An Abduction tale from Scottsboro, Alabama

My fiance & I had just left her brother’s house at around 11PM, in her father’s car (mid-late 70′s Olds Cutlass), on our way to stay the night at her brother’s in-laws house. The house was on a rural peninsula of the Tenn. River, in the Scottsboro, AL area. Approximately a few hundred yards into our trip (with no house immediately close by), the clear, cool night was interrupted by a startling event. The car lost its power, the street light went out and my battery-operated Seiko LCD watch (one of the first, which I still own but never use anymore) lost its power. At the same time, maybe a second or two after this occurred and having the car safely come to a stop, an incredibly bright, white light appeared off to our right side (tree side, not the side of the water). I opened my driver’s side window and heard no crickets as we heard when we left her brother’s house… it was dead silent. The light stopped over our car and we tried to peer out the windshield to try and catch a glimpse of the object. After being blinded by the light, my fiancee wanted to get out to look. I cautioned her to stay in the car as we didn’t know what it was. We locked our doors and sat there, trying to see what it was. After what appeared to be only a few minutes when my fiancee’s watch restarted, which seemed like an eternity, the light disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

 A few seconds after it left the scene (with no swoosh or other noise that we could discern), the idiot lights on the car came back on, the radio came back on and the headlights came on. I looked at my watch and, it too, had begun to work once again, as had fiancee’s dial watch. I started the car and noticed the street light came back on and I heard crickets outside again, as I still had the window open (so much for using the locks). We finished our trip to town where we spent the nights during our trip. Well, 28+ years later, we still talk about that night. Every so often, on long walks at night, in many areas of where we live and even places we visit, we have the street lights go out on us, but not all of them… just one or two… which may not mean anything at all in this context, but it is weird. We once heard from a niece who grew up in Alabama that her grandparents (whom we stayed with on that trip in 1981) had similar events all the time on that stretch of road, at night, on their way home. In conclusion, I have since read and heard many stories of a similar nature, and have seen some UFO type of explanations.

However, I have no idea what it was that was present that April night in 1981. I do believe in UFOs and the possibility/reality of there being people other than ourselves in the Universe. And, I have heard double-talk denials of something or someone in the hangers at WPAFB from (now deceased) relatives who worked there. Were these people just pulling my teenage leg at the time? Probably… but, what if…