Fast forward 13 years and I am sitting in my car in the middle of the night alongside the same stretch of road where I was found all those years ago. I had woken up an hour earlier with the most excruciating headache and a vague recollection of a dream I had of that night. I had seen the strange orbs again in my dream but I couldn’t make out what they were.
I had this overpowering urge to return to the scene of my discovery, so I slipped out of bed pulled on some jeans and a jersey and tip-toed out of the house. I started my car and waited for around 10 minutes. The lights in the house never came on so my parents were still fast asleep.
As I sit here on the side of the road with my head still pounding I’m beginning to regret my decision. It’s 1 a.m., raining heavily and, while the full moon is out, I am finding it difficult to see what’s going on in the night sky which I’ve been studying for the last hour. There’s nothing. No orbs in the sky and no other unidentified flying objects either. “What am I doing here, this is ridiculous,” I say out loud.
I glance down at my watch and it’s 1:05 and I promise myself to get back to bed and take another set of headache pills if nothing happens within the next ten minutes.
In the distance I see a faint pair of headlights coming toward me. As they approached closer I could tell the car was going too fast. For a moment I looked up at the sky, still nothing. Then my attention was wrenched back to the road as I heard the most audible screeching sound.
The car was sliding sideways on the highway, and then it spun once but still carried on towards me. I could see the driver’s arms flailing frantically on the wheel to try and control the car. The car was about thirty metres away from mine when it jerked heavily to the right and smashed into a nearby tree.
I blinked. I couldn’t believe it. “Oh sh*t!” I gasped. What happened next is hard to explain. It was like I was having an outer body experience. I picked up my phone and jacket, got out of the car and began running.