Hello. First I want to make it very clear..I know what I saw. I was a police officer for fifteen years in Eupen, Belgium. I know the difference between aircraft, helicopters, and something that should not exist. What my partner and I witnessed on the night of November 29th, 1989, was not any of those things. My name is Bernard, and I'm calling from Eupen. That's a small town in eastern Belgium, about seven miles from the German border. It's quiet here. Not much happens. We get the occasional traffic violation, maybe a burglary. Nothing that prepares you for what we saw that night. It was a clear November evening, cold but not freezing. My partner Marc and I were on routine patrol, driving through the countryside just outside town. It must have been around eleven o'clock at night. We were heading back towards the station, taking one of the back roads. That's when Marc grabbed my arm. He didn't say anything at first. Just pointed up through the windshield.
I looked up and saw lights. But not normal lights. These were massive, incredibly bright. Like football stadium floodlights, but up in the sky. Three of them, arranged in a perfect triangle. And in the center, there was this red light, pulsing slowly. The whole formation was just hanging there in the air, maybe two hundred feet up. Completely motionless. We pulled the car over immediately. Got out to get a better look. The lights were so bright you could actually read by them. I mean that literally. I looked at my watch and could see every detail on the dial from the light these things were putting out. And the craft itself, once your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you could see the shape. It was triangular. Flat. Dark, almost black. Maybe a hundred and twenty feet across, if I had to guess. The three white lights were at each corner, and that red one in the middle just kept pulsing. On and off. On and off. Here's what got me. It made no sound. None. We were standing there in complete silence, staring up at this massive thing floating above us, and there was no engine noise, no rotors, nothing. Just the wind in the trees and our own breathing. flight is consistently reported across the wave - Carl' I've been around helicopters. I've been near military aircraft. They're loud. This was dead silent.
Marc got on the radio. Called our dispatcher, Pierre Laurent. I know what I saw, and I could tell Marc did too. I remember Marc's voice was shaking a little when he made the call. He said, Pierre, we're seeing something strange in the sky. Something really strange. You need to send someone else out here. Pierre thought we were joking at first. He actually laughed and said something about Santa Claus trying to land early. But we weren't joking. We stayed there for maybe ten minutes, just watching this thing. It didn't move the whole time. Just hovered there, completely stable, like it was anchored to the sky. Then, very slowly, it started drifting. Not flying. Drifting. It moved across the sky at maybe the speed of a slow-moving car, still maintaining that perfect triangle shape, still completely silent. We followed it in the patrol car for a while, keeping it in sight. Eventually it just moved off towards the southeast and we lost visual. When we got back to the station, Pierre told us that he'd contacted the airports. Nobody had anything on radar. Nobody had any flights scheduled in that area. By the time our shift ended around one in the morning, we'd gotten calls from at least thirty other people. Multiple other police units. All reporting the same thing. Triangular craft. Bright lights. Silent. Everyone saw it.
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