Triangle UFO Incident
It was a cool autumn night in 1997 when Arjun Menon, a geologist from Pune, drove through the remote forests of Madhya Pradesh. He had been returning from a mineral survey deep in tribal territory. The nearest village was 30 kilometers away, and the road ahead wound through dense forest, barely lit by the flicker of his Jeep’s headlights.
At exactly 1:13 AM, his radio began to crackle — a high-pitched whine that pierced through the otherwise silent forest. The vehicle’s dashboard lights flickered briefly, and the engine sputtered. That’s when he saw it.
Hovering above the treetops was a massive, black, triangular craft, its edges glowing faintly with blue-white light. It moved silently, effortlessly, and impossibly steady. Three bright lights sat at each corner of the triangle, and a red orb pulsed softly at the center.
Arjun stopped the vehicle and got out, mesmerized. He felt no fear — just a strange pressure in his chest, as if the air itself had thickened. The next moment, a beam of light — pure white, like a spotlight from the heavens — shot down from the craft and engulfed him.
He remembers floating, then blackness.
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When Arjun awoke, he found himself in a large, circular room. The walls were smooth, metallic, and seemed to breathe with a dull glow. He couldn't move — not because he was restrained, but because his body refused to respond.
Three beings stood around him. They were tall, thin, and clothed in shimmering suits that bent the light like oil on water. Their heads were elongated, and their eyes — large and completely black — looked not at him, but through him.
He heard a voice — but not through his ears.
“You are safe. Observation only.”
It echoed in his mind.
A panel opened in the wall, revealing a floating holographic projection of Earth. The voice continued:
“Your kind is approaching the threshold. We have been… monitoring.”
Images flashed rapidly — nuclear explosions, forest fires, cities lit up at night, and finally… stars. Distant, ancient stars.
Then came a painful flash — a sharp sting in the back of his neck. Everything went white.
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He woke up in the driver’s seat of his Jeep.
The engine was cold. His phone said it was 4:28 AM — over three hours had passed. His shirt was damp with sweat, and a small, circular burn mark was on his neck. Shaken but functional, Arjun drove away, trying to rationalize everything.
But things only got stranger.
Back in Pune, he found faint geometric imprints on his skin — triangles within triangles. His dreams were filled with unintelligible whispers and star charts. When he tried to speak of the event, electronics around him malfunctioned. Radios burst with static. Street lights dimmed as he walked by.
He contacted MUFON, the Indian chapter, but they warned him to stay quiet. Others had vanished for less. Some believed the Triangle crafts were not alien, but ancient — older than humanity, possibly watchers or even architects of civilization.
To this day, Arjun wears a copper medallion etched with sacred symbols, gifted to him by a tribal elder who whispered, "They come from the dark between the stars. But they mean no harm... yet."
He never returned to the forest again. But sometimes, late at night, when the sky is clear, he steps onto his balcony and looks up — searching for a familiar shape in the stars.
A silent triangle, watching. Waiting.
