Once upon a time, several years ago, I had an alien experience.
I was outside at my old house. Probably 2002. We lived in the hills and there wasn’t too much light polution and rarely did anything interesting happen at night or otherwise. I think the most interesting thing that happened other than this was that my dad happened to see a black bear. I think I caught a glimpse of it.
I was outside and just looking around, for no apparent reason, at night. My grandma’s house was above, my uncle had a house below, and hills surrounded us in a U shape (with our house being in the middle of the U and my grandma’s house being at the “bottom” of the U).
So I heard something, looked up and saw your semi-traditional UFO type of thing. It was triangular, had one light at each end, big light, was probably 400 or so feet up in the air and wasn’t too loud, as a traditional airplane would be at that height. It was gone as quickly as it came.
I was scared shitless.
But I didn’t get abducted, no one performed experiments on me, I didn’t get radiation burns, and I’m still not sure what it was.
Whatever it was though, it’s safe to say that there could be much that I’m missing about the situation. Such as, thinking back, had I watched a show about aliens? Had I seen a plane and thought it was something else? Was anything there at all? Did my mind play tricks on me?
All I can safely say is… it would make me more inclined to believe in Earth-bound aliens than Jeff Peckman’s footage. But I don’t. Just because I couldn’t and can’t yet identify what I saw (if anything, truly) doesn’t mean I should jump to the extreme of calling it an alien.