When Hansen and her husband came over the brow of the hill that night, the bottom of the valley ahead was out of sight.
She still dreams of being able to peek down that valley a little further. What they did see was the whole valley bathed in a bright white light.
It was like someone had flicked a switch, but the light was brighter than the brightest sunlight.
The car stalled and the couple sat there stunned.
On either side of the valley she could see virtually every tree lit up so brightly they had a silvery white colour.
Initially, Hansen and her husband were panicking and yelling at each other. Then they started whispering.
Her husband tried to reassure her it was probably caused by possum shooters with a spotlight. Hansen knew that was rubbish.
They sat staring fearfully.
She suggested driving back to Gisborne.
Anything to avoid going towards the light.
Hansen began to notice her arms and legs were feeling numb and tingly.
She heard a deep buzzing sound and felt dizzy and faint.
She tried to talk to her husband to ask him if he felt the same, but she couldn't speak.
Her next recollection is sitting next to him in the dark, both of them staring out the front window of the car.
She grabbed her handkerchief and wiped away condensation from the inside of the windscreen.
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