9:20 PM 5/23/96 (Thursday) I spent the better part of the day at Lake Monroe, repairing a power generator on board a house boat belonging to a close friend of mine. I was so occupied with my task, that time had slipped by, and had taken with it, that day's good weather. In its place, the evening ushered in a sudden storm of great proportion, paralyzing all water traffic, and stranding me on a dead boat, tied off in a lonely buoy field. I watched helplessly, as a large house boat, loose and unpiloted, passed within thirty feet of me, and certain disaster. Then I saw it crash into half a dozen boats, moored in a row of slips behind me.
I checked the time on my watch. It was half past six, and I knew it would be a long wait before marina security could chance making their way out to pick me up. At nine o'clock, I set foot on dry land, exhausted from my ordeal with the storm. As I was driving north from the lake, all I could think about was a hot shower and a warm bed. I was so tired, that the last thing on my mind was going off on a chase after lights in the sky, but that's usually when they show up.
I had just passed Dillman road, when off to the east, floating just above the tree line, was a bright, yellowish, illuminated object. Exhausted as I was, I still had to get a closer look. I pulled to the side of the road, and jumped out of my van, and watched what I believed to be a spherical ship as it continued to drift northeast. I got back in my van, and turned onto old S.R. 37, then east and south on Fairfax road, and finally completing a full circle by turning west on Dillman road, and back to "new" highway 37. I lost it. I completely encircled the object, but it disappeared.
If it had continued outside the encircled area, I should have re-acquired it. Therefore, it either settled below the tree line and out of sight or it simply "blinked out". When I arrived at home, there was a message waiting for me from John Tosti. I called John only to discover that he was alone and in the middle of an "event." As we were talking, the television was turning off and on without assistance. And the cd player as well, was cycling on its own.
At one point, John said, "Now I'm hearing sounds from the bathroom."
"What sort of sounds are you hearing?" I asked.
"It sounds like something rubbing against the side of the bathroom wall." he answered.
Shortly afterward, he again stopped to listen. He said, "Now I'm hearing something in the kitchen!"
At that point, I asked John if he would feel more comfortable having someone there with him. He said, "I think I can handle it if it doesn't get any worse but I'll be calling you for sure if it does!" Then, John remarked, "Well, maybe all this is due to the storm."
I asked him, "How far is Dillman road from your house?"
He indicated, "About a half a mile."
I then revealed, "John, It's not the storm. I saw the ship!"
I never discussed with John how the remainder of that evening went. I imagine, however, for him it was a restless night.
Lynn Taylor, Association for Aerial Anomaly Research and