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I swear this actually happened… and I still don’t know if it was real.” It was around 12:30 AM. Empty streets. No cars. No people. I was driving down Oxnard Street in North Hollywood, half-asleep, just trying to get home. Then I saw it. A single red balloon. Just floating in the middle of the stree…

I swear this actually happened… and I still don’t know if it was real.” It was around 12:30 AM. Empty streets. No cars. No people. I was driving down Oxnard Street in North Hollywood, half-asleep, just trying to get home. Then I saw it. A single red balloon. Just floating in the middle of the street. About six feet off the ground. No wind. No movement. Just… hovering there. The string hung straight down, touching the asphalt like someone had just let go of it. At first I thought: Maybe it escape