First time I ever tried to write this down, first time telling anyone outside the family.
I'm leaving out time and location and some other details because I'm still scared of what might happen with it publicly I guess.
Summer before 8th grade, me and 2 of my friends snuck out at midnight to go walk around the neighborhood and go see these girls on the next block who were having a sleepover.
We turn a corner in our neighborhood and there's this huge black blimp shaped thing in the sky.
Like the pictures of the Hindenburg but bigger than that and as close if not closer.
Completely silent and the size of at least 4 to 5 football fields across, no exaggeration, even though I was young.
We stare at it entranced, asking each other over and over again if we see it, which we all agree that we do, standing there, frozen in one place.
It's like black polished gunmetal, no lights, no sound, no anything.
It's just hovering there.
And then I don't know what happened but time clearly jumps.
Next thing I remember is the craft/ship/government experiment/whatever the Hell it is has gone and there's a tiny glowing white barbell thing in the sky, seemingly slowly falling to Earth with wisps of smoke coming off it.
Then 2 brand new black trucks with silver gearboxes on the back, like F150s or S10s but nicer came speeding down the street, going about 70 m.p.h. in a residential 25 m.p.h. neighborhood.
Then after that I remember walking home to one of my friend's houses and going to bed.
At that point it was like 5 a.m. or 6 a.m. and the Sun was coming up.
We all made a promise to tell my dad in the morning because he worked for the city but we never did.
I don't know what happened later in life to one of my friends who was there, but the other was my best friend and we sort of made an unspoken pact never to talk about it, don't know how or why we did that.
We all grew up and I sort of lost touch with him too.
We did reconnect over social media and such over the years but it was like there was something between us neither of us wanted to touch or talk about.
Looking back on it now, there's no way we could have been the only ones to see it.
It wasn't that late at night and it was over a heavily populated suburb of a major city.
The idea of this has always scared me more than any sort of possible abduction scenario.
That there were others and we're all voluntarily suffering a sort of collective amnesia, except in how we're not.
I've thought about hypnosis but that scares me too, plus I'm not sure if I'd trust the results.
I was just a kid then and I'm not sure if I could trust the hypnotist.
Again, what I do know is that there's no way it was just the 3 of us who saw it.
We're talking a huge thing hovering in the sky directly above hundreds of houses just after midnight on a summer weekend night.
But nothing on the news, nothing in the paper, nothing on TV, no words spoken about it again ever by anyone.
This is a true story.
I'm a little older than the average around here I think, but I know what creepypasta and stuff like that is.
This happened, and there's no way I'm the only one who remembers.