ANNIE FARINACCIO

“A long diamond-shaped craft hovering overhead with the rear edge chopped off, rows of lights running towards the craft's tip. It was a dark grey colour but not as dark as the night sky. It was 100 feet above us at most.”

“It moved so fast my eyes couldn't follow it.”

“It was a dark grey colour but not as dark as the night sky.”

“It was 100 feet above us at most.”

“It followed them along the road for a kilometre.”

“It shot up into the sky and appeared to land in the scrub a few hundred metres off the road, a light now shining from underneath.”