The following written confession was submitted via email:

It was in the winter and snow was starting to melt; it was a Sunday and church was mandatory. My mom had put a roast in the oven so it was ready for us to eat dinner when we returned home from church. We got home, ate and my dad wanted to know if we (myself and my two brothers) would go back in the woods and help him get his tractor unstuck before the snow thawed too much. The sun was out and the snow was melting fairly quickly. We owned about 137 acres and the tractor had gotten stuck in a back field a couple of weeks prior. I always loved the outside so I was more than happy to go with my brothers and dad. The tractor popped right out of the ditch and my dad asked if I wanted a ride back home. I declined, my brothers hopped on the tractor and the sound of the tractor faded away. As the tractor sound faded away I started hearing a sound, which is really hard to explain. I guess if i had to explain it it was more like a very very soft hum or buzz, almost like it was in my head rather than real sound, yet I did hear it. I looked around and saw nothing that I could identify making any sound. For whatever reason I felt compelled to follow the sound. The family dog had stayed with me and seemed happy to follow. The snow had melted really fast and only shady places had any evidence of the snow left. We walked for about 250 feet that was partly wooded and partly pasture. As I walked towards what I thought was a sound, I realized we were walking towards a small pond. The pond was no more than 30 feet around. I smiled and thought to myself how silly I was, I must be hearing the sound of the melting snow running into the pond. Since the snow was melting there would probably be water trickling from the hillside into the pond. The pond was on the hillside and I was approaching it from the pasture side. The bank was only about 5-6 feet, but the pond itself was much deeper. The dog and I started climbing up the pond bank, it felt slippery so I was paying more attention to where I stepped to make sure I didn't fall. As I got to the top, I was still focusing on my steps when I noticed the dog had stopped and was frozen in a pointer position, looking across the small pond. Menoy, was her name and she was a garden variety small-medium size mix; she was a protective fearless pouch and had attached and killed predatory animals much bigger than her numerous times! As I focused on what she was staring at, I too became frozen with fear. Across the pond was a whirling mass of matter in the shape of a large loosely formed rectangle. The matter whirled within itself violently, (similar but not the same as in the movie predator) yet I could see through it except for 2 black spots that did not move and you could not see through those. The size was about 10Hx5W feet. I stared at it and made mental notes of its shape and size. My mind raced trying to rationalize what this was I was looking at? Trying to find a logical explanation, a hint of some type of known animal. I was paralyzed with fear. I stood there on the bank of the pond. I could not speak or yell, In my mind at the time everything happened quickly! Somehow I guess I jumped out of my boots and started running as fast as I could back towards the house (it was a long way away) The dog ran in front of me, she didn't look back and neither did I. I had this feeling of doom that if I looked back I would (die), kind of like I would not have been able to handle what it was. I was just too afraid to look back. Somehow I hurdled the barbed wire fence and ran up a steep hill that was covered with glass shards and never got a scratch or cut anywhere. I sat outside on a step by the house and rocked back and forth in the cold, I remember it was getting dark. I still could not talk. All I could do was cry. My mom found me outside crying and my dad came to get me. He kept demanding to know what was wrong and I still couldn't talk, the louder he yelled asking what was going on, the more I cried and rocked back and forth. I think I finally said the word p o n d and he took off with his gun and came back with my boots. I still couldn't talk. When I was able to talk and tried to explain what I saw, he wouldn't hear of it and wrote it off as me being startled by squirrels, that a reflection had played tricks on my eyes. There is nothing worse than being traumatized and then ridiculed. There is an emotional scar that never heals, not to mention a fear that can not be justified. I have lived many years trying to find out what I saw, was it a cloaked thing? a porthole opening up? an implanted memory? I have remained silent most of my life about it; watching, listening, hoping someone would have a similar story or be able to answer my question. What was it, why did I see it? What was the sound I was listening to, was it drawing me to it? Why?

I did not go back there for the better part of 2 years and even when I was at the house in the yard I still felt like I was being watched. Since then I have gone back there hundreds of times staring at that spot with more questions than there are answers. I am more angry about it now than afraid. I kind of dare it to show up again, because I am not a child now like I was then. Fifty years have passed since then. Like I said in my mind the event happened in only a few seconds, in reality it could have been longer. I just don't know.

I am NOT prone to exaggerate or fabricate. What I have stated is what really happened to me, I wish that I had never seen it, but I did and unfortunately I am stuck with this burned in my mind till I die.