In The Late Fall Of The Year Of 1952 In The County Of Boone W.Va. While Sitting On A Glidder Swing On The Front Porch, With My Grand Mother A Bright Lite Came Around The Mountain And Stopped Over The Two Lane Highway Below Our House. Next To My Grade School We Lived Half Way Up The Mountain So We Were Above The Craft. It Had A Very Domed Lite Under It, That Actually Was A Magnify Lite.When I Looked To The Left Of The Craft ,I Could See A Rock Formation That We Played In. About One Mile From The House. I Could See The Holes That We Crawled Out Of.The Craft Had Port Holes On The Top Of It. They Were Maned By The Grey Beings, Who Pointed At Me And My Grand Mother, And Summed A Taller One To The Window. He Shrugged It Off As Not To Worry About Us. I Looked To The Right Of The Craft, At A Tree, And Saw A Slight Movement In It. There Was A Squirrel That Lived In A Knot Hole Facing The Craft.It Took Off Through The Branches. Then The Craft Took Off To The North Into Space.The Next Day The Local News Paper, Reported There Was Ball Lighting ,Spotted The Night Before.I Knew No One Would Believe Me So I Have Kept It To My Self Ever Since
