Date of Sighting: Summer of 1973 @ 2:45 AM
Location of Sighting: Moorestown N.J.
Color(s) of UFO(s): Intense Bright Blue Light
Further Description of Sighting: It was in the summer of 1973 I was 11 years old on summer break from school. I woke up in the middle of the night and my bedroom was lit up bright as day in a very strange blue glow. There was a faint humming noise present. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it said 2:45 AM.
I became scared and ventured into my parent’s bedroom where I saw the both of them standing in front of the window looking outside. I remember my mother saying “What is it?” My dad saw me and told me to go back to bed. I began to cry because I was scared to death. We all moved to our living room where there was a picture window that looked out to the back of our property, which was on 3 1/2 acres of wooded land.
We could see a very bright blue light shining through the trees back in the woods that could be compared to the brightness of a welders arc.I will never forget the sound this thing made, it was a humming noise in a very low key that tickled the inside of my ears. The duration was only a few minutes and suddenly you could see this thing rising above the trees and it was gone in an instant, as our living room went black.
Well…needless to say, none of us got any sleep that night. My father was afraid to report the incident, as he did not want to be labeled as a crazy person, and I was told not to tell anybody what I saw, for the very same reason. That same morning when the sun rose, my father and I walked back in the woods together to have a look around, and to our surprise there was a clearing with a tree knocked down, and the leaves on the ground were scorched in about a 30 ft circle.
If you were to draw a square around the circle, at all 4 points, there was an indent pushed down into the leaves also scorched. About 20 feet to the left of the site was an area I was always warned about as a kid. It was a 6 foot hole in the ground, maybe a sink hole?
I was always told it was an old water well that was dug by native Americans. I used to throw things down the hole but you never heard anything ever hit bottom. My father always feared it was an accident waiting to happen so he used to throw large branches and wood debris over it so no one would fall into it.
The interesting part of this story is the fact that the hole was uncovered, as the branches and debris were strewn everywhere. The only other thing I can recall from this incident was my father saying to me…”Don’t tell your mother”. I have never been quite the same since… I am a true believer, and only a few people have ever heard this story.