In another of our series of newCommunionLetters, we hear fromFrank,who writes: “On July 28th at 2 a.m., they came. I heard mybasset hound begin to whine. She was cut off in mid stream.I was lying in my bed, and everyone in the house was asleep,except me. I heard off to my left a rustling sound like abird fluttering and I was aware of a shape moving down theside of my bed?a standard ‘gray.’ Immediately I felt likesomething was holding me from the back with one arm aroundmy neck as if trying to hold me down.”
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