In her book Taken, my now deceased dear friend Karla Turner writes about an important case right under my nose here in Indiana. In one abduction of young Pat, a long blonde-haired, blue eyed, tall appeared in her bedroom. He was in a shaft of sparkling light that came through the ceiling. He took the little girl’s hand and said, “Don’t be afraid my child. These are mine” gesturing to the little Gray humanoids who were standing around the room.
The next day military medical personnel and troops arrived at the farm. They stayed several days conducting all kinds of examinations of the inhabitants and the terrain.