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I used to live in the area of North Bay, Ontario Canada. The incident happened sometime between 1976 and 1980. It was during the end of summer, I believe somewhere between 6 and 8pm. My father, mother, brother and I were sitting in the living room watching TV after supper. Keep in mind that this is a rural property and my father was an avid hunter, so he habitually scanned the property for bear, deer and moose, while he watched tv or read a book. Often, he would say to us; “look guys, a moose!”
This one time, as my father scanned the property, he said, “Jesus Christ, what the hell!?” As he was getting out of his chair he told my mother to turn off the TV. He walked over to the front door, and opened it looking towards the sky. Now at this time our front door opened up to the ground 6 feet below. My father had not built the front porch yet. So, both my father and mother raced over and stood at the entrance of the door looking towards the sky. My brother and I jumped towards the big picture window to look up as well.
What we saw was mind boggling. It was triangular, not an equilateral but an isosceles triangle shape, black in color, and looked like it was at least 3/4s of a kilometer long (half a mile). It was huge! It was hovering, not moving, about a hundred feet above a great eastern white pine that was about a hundred feet in front of our house. As my father was commenting on how big it was, the telephone rang. My mother picked up the phone. It was a neighbor who lived about a kilometer away and she asked to speak to my father. Clearly annoyed, my father grabbed the phone. I found out later that the neighbor was panicked because she was looking at the same thing we were. However, she said to my father it was directly above her house. My father, not wanting to miss seeing more of this thing, said something like; “yes, yes I see it too, no no, I have no idea what it is… I got to go!” He hung up the phone and returned to his spot at the door. At this point we saw our aunt, who lived about 125 feet next door. She was standing on her front porch pointing up at the object and looking at us to make sure we were seeing the same thing. She was motioning with her arms as to communicate; “What is that thing!” My father motion that yes, he saw it too. At this point my father asked someone to go fetch the binoculars. As I ran for the binoculars, my brother and I kept asking my parents what it was. They replied that they had no idea. I remember my father telling us to be quiet. There were these little windows below the big picture window that could slide open, so at this point my brother and I each slid open a window and popped out the screens to stick our heads out to listen and observe. I remember that there was a very quiet “shhhhhhh” sound. No bird sounds or anything other than this quiet hissing sound. We could all see that in the center of this craft there was a circular ring of lights. Tiny white lights. Actually, it was a semi-circle and I realized at that point that it was sort of like a lower part of the ship which was protruding downwards, and the lights formed the edge of this protrusion. My father, after examining the craft for 15 seconds or so, said quietly to my mother; “You’ve got to see this…” He hands my mother the binoculars and says to her; “Look at the lights.” I will never forget what my mom then said; “Are those…?…. those aren’t light, their windows!” She looked a little longer and said; “It looks like there are….” My father stopped her from finishing her sentence and was looking intensely into her eyes and replied “yes.” Immediately my brother and I asked to see through the binoculars, and my father said “I’m not sure the kids should look…” As my father finished saying this, the craft slowly started moving north towards North. We all said; “look! It’s moving!” The craft moved slowly for about 5 seconds and then it took off in a blink of an eye. Later that evening, my brother and I were totally freaked out and we didn’t want to go to bed. We kept asking what it was and my father kept saying: “I don’t know! A UFO?” We then asked what they saw through the binoculars and I remember my dad saying that the lights weren’t lights but rather looked like windows. My mother then said, she didn’t know for sure but there was movement in those windows… “It looked like there were people looking at us.”
I was terrified to walk into my room later that night. I walked in and saw alien eyes looking back at me. It was probably my own reflection, but I couldn’t enter before my mother went in to close the curtains. I didn’t sleep that night, nor did I sleep well for the next few months. To this day I still sort of get this weird, uneasy feeling when I see my reflection in a window at night.
