"I am not generally afraid of anything, or anyone—mayhbe sharks and God, but that's it! Anyway, that all changed one dark September night. I was working in Newton, Buck's County, Pennsylvania, and some of the younger employees were talking about a road in nearby Buckingham called Hansell Road. The road is long and dark—with only a few houses that sit far off the road. It is not well traveled or lit. After you park and wait for a while, you see green mists appear and cross the road, followed by a black, shadowy entity. These are said to be the spirits of some youths who were murdered by an evil landowner for trespassing on his property.

So one moonless night in September four friends and I took a ride to Hansell Road. The road ascended on a slight incline, with large cornfields on both sides and dark woods looming ahead. The trees grew over the gravel road like a dark canopy. We parked the car on the grass shoulder about fifty feet from the tree line and sat on the hood for about twenty minutes. I got antsy and strolled up the road. I will never forget what I happened next for as long as I live.

I was about fifty feet from the rest of the gang when a red glowing orb began coming out of the woods from the left side of the road. It bobbed slightly up and down about fifty feet ahead of me, small but bright enough that they could see it from the car. The girls started yelling, 'What the hell is that?' I shushed them and watched as it neared the road, as if it were going to cross. When it left the woods, it became two red, glowing orbs floating about six feet from the ground. They bobbed until they stopped directly in front of me, then just stayed there stationary. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I took two steps forward, and the 'eyes' started to move off the road into the woods, then disappeared. I heard no foot or hoof on the gravel road or in the woods.