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Nancy, Marian, Thom and Matthew were headed home at about 8:00 at night, when they observed what Marian referred to as a bright “floating strip mall” above the left side of the station wagon. The family spoke of what was felt as some sort of force, and a stinging vibe, running through their bodies, before their car coasted to a stop off to the right side of the road. Only the sounds of stones tapping under the fender walls of their car were heard, followed by a dead silence.
The family experienced a period of disorientation, where it was said that the car was facing a different direction than when it had come to a stop earlier. Thomas ran to his grandmother, who was wandering aimlessly in the middle of the road; Nancy cataleptic in the passenger seat but had been driving earlier; Matthew was unconscious in a tight fetal position in the backseat.
The family has collectively been able to reconstruct and piece together much of that night.
Thom’s recollection is one of disturbing accounts in a large dark room, and long brightly-illuminated hallways, under a body-encompassing chamber/cylinder, and crying out for one another.