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Once, but I don’t think it was aliens or supernatural or anything. I was walking home down embassy row in Washington, DC and we crossed 16th St near the White House, and we saw something that looked like a ball of lightening but that way too low to the ground. I asked, “Did y’all see that too?” and complete strangers agreed they did. There was no sound.
Obviously, in that neighborhood, you don’t assume “aliens!” or anything. It was weird to us civilians and I’m quite sure there’s a scientific or classified explanation. But it was definitely a “What the fuck was that?” moment for a half dozen strangers just walking down a busy street.
It didn’t move around or look like images of ball lightening, though it looked like lightening in a sphere in many ways. If it was some electrical explosion, we’d have presumably heard it. So, who knows? Governments and atmospheric conditions do weird shit sometimes.
I'm from DC, and I flipped once because a ball of lightning about 14" around "flew" through our place. Went through a bookshelf, hit a corner, followed the other wall and disappeared through it. Various people saw it, I watched as they all watched it. I think the brain is funny though, cause I seem to be the only one who remembers it. I just figured DC is weird as fuck, and it's one of the DC has some spoopy shit going on type of things. When I was younger, I used to crawl through The Capital at night going through it's underbelly and such. Was always so "electric" feeling. Rooms never felt truly empty, even if you went into one lined with ten pounds of fabric and doors that could smash you dead. Sometimes, DC feels like the Bermuda Triangle in my head. It's different nowadays, but it still holds that image.
You know what, though? My power and plumbing never went out. I was apparently on the White House grid. Aliens could have been the answer and I’d have been like, “My toilet flushes and I have a heater even in blizzards. Aliens aren’t my business.”
Having a shitty apartment that never lost power, water, or heat in a major city when I was 23 is probably the most unbelievable part of this story, to be honest. I didn’t care if it was haunted.
Ghosts can’t even touch you. I’m not paying $400 a month extra for no ghosts. Float on through. Give me the haunted place, a sleeping bag, and a 13 inch TV. I’ll negotiate with the ghosts.
Yo, this is the funniest shit ever! The thing I will never forget is how steep stairs felt going upwards because of the row houses. The owl head shape of the place too. Illuminati =P!