GhostSensor3000
Skilled Investigator
I went camping with a friend of mine in the summer of 1992 in Wayne National Forest in southern Ohio. The location was just off State Rt. 93 about fifteen miles south of Jackson.
It was about an hour before dusk, and we'd just set up camp and went foraging for firewood. If you've ever been in this part of Ohio, it is extremely hilly with tons of forested valleys. It's beautiful country. We were camped on one of those hilltops and searched the woods next to our camp for firewood. My friend Jack separated and foraged for wood on his own. Several minutes passed, and I heard him yell for me. I looked and realized the stretch of wood opened onto a clearing on the other side of the hill . There was a sweeping view of the valley beyond that spread all across the northern horizon.
He said, "Man, what the hell are those?!" and pointed to the north, north western horizon. In the pre-dusk sky hung three golden spheres. They were positioned in the shape of a right triangle. Neither one of us had seen anything like this before. I had always considered the possibility of UFOs, but had never had an actual encounter until this particular evening.
We stood there for a solid two minutes before we said anything, and the spheres didn't budge. I had the sensation we were being watched, like the spheres knew we were there. Jack was freaked, but he composed himself and did his best to hide it. We both judged the spheres, from this distance, to be about the size of a softball.
I suggested the possibility that it could UFOs and Jack replied, "Maybe, but who knows."
We returned back to camp without saying a word and started a fire. I couldn't resist, I had to look again. I went back into that particular stretch of woods and stopped dead in my tracks. The spheres were still there. They hadn't moved. I knew a good twenty minutes had passed since I was here with Jack, and they were still there. I went to the clearing and stood in the open and stared at them once more. The feeling of being watched returned and I was certain the spheres knew I was standing there. A fear came over me, but after a couple of minutes, the feeling passed, and I returned to camp to eat dinner with Jack.
We talked and laughed, trying to make light of the situation, but we both knew something strange was going on.
Now, I will tell you, at this time in our lives, Jack and I were experimenting with hallucinogenic mushrooms. We were both in college at the time and curious about hallucinogens. But at the time of the sighting, neither one of us had taken anything. We were dead stone sober. Although after the sighting, we thought taking some mushrooms would calm our nerves. I couldn't have been more wrong. We did of course, have a great time for a while, and many laughs that night, but as we turned in, the fearful thoughts crept into my mind.
The entire night I was up on and off. And the times I was awake, I heard bi-pedal footsteps all about our camp. And I'm certain it wasn't the effects of the mushrooms. Somebody or somebodies were walking through our camp at all hours of the night. Again, the same feeling of being watched came over me. We packed up camp the next morning, and Jack and I never spoke much about the incident to anyone. Nothing happened to us that night, as far as know. Our life was getting very weird up to this point, and this incident seemed to top the cake. Needless to say we never touched mushrooms again.
But I've always wondered if our experimentation with hallucinogens at this point in our lives had anything to do in connection with our sighting that evening.
It was about an hour before dusk, and we'd just set up camp and went foraging for firewood. If you've ever been in this part of Ohio, it is extremely hilly with tons of forested valleys. It's beautiful country. We were camped on one of those hilltops and searched the woods next to our camp for firewood. My friend Jack separated and foraged for wood on his own. Several minutes passed, and I heard him yell for me. I looked and realized the stretch of wood opened onto a clearing on the other side of the hill . There was a sweeping view of the valley beyond that spread all across the northern horizon.
He said, "Man, what the hell are those?!" and pointed to the north, north western horizon. In the pre-dusk sky hung three golden spheres. They were positioned in the shape of a right triangle. Neither one of us had seen anything like this before. I had always considered the possibility of UFOs, but had never had an actual encounter until this particular evening.
We stood there for a solid two minutes before we said anything, and the spheres didn't budge. I had the sensation we were being watched, like the spheres knew we were there. Jack was freaked, but he composed himself and did his best to hide it. We both judged the spheres, from this distance, to be about the size of a softball.
I suggested the possibility that it could UFOs and Jack replied, "Maybe, but who knows."
We returned back to camp without saying a word and started a fire. I couldn't resist, I had to look again. I went back into that particular stretch of woods and stopped dead in my tracks. The spheres were still there. They hadn't moved. I knew a good twenty minutes had passed since I was here with Jack, and they were still there. I went to the clearing and stood in the open and stared at them once more. The feeling of being watched returned and I was certain the spheres knew I was standing there. A fear came over me, but after a couple of minutes, the feeling passed, and I returned to camp to eat dinner with Jack.
We talked and laughed, trying to make light of the situation, but we both knew something strange was going on.
Now, I will tell you, at this time in our lives, Jack and I were experimenting with hallucinogenic mushrooms. We were both in college at the time and curious about hallucinogens. But at the time of the sighting, neither one of us had taken anything. We were dead stone sober. Although after the sighting, we thought taking some mushrooms would calm our nerves. I couldn't have been more wrong. We did of course, have a great time for a while, and many laughs that night, but as we turned in, the fearful thoughts crept into my mind.
The entire night I was up on and off. And the times I was awake, I heard bi-pedal footsteps all about our camp. And I'm certain it wasn't the effects of the mushrooms. Somebody or somebodies were walking through our camp at all hours of the night. Again, the same feeling of being watched came over me. We packed up camp the next morning, and Jack and I never spoke much about the incident to anyone. Nothing happened to us that night, as far as know. Our life was getting very weird up to this point, and this incident seemed to top the cake. Needless to say we never touched mushrooms again.
But I've always wondered if our experimentation with hallucinogens at this point in our lives had anything to do in connection with our sighting that evening.
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Too funny!