"You said something about something happening right at the beginning of the thing?"

"Yeah. There's like this very fierce face up beside the bed. A very fierce strange face like a giant fly. It hits me with like a bright silver nail. This huge change comes over me. It's terrifying. Like I turn into another kind of a person. I'm big, I'm heavy, I'm dark. I'm bony.

And I start walking out of the room. And it just — it's terrible. And the next thing I know I'm back in bed again, my stomach's all knotted up, I'm scared to death, and the magazine's still on my lap. And then —"

"Could it have been a dream?"

"I don't know. I don't know what to think of it. Yeah, of course it's a dream: It's gotta be a dream. Yet — I don't want to look up there where that thing was. So scared I feel like I'm just totally — it's just totally unaccountable. I don't know what came over me. It's like it came out of nowhere. And there's this face — real mean, fierce face."

"A person?"

"Nah. It's like a big bug. Only it looks at you and you just want to look away. And it has a silver nail in its hand and it hit me with the flat end of the nail and the next thing I knew I was moving. Only I was — there I was back in the bed reading the magazine, still on the same page. An ad for a Mustang very much like my Mustang, only it's blue."

"You had the experience before with that object?" (He probably referred to the October 4

incident, but that was not one that came into my mind.)

"Yeah, it happened to me before. We were out in the lot. Someone came across the lot.

My sister thought it was a fireball. I thought it was a motorcycle. We had — they put up the tent, I came out late. I was just gonna go in the tent. It had been raining. All of a sudden this thing came catty-corner across the lot. And they're all stopped. It had a skeleton on it. Scared the hell out of me. I turned around to run in the house, I didn't go anywhere. That skeleton's in the bushes. It knocked down the tent and they didn't do anything, they just stayed inside it.

Patricia and Roxy and Angie and that was all. And it had a silver thing, and it had real long arms. I was yelling for Daddy, and I couldn't-there was just nothing happening. I was yelling for Daddy and it comes — I can feel its hand on my shoulder. I don't want it to have its hand on my shoulder, it's really terrible. [Making running movements.] I can't run away. I can't run away. And it has its hand on my shoulder and I can't run away from it. It just — it's stuck to me kind of. Horrible! It pulls itself around me so I can see it and God, whoo! Jesus!