Ufos Above Stockholm, Sweden

It was pretty late when I got home one Sunday night in June 1988. I had been working till midnight on Stockholm subway, and decided to study a bit before going to bed. I had my back against the window, as I began to hear a peculiar sound. A helicopter? At this hour? Maybe it was an ambulance helicopter. I went to the window to look, but saw nothing. I thought that was strange since the sound was clearly coming from nearby. I looked closer, and saw light yellow beams in the air. They were directed onto the roof of the building below my apartment building. It was the local post terminal where the mail was daily sorted out. As I was looking at the beams, the sound that had attracted my attention in the first place went on, a whirling sound that I understood could not be produced by any helicopter. The only thing that made it resemble a helicopter was the whirling motion of sound. But it was much smoother, more quiet. And whatever produced that sound did not touch the roof of the building. I would have felt if it had, I would have felt the vibrations.

None of this seemed otherwordly yet. Only frightening. I went through alternative scenarios in my mind. A war had broken out. This was a stealthy enemy attack with a superior technique that had totally fooled the Swedish military. Perhaps I was the only witness of it. Not many people would be awake at this hour, Sunday night, turning into Monday (mind you, this was before the internet). I quickly closed the small ventilation window to stop any radiation that had possibly already advanced through the air. But then I couldn’t get my eyes off those rays, those beams of light.

They were light yellow, as said, and there were hundreds of them. It seems like they were being shot from above, from whatever was making that whirling sound, and they were travelling through the air with an incredible speed that made me think about Star Wars. I rubbed my eyes and kept telling myself that I am seeing what I am seeing and don´t you or anyone come tell me later that I didn´t see this. The rubbing didn´t change my vision, the yellow beams were there, the sound was there, and I knew for sure that I was witnessing something extraordinary.

Suddenly the beams stopped, and the soft whirling sound became more distant. And then, in just a few seconds, it was quiet. It happened so suddenly, the end of it, that it left a weird feeling as if nothing whatsoever had happened. But something had happened.

Years later, through a series of discussions and events, I came to one particular conclusion. The rays perhaps had indeed been a superior technique, but not man-made. An extraterrestrial power had the means to retrieve data from letters and documents in the post terminal. The rays had actually been electrical waves of an advanced information technology emitted by the craft that hovered above the 9-storey house. Had I had the nerve and the time to go out and check that for myself, I am sure I would have seen one of those space crafts that so many people have reported seeing.