PEMBERTON, NJ. SUMMER 2007.
It was the summer of 2007. Two friends and I drove to a Weird NJ location known as “Mt. Misery Rd.” I was driving my car that night, which was a green Ford Escort. So we drove around for a while, exploring this creepy, heavily wooded area in the Pine Barrens of Pemberton, New Jersey. We’ve been there plenty of time before, but this particular time we took a different road to switch it up a little bit.
As I was driving and talking about nonsense with my two friends, I didn’t realize how deep I had driven, and I paid no attention to any of the turns I was making. Inevitably, as a result of my mere stupidity, we became lost, trying all different ways, but could not find anything that pointed us in the right direction. Of course, that’s when I noticed that all of a sudden, my ¾ full gas tank was now was empty to a point where the E-light was on. At this point, we were all starting to panic a little.
Then we saw it, this HUGE, slow-moving object in the night sky. I’ve always been interested in UFO’s and all things similar, but up until that night I have never seen one, nor have I seen one since, but this sighting, that night, has changed my life and my perspective of everything.
This giant thing in the sky was quieter than silence itself. My two friends kept telling me to “Go,’’ “Leave,” and “Get the hell out of here!” But I was not about to jet away from this amazing experience. So I stopped the car (but left it running, totally disregarding the E-light), and I stepped out of the driver’s door to get a better look. It was breathtaking. It was even bigger than I had originally thought and it was moving towards the car. Well I don’t know if it knew we were there or not, but it was flying overhead anyways. The underside was beautiful. Four bright blue lights and two or three white lights. The shape of the object was hard to make out, but it kind of looked circular, but not flying saucer. Whatever that thing was it moving too slowly and too silently to be anything man-made.
Then it was time to leave. Gas supply was running really low at this point. Eventually, somehow, we made it back to the main road, and started on our journey home. Over the tree tops we were still able to see whatever it was we saw out in “Mt. Misery Rd.” Not too long after it finally disappeared though, I look at my gas-gauge. It was once again ¾ full.
****I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THIS IS NOT A HOAX OR AN EXAGGERATED STORY. IT REALLY HAPPENED. I WOULDN’T MAKE UP A STORY JUST TO GET SOME INTERNET FAME. NO ONE BUT ME WOULD KNOW THAT “I” WROTE THIS, SO FAME WOULD GO TO NO ONE. I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS WITH PEOPLE WHO ALSO BELIEVE THAT WE’RE NOT ALONE****
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