A group of us were camping when we saw what looked like a meteor cross the sky.
It was bright green, moving fast, and low enough that everyone noticed it at once. We all expected to hear a boom or see it fade into a trail.
But there was no sound.
No trail either.
It moved across the sky, stopped suddenly, then dropped straight down behind the hills.
Nobody spoke for a few seconds.
One of my friends said, “Meteors do not stop.”
We waited for a sound, a flash, anything. Nothing came.
The next morning, we hiked toward the area where we thought it had fallen. We found nothing unusual, but our compass kept pointing in the wrong direction for almost an hour.
Maybe we were tired. Maybe we misunderstood what we saw.
But all six of us remember the same thing: it stopped before it fell.