I was driving home for the weekend from school at Indiana University.
It takes me about 2 hours to get home, and I left Bloomington around 10:00 p.m.
At exactly 10:53 I am on a rural stretch of the 2 lane highway I take home, and I notice what appeared to be flashing lights behind me.
I thought, Great, I'm getting pulled over.
So I turned onto the next country road about ¼ mile from where I noticed the lights.
As the car came to a stop and I started to open my glove box to get out my registration and proof of insurance, the lights disappeared, and no car drove past.
Now here is where the story takes a turn for the weird, and I am sure you guys will think I'm just making it all up because it really does seem like something straight out of a typical UFO movie or story.
The electronics in my car started to go haywire.
The radio was randomly changing stations while the volume kept going up and down while the dome light and headlights start to flicker and turn off and back on.
This was at 10:56 p.m.
I start thinking to myself that my battery must be failing, or else I have a short somewhere in the electrical system of my car.
So I lean down to pop the hood so I can take a look at the battery, and that is the last thing I remember doing.
The next thing I know, I open my eyes and see nothing but the night sky full of bright stars.
It was a cold night and it seemed like I had never seen stars that bright in my life.
I sat up and looked around, and I saw absolutely nothing, nothing at all.
I was in the middle of a field, surrounded by corn stalks left over from the recent harvest.
As I started to come to my senses I started to freak out, where am I?
Why the fuck am I asleep in the middle of a field?
Where the fuck is my car?
I got up and started walking toward the distant headlights I could see from a road about ½ a mile away.
When I got to the nearest intersection I looked at the signs which read 350 N & 50 W.
I was ½ of a mile away from my car which was just right off the main road.
I started walking toward the headlights I could see on the main road.
I can't say how long it took me to walk the ½ mile, but it couldn't have been more than 10 or 15 minutes.
When I arrived at my car all the lights were out, my battery had died, which struck me as odd because I couldn't have been gone for that long.
I looked at my phone which was sitting on the passenger seat, and the time was 2:17 a.m.
Over 3 hours had passed since I turned off onto the side road for the flashing lights behind me.
I remember sitting in my car, completely dumbfounded, wondering what the Hell had just happened to me.
After about 30 minutes of just sitting there I remembered that my battery was dead, so I got on the phone and called AAA to come out and give me a jump.
It took about an hour for them to get out to me since I was a good distance away from the nearest town, during which time I just sat in silence, running through the possible scenarios in my head concerning what had just happened.
To this day I couldn't tell you what really happened to me that night.
All I know is I can't think of any plausible explanation as to why I woke up over ½ of a mile away from my car in the middle of a corn field more than 3 hours after I had stopped.
I have only shared this story with one other person, my uncle.
I am sure people would either look at me like I'm crazy, or they would call bullshit on the whole story.
And I can't blame them, if somebody came to me with a story like that, that so closely mirrors the stereotypical encounter story, I probably wouldn't believe them either.