Bonnie Reservoir
I'm late, but this is a family tale I've told before:
My family (grandpa, grandma, mom, two aunts, and uncle) went camping at Bonnie Reservoir in Colorado. This would have occurred in the early 60s. The children ranged from ages 1 to 13, with one of my aunts being the eldest, uncle being behind at 11, my mom at 7 or 8, and my other aunt at 1. My grandparents would have been in their 30s. They were camping in a Volkswagen bus- the camping model specifically. My grandfather was an experienced outdoorsman, having grown up in rural Illinois during the Depression. Growing up, my mom and siblings were took along on many camping trips. This particular trip was no different in its planning and remained routine until the evening, when my grandfather failed to return from a fishing excursion that he had undertaken by himself.
9 PM rolls around, and its dark- blacker than the blackest black times infinity. The family is concerned. My grandfather has never been late like this.
Now, according to my uncle and older aunt, my grandma decided to drive to the dock, which be a logical place to begin the search. My grandma started to drive around the lake, not realizing she had made a wrong turn. After 15 minutes or so, my younger aunt starts to fuss, and my grandma pulls off to the shoulder of the road to check on her.
At this point, my mom, uncle and older aunt have begun looking out the windows, and my uncle realizes they can't see the lake. My grandma has gotten the 1 year old settled and she gets behind the wheel, and begins to make a three point turn to turn around.
As soon as she fires up the bus, the three oldest kids see hundreds of rabbits running across the ground- away from the left side of the road, the side that will be in view momentarily.
As my grandma completes the first step of the turn, she throws the van in reverse, and realizes she cant back up as there is a 3 to 4 foot ditch behind her, and a similar ditch in front. She remembers putting the bus in park.
A red light appeared in the distance, with rabbits scurrying along the ground away from it. The light turned white. Then red. It was sweeping back and forth. It looked like my grandfather's signaling light. He'd used it often and my family knew what it was.
Now, as they are watching this light move back and forth, something SLAMS into the hood, and bright white light floods the bus.
My grandpa is up all night, after returning to the campsite late. He had run into an old friend on the water and stayed out later than anticipated. He got to the camp at midnight, and when he realized that his family was gone, he went to the ranger station and asked for assistance. They searched for them and were preparing to dredge and or dive for the vehicle, when the bus was spotted on an old service road, 20 miles or so from the lake.
My grandpa was the first to get there. He walked to the door, and as soon as he opened it, my grandma fell out of the drivers seat and said, "Oh thank god you're here." She landed in his arms, and began crying. Her watch, which was purchased less than six months prior as a birthday gift had stopped at 11:15 PM, which would have corresponded with the flash of light.
The kids were sleeping soundly. They had no recollection after the flash.
My entire family, minus my youngest aunt, have told the story. They have made drawings of it. I believe them. They have nothing to gain. They cry when they tell it. I get the goosebumps.
TL;DR: Fucking aliens guys.