My scariest Halloween memory takes place back when I was in high school, around 2001 or 2002. I went to a small Halloween party with a few friends. We did some trick-or-treating and tried having a séance. You might think this is the scary part, but nothing scarier than a few flickering and sputtering candles came from the séance. We had a good time.
One of my friends gave me a ride home that night. I lived out in the country, the kind of neighborhood where houses were separated by at least a few yards to an acre of woods. As we were driving up a hill near the middle of my road, further down the road I saw a bright, orangey light over the treetops. It looked like the tall, arc-sodium lamps you see in parking lots. This was strange, as there were few streetlights on my road, and I knew there was no streetlight there. I shrugged it off. There was a new house being built in the area, and I figured that they were doing some nighttime construction and had erected some lights.
As we drove pass the site of the new house, I noticed there were no lights in the area, and I started to get scared. I could still see the orange lights hovering over the treetops. As we drew closer, my heart began to pound and my breath grew short. I drew my friend’s attention to it. “What is that?” I asked. I was getting a little panicky.
We drew closer to an area known as the Sprague Farm Trail, a hiking trail in the woods. Over the trees that opened into the path, I saw the bright orange lights. I don’t remember seeing any form to them, just seeing a cluster of lights. I heard no sounds.
My friend stopped the car to get a better look. I’ve always loved researching the paranormal, and I’d watched The X-Files on TV since elementary school. I knew that in many UFO and abduction accounts, people reported that their cars mysteriously stopped working. I started panicking, not realized that my friend had stopped the car herself. I remember yelling nonsense like “Oh my God!” and “We have to get out of here!” I had never been more terrified in my life; I had had several nightmares about aliens and UFOs in my life at that point (and would have many more since).
Trying to calm me down, my friend drove off down the road. My breathing began to slow, but my heart was still pounding, and my hands had started to shake. I kept asking, “What was that thing?” I was so scared of leading something to my house, I had my friend drive past and drive down the highway for a while before returning.
To this day, I’m not sure what it was – was it a low-flying helicopter? Why would it be hovering over the trees in a country town in the middle of the night on Halloween? Was it really some type of spaceship? I feel crazy sometimes just thinking it. I have no idea what it was – when I tell the story to others, I call it a UFO, because for me, it was just that – an unidentified flying object.
When telling this story to some other friends a year or so later, the friend who was with me at the time claimed she didn’t remember it; I think she was embarrassed, and I can’t really blame her. However, I’ve always had an interest in the supernatural and I try to keep an open mind. Who can say what we really saw that night?