UFOs

I was 12 or so, riding in the car with my dad and my best friend down mainstreet in a suburban Pennsylvania town. Way up in the sky, all three of us saw two shiny metal orbs. They did a combination of floating in place, and darting like mad across the sky. My dad slowed the car to a crawl as all three of us craned our necks watching through the front windshield. We watched the things for more than a minute until they picked up speed again and then just were gone in an instant.

The three of us talked about it excitedly for weeks. My mother didn’t believe us when we got home. My dad still likes to talk about it. Unfortunately the last time I spoke to my friend (a few years ago) and mentioned it to him, he had no memory of it, or had blocked it out. I don’t get how that’s possible, and it makes me sad.

A scream in the woods

Me and my college buddies love camping, and behind my house is an acre or two of unsettled, unclaimed woods. We camp back there often, relatively close to my house. It’s all for us, since no one lives in it or owns it.

Anyway, it was mid January, and we decide to go camping. The 5 of us get our gear together, have dinner at my house, and then head out. We go pretty deep, there’s a clearing we go to and make a fire when we camp.

We set up our gear, and go to bed. But it’s fricking cold. Like, -35*F. We decide to not stay up and play cards. Now this is when shit gets real. We hear rustling of leaves in the distance. It was faint, but audible enough to hear. It wasn’t normal walking, it was offbeat (humans have a “beat” to thier steps). It was either not human, or injured severely. It stops, and we continue playing.

A few rounds later, we hear it closer. My buddy, let’s call him Joe, get his flash light, and walks out. I tell him to stoke the fire while he’s up. He stokes it, and takes a look around. After a few minutes, we reports back. Nothing is around, but one of our benches is tipped (we use the spot often, so we’ve lashed benches and a table between trees). We’ve decided to all keep an eye out, so we fix the bench and sit by the fire, eating cheese and crackers.

It’s probably about midnight or 1am, when we hear the most distressed, high pitched shriek from the woods, not that far. It sounded like a banshee being raped, if that describes it. We run into the tent, gather our shit, and get the fuck out.