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they start coming at you? It sounded like a big fast swarm of bumblebees coming at me. And then suddenly the hum stopped when the voices began to talk. "These voices came out of the thing, this hovering object. I want to explain: my car windows were rolled up tight. And as I said, the wind was blowing. The voices sounded like a group of people, a chorus of voices. They were all talking at the same time, saying the same thing-only they spoke as if what they were saying was being translated into English. Because the words were broken. I mean like when they said the word 'Paul,' they said 'Paahl,' like that. But the last name of the person they were talking about was very distinct. I knew what the last name was." She paused. Her face had lost some color. She was obviously upset. She shook her head before continuing. "Every time I start telling this, I feel nervous. Right now I feel terrible," she said. "I have chills. In fact, I'm on the verge of crying right now. I cried after I got home following the incident. It's not easy to relive something like this. It's more than even unpleasant." "These voices were not impressions in my mind. They were external, coming from that hovering thing. They sounded like maybe they were talking through a loudspeaker, but not quite. I couldn't tell whether they were male or female. I mean, there were so many of them all at once. They gave me a Moravia.' "And then they said, these voices said: "Your son will not remember the time stop the car from the time you left the highway.’ I think that's what they said about Dana. "Well, after about six or seven minutes of terror, my car gradually started to move back toward the road. I had no control over it at all. It moved itself right back onto the road. I was still holding onto the steering wheel and it actually turned like this" - she gestured as if she were turning a steering wheel to the left - "like as if there was somebody sitting there instead of me. "And I gradually came right up onto the highway, to my proper position in the right-hand lane. My lights came back on. And this hovering object was staying directly opposite of me, to my left, facing the car. I still had no control of the car as we moved along the highway. making a turn in her car - "and we're coming into South Lansing, onto another stretch of road. The object was still off to my left, at the same distance and height. The white beam of light from underneath it had gone off when it started to move. Just the blinking red and green lights all around the bottom rim of the thing were showing. They were so bright that it was hard to tell their shape, if Rita Malley paused again. After about a minute, she went on: dreadful message: "'Paul Donalds, Moravia, killed in ... near or in Massena in a tractor-trailer owned by Joe Etinger, "I did not know Paul Donalds, except by name. Because I knew his sister. Marian Donalds and I went to beauty school together. "About three miles down the road, we came around a bend, like so" - again she gestured to illustrate