1991, seven years after that weird experience I had I was a teenager, at really really big school and now preoccupied with paranoia about being unpopular and the certain knowledge that no girl would ever like me. And UFOs, obviously! One Sunday autumn night I, for reasons I can't recall, had decided to go to bed at 7PM. This made no sense then or now. I've always been a night owl (or I'd never get to talk to any of you!) and this was odd. I could understand if I decided to go to bed by nine to get up really early, but seven? At that time other kids from school were hanging out at the half arsed church hall youth club at the end of my street (same church as the maybe moving but maybe not statue, for fans of continuity), but I was lying not at all tired in my bed in the same room I'd been not at all tired in seven years earlier and seven years after I was born. The room still had the same wallpaper and it had worn well as I didn't smoke as a child, but a couple of important things had changed. Gone were the Superman curtains! There were no black costume Spider-man curtains then or now and so they had been replaced by red plastic slatted blinds. The bed from before had now been replaced by a Captain's Bed! They were a fad; a bed on top of a wardrobe and desk with a ladder to get up to it. Cool though and actually relevant to the story, before everyone gives up reading! In any case at a little after seven I was lying in bed while my parents were watching TV and my little brother was hanging around in his room next door not in bed, like a normal kid and after a while my mind wandered back to seven years ago and in particular how terrifying it had been and then I began to get more and more anxious and then afraid and then terrified again. A blinding blue/white light blasted through the blinds. Then neon red, then neon green (or maybe the reverse; I can't remember, but it was a red blue green cycle). I can't really describe how terrified I was. I'd desperately wanted to meet 'them' again but the fear was divorced from anything that was happening and was a primal terror that was by far the major part of the experience. It's not a reaction to the events, it's it's own thing! The first time I'd been lying facing the window and couldn't look away, but now I was across the room at a higher angle and could hide and I did! I buried myself under the quilt, hating myself for doing it. But the greatest regret of my life was that I'd wasted the previous experience and never tried to talk to it and I forced myself to look. Behind the blind were three spheres about the size of basketballs red, blue and green revolving around each other in a regular pattern with each moving between the others in turn. I plunged back under the quilt and fought myself. Again, I can't stress enough the primal terror! I couldn't live with myself if I gave up. I had to confront them. I pushed against every instinct and sense. I couldn't properly control myself and forced myself out of bed by just pushing... and wrapped in quilt fell down the ladder into a pile of bedding on the floor. The spell broken I was furious at the delay and fought free of the quilt and lunged for the window, pulling the blind and... Nothing. It had gone.