Lights in the Field

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During my senior year of high school and the months following graduation, my best friend and I spent a lot of time hanging out at my parents’ house and driving around on the dirt roads of Madison County. We spent many nights sitting outside, watching the stars and talking. During those nights, we witnessed several things that were unexplainable … things that most people would not believe if we had tried telling anyone about what we saw. This story is an example of the strange events that happened one night.

old cars(Event #1) Some time shortly after midnight, we were talking about random stuff – probably guys – when we heard a strange thumping sound. About a ¼ of a mile down the dirt road from my parents’ house is a creek and there are several old cars along the bank. (The cars were put there years ago to try to stop the erosion of the banks.) The thumping sounded like someone was hitting those cars with a baseball bat. Being curious, my friend and I hopped into my mother’s Blazer (SUV) and took off down the road toward the creek, hoping to catch whoever was down there. Of course with it being dark, we were not able to see any one and the noise had stopped since they could see us coming down the road. Thinking that we might be able to catch the person/people at the other end of the creek, I drove back to the main road and down to the bridge on hwy 74. After driving up the creek a little way (and almost getting stuck in the sand), we decided to head back to my parents’ house. On the way back, I pulled off at the Wesley fire station and waited to see if we could see any headlights down at the creek.

lights in field(Event #2) As we were sitting there talking, I noticed 3 lights in the field beside my parents’ property. I pointed the lights out to my friend and we watched them for a while, trying to figure out what they were. At first, we thought the balls of light might be people running around with flashlights but then the lights moved across the field too fast to be a person. The lights remained at a steady height, which ruled out people on horseback. We rolled down the windows on the Blazer to listen, thinking that maybe it was people on 4-wheelers but there was no noise … no animals, no bugs, no cars … nothing. As we were watching the balls of light, they changed color from red to blue to green. We sat there for 10 or 15 minutes, just watching the lights, when one of them came across the field toward us at a high rate of speed. Since we still were not sure what the lights were, I decided not to stay there. We went to Fayetteville for an hour or two before returning to my parents’ house.

The next day, I walked down to the creek where the cars are. I walked around looking for any sign of a car having been beat on … and I found 2 cars that showed recent damage. Instead of finding a baseball bat, the only object I could see that might have been used was a large tree branch. Although I am not super woman, I can lift quite a bit of weight but I couldn’t budge the tree branch.

balls of lightSince that night, I have noticed the balls of light in other fields, usually right before a big storm hits the area. The lights are always in groups of 3 (3, 6, 9, etc.) but each light moves independently from the other lights so it is not like they are attached to some form of frame that maintains a set pattern. I am not claiming that they were UFO/aliens – just something unexplainable.

The questions that have stayed in my mind are: what were those lights and what/who was beating on the old cars … I may never know the answers.

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