"Well... [Long pause.] Oh... I woke up in the middle of the night …. I don't understand that. Uh, there's something went past the window?" (I referred to an octagonal window beneath the peak of the living room's cathedral ceiling, approximately thirty feet from the ground. It can be seen from our bed and it looks out into a woods.) "What the hell?

Something went past the window? Something went past the window! There's nothin' pa —

Oh, God 'Anne, the house is —' Something—"

"Something went past the window?"

"A big thing. [Beginning to cry.] No, it was a fight! [Calmer.] It didn't go past the window. It couldn't have gone past the window. I'm going back to sleep. I think the stove's OK. It was a light in the front yard. I keep thinkin'... . Who the hell is that?" (I was looking into the far corner of the bedroom, where I saw a dark shape about three feet tall standing in the shadows.) "Is that somebody? [Pause.] Is that somebody there? That can't be. Y'know I'm lookin' at this thing. I don't think, I don't think I like that. [Long pause. Eyes open.]"

"Relax. Close your eyes. Relax. You're going to stay relaxed, you're not going to open your eves Stay relaxed. Now tell us what you saw."

"I saw something that looked like it had a hood on it, standing over by the wall near the corner in our bedroom [breaks into panic] and I don't want it to be there! I don't want it to be there! Please! God, it-- What's it doing to me? Stop! Oh, oh, stop! What's it doing to me?

[Screams, prolonged, twenty seconds.]" (I cannot recall experiencing at any time in my life such panic as was evoked at this point in hypnosis My memory was of seeing the shape sweeping across the room and realizing with a feeling that galvanized my whole being that it was something totally unknown to me, glaring at me from right beside my- bed in the dead of the night. I then emerged s ontaneously from hypnosis. No written words, noting, can convey my feelings at that moment. All I can say is that I relived fear so raw, profound, and large that I would not have thought it possible that such an emotion could exist.)

"Oh, I feel like I'm gonna throw up in a minute I'm sorry. Oh, God. You know I didn't know there was anything in my house till just this second that night on the fourth of October.

[Weeps.] Ah, Jesus. Oh. God. Oh, boy. Scared the devil out of me. Sorry about that. I didn't expect this to be that bad, because if- I was prepared for being scared on the twenty-sixth. I did not know that anything had come into my house …. Oh, well…. It was there."

"Can you tell us?"