|Occurred : 5/21/2003 23:30 (Entered as : 05/21/2003 23:30)
Reported: 10/18/2003 12:25:21 AM 00:25
Location: Hamilton (Canada), ON
|Three different sightings of dim, orange lights arranged in various shapes passing soundlessly over my house.
This is a personal journal entry taken from the week following the sighting.
May 27, 2002. It’s been a long time and much has happened. Firstly I should report that on Tuesday, May 21, 2002 I had three separate UFO sightings. It was garbage night at around ten thirty. The evening was clear, cloudless and refreshing. I was looking up at the stars and moon, as I often do on when it’s nice, making my last trip down the driveway with the blue box in tow. Up towards Mount Hope Airport I saw six lights, two triangles fat side first, coming as a unit towards the house at an indistinguishable height. They immediately got my attention because they were nothing like any airplane lights I had ever seen. As, what I thought to be a plane approached I observed that the lights were all the same color; orange, dim and larger than I usually see on planes at night around here. As it passed over head I became even more fascinated (perplexed) because the plane made no sound. The lights were indeed close enough that I should hear sound, and in fact, they were close enough that I should be able to see a shape or silhouette of some sort. Yet there was none of that either. In fact, I could see right between the lights to the stars beyond. Now I was transfixed and as it went a little farther the light pattern of two triangles rearranged themselves, scattering into a haphazard pattern indicating to me that this wasn’t one plane but six individual units. I was pretty freaked out but surprisingly less than I would have thought. I made some phone calls (two to a very unappreciative friend because his daughter was asleep (jerk!)) and then went out front to have another look. I called my brother with my portable phone but wound up talking with his wife because he was at the Leaf game. I didn’t bother mentioning to her what I was calling about because of the subject matter. As I was rapping up the call I saw another one. This was a singular, orange, dim light (same as the others) coming diagonally from across the street, perpendicular to my house, and going west. It was a spot of light too fast for a plane but! too slow for the steak of a shooting star. It was strange talking to someone but not being able to tell them. Then finally, after I got off the phone I saw the last one. It was a line of three horizontal lights (same as the others) traveling on a similar path as the first but a little more west.