Okay so I didn’t put this in my earlier post "Strange Things In The Desert" because I didn't think anyone would believe this but my son told me I should share it nevertheless so here it is..

It happened about twenty six years ago.

My friend Jack and I were driving an RV pulling an old truck bed conversion trailer to Yucca Valley, he made a deal with a friend of ours to trade his RV for a running truck. We were driving on old Hwy 247 where there was nothing just flat sand and an occasional rock formation.

I remember we passed a rolling sand hill overlooking winding roads of nothing and it was dark (we got a late start) I was laying on the side couch trying to take a nap when he called out for me to come up front and look at what he was seeing. They looked like lit balls of red fire darting past each other going up and down about a mile ahead of us and they seemed to be coming in our direction. As they got closer we noticed that about four of them bunched together making one, then four more joined them.

Jack slowed down and we were hoping they would go away but they didn’t. I opened the window but we heard no sound and they just seemed to hover.

Jack thought F-it and started driving faster, that’s when they all dispersed and flew towards this rock hill. Jack floored it- we were definitely freaked out!

As we were driving we heard a bang from the back of the RV so I ran back there trying to keep my balance because Jack was driving like a bat out of hell and when I looked out the back window I saw the trailer with something sparking in the middle of it.

I turned my head to tell him but by the time I turned back there were flames right where the sparks were.

At this time the red lights were gone, just gone.

Jack pulled over and grabbed the small fire extinguisher by the stove, we stood by the door but were too scared to go outside, with a few exhales he puffed up his chest and swung open the door, we ran out the trailer- I had a big flashlight and I trailed behind him. The flames were getting pretty big lighting up the desert around us, it took a while to put it out at the same time we were looking above and around us.

Jack jumped in the trailer to see what had caught it on fire but all he found were shards of pointed metallic pieces strewn around and a dent in the bottom of the trailer bed.

I jumped in the trailer because I didn't want to be standing on the ground alone, just then we heard something about forty feet behind us on the passenger side, I shined my light but we didn’t see anything, it was quiet, not a car or light in sight anywhere. We heard it again, it sounded like gravel- like when you scrape your shoe on dry dirt but it was closer. Jack thought he saw something so he took the flashlight, I of course was holding onto him so close I could feel his heart thump through his ribs.

He turned the light over where we heard the noise and it looked like around five piles of sand like little mounds in a row, the noise stopped.

He asked me what I thought was going on and I hadn’t a clue.

We started to jump out of the trailer and we heard it again, Jack beamed the light and caught the flash of some reflective diamond shaped eyes that quickly disappeared, then those sandy dirt mounds started moving towards us all at the same time as if something small was pushing them from behind, Jack grabbed me- we jumped and ran towards the RV door, I don’t think neither of us had ever run that fast.

He put the RV in drive and we sped off. We heard things hitting the back like rocks being thrown but we didn’t stop, we were constantly looking around us and I stayed right next to him.

By the time we got to a small town the RV was sputtering, Jack didn’t understand why. It was in perfect shape before we left so we pulled over to check the engine under a street light, he took a walk around and saw that the hot tailpipe had been curled up, “like folded up facing the back of the bumper.” When he looked up, he saw all of the back window’s screens were shredded and the rubber around the glass was hanging.

He took some tools and some gloves and straightened the pipe and we drove a bit longer to our friends house.

We told our friend what had happened but he didn’t believe us. The next day when we woke up, our friend came in asking us what the hell we did to the RV so when we looked it looked like the glass was all etched with scratches up where the screens were shredded, we had no explanation as to what could have cut glass like that and there were dents on top and in the back, in one spot on the siding there was what looked like an impression of five little fingers with nail holes at the end of them and a wide thumb.

Needless to say Jack had to pay our friend for the damage to the RV and we took his new truck and drove the long way back home. We never talked about that to anyone else again.

He kept a few of those metallic shards. He said when he held it, it felt soft but when he accidentally dropped it it turned sharp and hard again. He told me that he had to get rid of them because the more he handled them he noticed his hands start to blister and he didn’t want his kids getting a hold of it.

Five years ago it was daytime and I was driving with my son in my small truck, we were following my ex in his car and we ended up in that same spot, it didn’t dawn on me we were going that way. I started to hyperventilate and my son had to calm me down.

You see, it was times like this that made me hate the desert.