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99 cliff. I was frozen, afraid to move, afraid to draw a deep breath, for what seemed forever. I knew that if I moved a 1 wow yao a 1 there was a chance that the car would slip on over the side to the bottom of the ravine. Finally the farmer came out in his car and he stopped to tell me he was driving for help. Soon he brought back men who helped me out and secured the car. I teetered over that deep ravine for seventeen minutes. I could only take that incident as one of the many messages or warnings I’ve received over the years. Next day a tornado warning came while I was talking to a neighbor of the family which had experienced the red ball. I had just asked if they had seen UFOs and my host made me and all of his family stand up to go to the cellar on the next farm. We went into a hand-dug hole in the ground, the farmer carrying a lantern and they let the door slam shut behind us. We occupied several chairs and benches and began to talk of their UFO experiences. We were only a few miles from the farm where the red ball’s antics had been experienced. They all had had experiences to share with me. Pen and paper in hand-, I heard and took notes on stories of encounters told by children, teens and adults while a dangerous, and destructive tornado raged overhead. Talk about strange encounters! That area was simply a hotbed of activity. The tornado touched down nearby but after an hour underground we aii. The very next day I was talking with yet another neighbor and again heard a story of a strange red ball invading a family’s home. I was sorry that the family had had such an experience but I was glad to hear about it. That was an unwitting confirmation of the original family’s invasion by the spy ball. Confirmations were always welcome because they helped me learn whether my informants were telling the truth or making up stories. Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator were able to resurface.