I made a deal with the “weirdness” some time ago that I wouldn’t mess with “it,” i.e., saucers, blue orbs, bigfoot, Skinwalkers, and their hitchhikers, and all the other associated “weirdness” as long as"it" would provide me with the winning Oregon Megabucks lottery numbers.
I've had some bouts with weirdness at various points in my life - most were in childhood, but then childhood is filled with these natural moments. A fairly high percentage of "normal" kids regularly have auditory hallucinations, so go figure. I think when young we are way more tuned to the strange.
My ouija board scene with a group of late teens, all trying to put a finger on the planchette for the last chapter session - quite typical: the very sympathetic little girl ouija spirit turned into her demonic, murderous father, who threatened to kill us all one by one, then listed the order of names who would be put to death just before the planchette dragged us all off the board. At the same moment a super loud door slammed upstairs. We investigated, me brandishing a hockey stick in the lead, as no one was upstairs that night. All the doors were closed and no windows were open in any of the rooms - it was pretty bizarre, but the ouija brings out the weird. We had had a bunch of inexplicable moments related to it previously that summer. We packed away the board after that.
But my last interaction with the weird was a strange light display at night and worthy of a campfire tale that maybe Randall can dispell with some rational possibilities. This took place ten years ago on a small inhabited island at the very northern tip of Lake Huron in Northern Ontario. It's about 8 km north of the Canada/US border in the St. Mary's River. The area we are in is a small bay opposite an island that blocks the view out to St. Mary's River with two arms of water to the left and right and all inhabited by camps on the northern side. There is the occasional isolated camp to the south of us. We are out on the dock at 1 am. Everyone else in the region is asleep - early morning Pickerel fishing awaits.
All of a sudden, from behind the small island in front of us about 200 m due south, we are seeing what looks like spotlights shining up into the night sky at odd angles. They are unlike any nighttime spotlight I've ever seen, as the borders of the light beam are clearly visible from the ground up stretching hundreds and hundreds of metres up into the night sky. They appear to be originating from a singular point, behind the island, flashing on and off in an erratic fashion shuttling about the sky in less than a second to the left, right, back to centre and then nothing. And then the point of origin appears to have shifted many kilometres to the left and then the point of origin is way over to the right repeating, in no discernable pattern, these on and off bursts of light. Then all at once the strange beams of light are coming from different points of origin on the ground from the other side of the island in front of us simultaneously. The lights flicker in their wide beams for a second and then stop, and then start again and then stop.
We are both pretty freaked out and I'm in alien paranoid mode wanting to move closer to the A-frame cabin and away from the dock. Then it's all black night sky for about 15 seconds as we walk towards the cabin and then it starts up again. While watching it my brain is trying to understand what this could be. The light is very intense and clearly visible as a whole solid triangle from ground to sky with even brightness till it stops up high. This is not a search operation of any rational sort so much as a display! The speed at which the light shifts is bizarre. This is not a spotlight sweeping slowly across the sky in uneven illumination like at a city venue. These are on and off solid flickers pointing in one direction and then suddenly the next and then coming from multiple points of origin at once. It's far too wide an area to be coming from say a ship and there's literally nothing on the ground except mostly forest on the opposite side about 10-15 kilometers away - no military bases or major cities in sight in that part of Michigan.
We stand outside the cabin scratching our heads, it's all quiet and we head to bed a little freaked out. We talk to the owner of the property, who lives in a large bungalow just beside the cabin, and ask if he's ever seen or heard about any weird spotlights at night. We describe a little of what we saw and he looks at us real quizzically. "Did you guys see some weird aliens last night?" he chuckles. In earnest, and with straight faces, we repeat what we saw. He tells us categorically that he's never seen or heard about anything like that at all. We had been coming to that cabin for about four or five years at that point, pre-covid, every summer, and know him well. We had never seen anything like that ever before.
I did a little research afterwards into what kind of spotlights could be that visible with nothing to bounce off of in the sky and it's pretty high end tech. The rapidity of its movements and shifting locations made it all feel like a display that was being put on just for us. I still feel a little weird about it; because, I still remember how scared it made me feel at the time, and me in my 40's back then.
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