I just thought I’d drop you an email about a strange event that
                happened to my other half in the early 90s. The account was
                published by Jenny Randles in a monthly newsletter she produced
                back then. 
I had a copy, but sadly I think it must
                have been thrown away, which is annoying as it was a good
                document of the account. 
                I’ll therefore relate the occurrence as best we can remember. We
                had recently moved to York and were renting a flat in Haxby, (a
                small town just north of York) which is about 5 miles from the
                city centre. On the night of the event I was out for a drink in
                York with colleagues and Mrs M had kindly agreed to pick me up
                in the car (it was before we had kids!). This was pre-mobile
                phones of course and so I rang her from a call box and said I’d
                wait by Clifford’s Tower, in the centre of York. She set off
                almost immediately, the journey at that time of night would
                normally take 15 minutes, tops. I waited for what seemed more
                like an hour and was very relieved when she arrived. She was
                astonished when I told her how long I seemed to have been
                waiting because, other than the quick stop, she had, had no
                other delays. On the way home she related what had happened.
                
                She was passing a field, approaching the village of New
                Earswick, on the way into York when she saw a blue glowing orb
                dropping slowly, she said it seemed to hit the front passenger
                side of the car. She described the orb as beautiful and about
                the size of a volleyball. She pulled over and had a look around
                the car but decided there was nothing to see. She remarked that
                everything was strangely quiet which she thought very odd.
                
She then got back in the car and continued onwards
                to meet me in York. 
In the morning I went out to the
                car and noticed that the front passenger indicator cover was
                smashed - it appeared to be covered in a thick liquid of some
                sort. I took it to be replaced at the garage and remember the
                mechanic asking what had hit the indicator cover because he said
                the liquid seemed strange. 
So that’s the tale
                really, just a series of strange happenings. Nothing
                frightening, just weird. Have you ever heard of anything
                similar? I’ve always thought there may be something more to it,
                I’ve always been fascinated in UFOs and realise the significance
                of the eerie quietness Mrs M reported when she got out of the
                car and of the potential missing time. Anyway, I’m happy for you
                to relate this account if you ever want to but would ask for
                anonymity please.
              
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