An Alien Encounter

It is the summer of 1983, 2432 Bartlet Road Apt. 1A.  It is a cool summer night, as I lie on the couch watching HBO.  What movie is playing is inconsequential at this time, but it is the summer I’m introduced to Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock.  It is also the summer Thriller, the music video by Michael Jackson, pop star, is the number one music video around the world. 

Quite content in my apartment, watching movies, I hear a crashing sound off into the distance and find myself think, ‘something just crash.’ The sound is followed by a soft hue illuminating the sky with its unusual beautiful color. The subtle change in color of the moonlit night air grabs my attention. I get off the couch during a commercial.  I peer out between the curtain and the window.  I look toward the direction of the sound of the crash.  To my left, off into the distance, is a glow like that of a very early morning sunrise, however, without the sun.   For this soft dark red, purple orange glow illuminating the sky off in the distance to my left is against a ten o’clock p.m. night sky. 

‘Oh, how beautiful that sky is,’ I think.

I watch, until the glow disappears, returning a moon lit night sky. It leaves me completely filled with the warmth of beauty and love.

In a state of awe, I return to the couch and the television.  Time goes by.  I become engross in the HBO movie.  From out of the corner of my eyes, I see a human shadow.  It passes along the walkway, outside my living room window, with smooth gliding movement.

‘What was that!?!’ I think.  ‘Was it afloat?’

Timing its movement in order to get a glimpse of it, I hurry to the other living room window, the one on my right.  Peering out from behind the curtain my questions are answered.  Before my eyes, is a dark shadow gliding very slowly toward the stairway, which leads down into the parking lot.  It is a figure of a small person with a hooded cloak covering its entire body.  

In disbelief, I question again, ‘Is it actually floating above the ground?’