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98 When my light flashed on those phosphorescent numbers set in that true blackness of a country night, I knew the ee ee Oo ee numbers were a signal to me. “Wow. I’ve got to get out of here.” I spoke the words aloud and then prayed for help. I drove on, and by some miracle, in only seconds I was on the highway. How I found that highway I'll never know. Each new thing I learned about the aliens came from the people I interviewed or chatted with after our business transactions. I was once able to get a major account from a farmer in the Durant, Oklahoma area. After I’d sold him a painting we both relaxed. When I questioned him about UFO activity, he talked about a mysterious red ball of light that zipped around their house then came through the wall of the house to whiz through all the rooms, terrorizing his c 1 family. At the time I had not yet heard anything about the alien spy balls which are basketball sized red luminous objects which are thought to be able to observe everything inside a house and out. The farmer was very concerned. The lucent red ball went through the trees of the back lot, through his yard and through the walls of his house. It had been in his house only the night before we talked. Here, surely, was something new. Something I had not yet heard anything about. His story baffled and frightened me. I knew he was telling a true story. His whole family told of seeing the fiery ball racing through their house. When I left their house after hearing about the glowing balls, I put my foot on the accelerator to back out. It felt as if something heavy stomped down on my foot and pressed the pedal to the floor. I backed with great speed toward a ravine that bordered the farmer’s yard. There was a deep 4 a 1 c 11% drop there and no fence to stop me. I couldn’t move a muscle. I was stopped by a tree stump which caught beneath the center of the car and stopped the vehicle. I was just teetering there on the edge of what was, in essence, a Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding