Tuesday Nights

One Tuesday night, just about a year and a half ago I thought I saw something pretty strange.

Ever since then I've been pretty serious about Tuesdays, this has changed me.

Now I will tell you the story about why I always look out on Tuesdays.

The Story

I was looking up at the sky. It was 8:23 (winter daylight savings time, It was dark) I was stargazing as I usually do.It was a new moon, and it was a clear sky, absolutely perfect for stargazing.

Everything was beautiful, still, and completely quiet except for the soft chirping of birds settling for the night and a plane.

"Wait is that a plane, or..."

I thought.

"Nope it's a plane."

The stars were amazing and shone brilliantly that night. The sky was very still. The plane got louder as it flew above me.

Still looking up at the sky I saw a brief flash, and it left behind what was shining more brilliant than the brightest star that I could ever have seen moments before. I was shocked. Then whatever it was, dimmed and zoomed away faster than any plane or jet I've ever seen, without a sound.

I could not comprehend anything I had just seen.

So, every Tuesday night, I still go outside and see something different, making sure if it is a plane or helicopter of some sort. Still, every Tuesday night there is always something out there, in the sky, watching... waiting.

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Credited to EveTheAlien

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