September 2004 Page 20
It all started one morning when I was eight years old; my brother was seven. It was very hot outside and the sky was clear blue in the month of July. Two friends from the neighborhood came over our house to play outside. After about 25 minutes or so, the heat became unbearable. We started talking about how we wished it was cooler outside and the fun we had in the winter months. So we all wished for it to snow.
A couple of minutes later, the four of us noticed a little black dot in the clear blue sky. There were no planes or anything like that overhead, just that black dot. It grew bigger and bigger. Then I noticed it was coming right for my head. I ducked down and when I did, I heard it SWOOSH right over my head. It landed on our side porch, come to find out it was a giant SNOWBALL about the size of the bottom of a snowman. My friends were making snow balls from it.
My mom was sleeping at the time. She awoke because the house shook when the snow ball hit the porch. When she arrived outside with us all screaming for her to tell her about it, all she noticed was that the porch was wet and broken. Since that day we had many other stranger than strange happenings occur.
you have a paranormal tale to tell?