Hey there. Thanks for taking my call. I'm calling about something that happened to me and three other guys back in August of 1976. We were up in the Allagash Wilderness in Maine, and what we experienced that night, it changed all of us forever. So here's the thing. Me and my twin brother Jerry, we were both art students at the time, and we decided to take this camping trip with our buddies Mark Holt and Dave Daniels. Mark was studying art with us, Dave was into some environmental stuff. Just four guys in their early twenties looking to get away from everything for a week or so. Do some fishing, you know, just unplug. We'd been planning it for months. We drove up there in mid-August. Beautiful country up there, really remote. We're talking deep wilderness, miles from any roads or civilization. Set up our camp right near Eagle Lake. The first couple days were perfect. Weather was good, we caught some fish, sat around the campfire at night telling stories. Just a regular camping trip.
On the third night, we decided to go night fishing. Now, before we left camp, we built up this huge bonfire, and I mean huge. We piled on enough wood so it would burn for hours. The idea was we could see it from out on the lake, use it as a beacon to find our way back to camp in the dark. Smart thinking, right? So we loaded up our canoe and paddled out onto Eagle Lake. Must have been around ten at night, maybe a little after. Beautiful clear night, stars everywhere. We were maybe a couple hundred yards offshore, just sitting there with our lines in the water, talking quietly. That's when Dave noticed something. He said, 'Hey, what's that?' And we all looked where he was pointing. There was this light rising up from the treeline on the south shore of the lake. At first I thought maybe it was a helicopter or something, but it wasn't making any sound. Not a sound. And the way it moved, it wasn't like any aircraft I'd ever seen.
The thing rose up higher and higher, and it was bright. Really bright. Almost white, with this sort of yellowish tint to it. And it was perfectly silent. We're sitting there in this canoe, four of us, and nobody's saying a word. We're just watching this thing. Then it started moving toward us. Slow at first, then faster. lights over water are consistently reported - Keira' And when it got closer, we could see it wasn't just a single light. It was this sphere, maybe about 80 feet in diameter, just hovering maybe 60 or 70 feet above the water. Mark grabbed his flashlight, one of those big six-cell ones, and he pointed it right at the object. Started flashing it. I don't know what he was thinking, trying to signal it or something. But the moment he did that, this beam of light[ shot out from the sphere. A cone of light, bright as anything, and it was coming right at us.
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