it.
I have re-told this story many times. It wasn't until a year later I remembered something that makes it really ironic. A couple of summers before this happened, I had a garden. In my garden I had a scarecrow, but with a typical alien head. The scarecrow was long gone by the time of the incident, but the little sign in the garden that I made to go with him was still there. It read "WELCOME SPACE BROTHERS" This is the slogan of a group called the Uristas who believe the space brothers are gonna save us all. It ticked my fancy and I kept teasing my husband about writing it on the roof of the house - like "SEE ROCK CITY," which is a southern tourist attraction and used to be advertised on the roofs of barns throughout the south. It's a good thing I didn't put it on the roof, huh?
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