The Lake Michigan Lights

I know how this is gonna sound, and believe me, I've had thirty years of people looking at me sideways when I tell this story. But I'm known around Grand Haven as the UFO lady, and you know what? I wear that title with pride. Because I know what I saw. March 8th, 1994. I remember it like it happened last night. It was a Tuesday evening, cold as all get out. That winter had been brutal, one of the coldest on record. Lake Michigan was mostly frozen over, which almost never happens. I was in my kitchen on a corded phone, you know, the old kind you had to pace around with. I'm a pacer when I talk, always have been. My friend Edna was on the line, and we were just chatting about nothing in particular.

So I'm pacing around the kitchen, looking out my back window toward the horse pasture behind our property. We had horses back then, a few of them. And I glanced out there just, you know, casually, not expecting anything. And that's when I saw them. Four lights, just above the tree line. And I stopped dead in my tracks. They looked like moons. That's the best way I can describe them. Four bright white lights, circular, with well defined edges. Not fuzzy or hazy like stars, but sharp and clear. They were the size of full moons, I swear to you. Lined up just above my tree line over the pasture. I said to Edna, I said, 'Edna, I think there's UFOs in my backyard.' And she laughed at first, thought I was joking around. But something in my voice must have told her I wasn't playing, because she got real quiet.

Now here's the thing. I wasn't scared. I know that sounds strange, but I wasn't. I was just, I don't know, awestruck. Mesmerized. I stood there watching those lights for a good thirty minutes while Edna stayed on the phone with me. She could hear in my voice that something was really happening. The more I looked at them, I could see they weren't helicopters, they weren't planes, they weren't anything I could explain. They were just there, hovering, completely silent. No sound at all. And that's what got me. If they were aircraft of any kind, there should have been noise. But there was nothing. Just dead silence over the pasture. Then one of them moved. The one on the far left, it slowly drifted off to the side. It moved toward the highway next to our house, and I thought maybe it was leaving. But then it came right back and settled into the same position it was in before. Like it was just taking a little stroll and coming back to its spot.