In late 1985, I was living in New Paltz, NY, in a boarding house with my brother. We were sharing a room on the first floor and one evening he, the landlord and another person were outside in the backyard while I was in the room, reading a book.
My brother, Frank, ran to an open window and shouted to me, "Matt! Come out here! Quick!" Because of the urgency, I jumped up and out of the house, running to where he was. At that, he pointed up in a direction to my right and said, "Look!"
That's when I saw it: A triangular object, with lights all over it, a few hundred feet in the air and as many yards away from us, moving very slowly over the trees, and making absolutely no sound whatsoever.
Now, Frank decided to contact the local Sheriff, who contacted the nearest air base. The Sheriff's office told us the air base responded with, "It's just a fleet of planes flying in close formation." Uh-uh. For one thing, at that altitude, even at night, the shapes of the planes would have been quite discernible. For another, again from that altitude, the sound of the jet engines would have been very loud indeed.
Are you going to tell me I did not see what I know I saw? What was personally witnessed by three other people?
