The Sighting

It was a Sunday night and Sharon was driving home from a great party. She’d met a boy she was interested in, but she would probably regret it the next morning.“God, I hate living on a farm,” she said to herself.The drive was long and she started to get drowsy. She turned on the radio to try and stay alert. She decided to take a shortcut and left the highway. Now if Sharon had been sober, she probably wouldn't have worked up the courage to take that shortcut. There were stories about this road, it was known as the hang out for drug traffickers and sketchy folk. But she sped through the shortcut, ignoring the rumors  The road wasn't lit and other than a run down gas station every so often the road was stark. The radio started screeching and making strange noises but she ignored it. She kept on driving singing along to what she could still hear of the tunes on the radio. The noises became overbearing and she turned the radio off. She kept driving. The radio turned on again. “What?” she asked herself. She shrugged and turned it off. But the radio turned on again, louder than ever. “OH MY GOD!,” she jumped.When she looked up from the radio she saw bright lights ahead. She stopped the car. Far in the distance she could see a bundle of lights floating in the air. She slowly accelerated towards the lights. As she got closer, the lights drifted away, keeping the same distance from the car. She stomped on the gas and started speeding, her curious and liquored mind wanting to know what she had encountered. Suddenly, the lights stopped moving, and Sharon kept advancing. Just when she got close the lights shot out of view. Sharon arrived home and couldn't sleep that night. Most people try to convince her against it, but Sharon knows what she saw that night. She will forever be convinced that she had an encounter with an alien ship.