Boomerang UFO
by Danny Cortez

When I was 12 my family had a get together. It had been during summer vacation so I had no school to worry about and I was allowed to stay awake for as long as I wanted. It was about 3:00 a.m. when my mom drove us home. I couldn’t believe that I was still wide awake. My step-father had been dead drunk， and passed out to show how much of a good time he had. I had been sitting in the back seat of the station wagon. I had fun that night， and I was looking forward to the next get together， but the drinking and the smoking， I could do without.

We had been on Highway 126 leaving Fillmore going into Piru， heading east. The mountains were to our left， and I had been sitting behind my mom. I watched as the dark hills dipped and sloped as we drove by， when something caught my attention. A strange craft soared above the mountain peaks. Understand， that the mountains were low and along side the highway， so what I saw was pretty close， I’m guessing about 200 feet. It was elongated and somewhat boomerang shaped. I could clearly make out the cross bars that formed the body. There was a red square box with a yellow flashing light， almost like a beacon. It seemed to fly not forward or backward， but instead length-wise and always to the left.

Whatever it was， it seemed to be parallel to us the entire way. "Momma，" I spoke. "There’s a UFO." Mmmmm， was her only reaction. I rolled down the window a bit to make sure that it wasn’t my imagination or a reflection from any cars behind us. The craft was still there， matching the speed of our station wagon. I told her again， "Momma， there’s a UFO." Again， her only response， mmmmm.

We turned into town， and the mountains were off in the distance by this time， and so was the craft that I had been watching this whole time. The craft (for lack of a better word) disappeared through the mountains， and I thought that we were safe until I saw small silvery comets trailing behind the station wagon. I didn’t tell my mom about what I saw this time. She wasn’t paying attention to me anyway. The comets moved in and out of my view， slowly streaking to all directions， and always maintaining the same speed as the station wagon. I was intrigued by the beauty of it all， like falling stars which softly glided on the wind. That was my impression.

By the time that we reached home， I no longer saw the craft， nor did I see the silvery comets. I don’t know at which point they left my view. My mom made my bed on the couch as she had done every night. Our house was small so I never had a bedroom to sleep in. She had been tired from the evening’s events， and my thoughts had still been on what I saw. I laid there awake， in the darkness of the living room， trying to reason what I had seen. Could it really have been just my imagination? I looked out through the window， wondering if the craft or those comets I saw were still there. A face leaned in close against the window and peered in. Its large dark eyes were lifeless. My face grew long in horror.

I don’t remember what happened after that， but I had strange nightmares for the longest time of people coming through the walls to get me. It was the next day when I told my mom of the UFO I saw that night. She asked me， "Why didn’t you tell me?" I almost got angry. "I did tell you， but you didn’t listen!" Do I believe that I was abducted by aliens? No， although I can’t explain the occurrences which happened that night.