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Months passed, with no other meaningful news from the National
Enquirer, a respectable newspaper as we all know by now. Nothing else had
happened 1968, except for the wedding of Elvis Presley and Priscilla something,
and the birth of their only child (Lisa Marie—exactly nine months after the
wedding!!) on Feb. 1, 1968
1969 rolled in with an endless winter. When spring and then summer arrived, we
gladly opened the windows and put in the screens.
NOW this is what happened:
I was woken after midnight by a whirring sound and flashing
lights outside my bedroom window. I sat
straight up and curled up into the corner of my bed against the wall, watching the
lights and hearing the strange sound.
The sound and lights lasted maybe three minutes. Then suddenly the show ended, and I forced
myself to look out the window at the total darkness.
Somehow I fell asleep and had a strange dream in which the
aliens took two of my brothers, Robert and Bill. For some reason that gave me pleasure.
I told my mom about the incident. Odd enough, Mom had heard the same sounds,
but saw no lights because her room was on the north side of the house. My
room was on the south side.
Is there something to be fathomed from this experience? I do not know.
HOWEVER, if this appeals to you, go to this On the edge of my Bed.
This really happened to me...hard to explain...
This really happened to me...hard to explain...
