From Chasing
Shadows by Larry Wilson
The moon that
night was a waning crescent, which is only about one sixth of a moon. The sky
was clear for the most part but the cemetery was very dark. We arrived a few
minutes before 10:00 p.m. Once we got out of the car and walked a short
distance, our eyes seemed to adjust to the darkness and we could make out
objects or obstacles such as tombstones that were in our paths without
difficulty.
Just a few
minutes later, I glanced up towards the sky and noticed an object about the
size of a very bright star heading west to east. I pointed out the light to
Chris and asked if he thought it may be a satellite. Neither of us was sure as
to what it was, but it did not have flashing lights like a normal aircraft
would. I turned away for a moment to check out the cemetery because I thought I
saw something moving. No sooner had I looked away when, Chris yelled, “Hey, the
light vanished!” I looked up and, sure enough, it was gone.
A few moments
later, we saw another, similar light coming from the southeast and heading in a
northeasterly direction. A few seconds after that, we saw another light coming
from the south and heading north. This time, I kept my eyes focused on the
light. What I noticed was that both of the lights seemed to be headed on an
upwards trajectory. As I watched, the lights became fainter and fainter. Then
it hit me: the lights were not extinguishing; they were heading so high into
the atmosphere that they were disappearing from sight. I do not know of any
military or commercial aircraft that travels that high, so I was completely
baffled as to what we were watching.
After the
lights disappeared, we scanned the sky for a few more minutes but did not see
anything else unusual. We had just walked back to the south end of the cemetery
and were approximately 40 feet from the fence line on the east and another 30
to 40 feet from the fence line to the south. Chris was standing approximately
seven to eight feet in front of me, facing south. I was also facing south and
was behind Chris and at an angle that was a step or two to his left. We were
again discussing where someone could have possibly been standing while
remaining hidden from the Springfield group, when all of a sudden, Chris and I
were lit up like Christmas trees and I could see Chris as plainly as if it were
the middle of the day.
My first
reaction was to turn my head and look behind me. As soon as I did this, my
attention was drawn upwards. When I turned and looked up, I saw a very, very
bright yellowish-white light. It was so bright that I extended my arm and hand
towards the light to shield it from my eyes. Chris reacted in the same manner
as I did. I am still uncertain how high above us the light was, but it was at
least eight feet or so. The light surrounded both Chris and I for an estimated
20 foot radius. The blast of light lasted for about four to five seconds.
The light
disappeared as quickly as it appeared. It was there one moment and gone the
next. When I looked up, all I could see was the brightness of the light, like
in those old spy thrillers where a blinding spot light is shinned into
someone’s face to get them to talk. There are no security or street lights in
or near the cemetery…
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