The Lee brothers, Brian and Travis, and their grandmother, Dorothy Sawyer, were sitting at the kitchen table last Saturday evening as a heavy, driving rain storm pelted their small mobile home on Richneck Road in the Clopton area of Gloucester.
Suddenly, the rain stopped, darkness fell, and there was complete silence.
As the family looked out the kitchen window, a grey, swirling mass of grass and debris came out of the woods behind the house, filling the back yard—and a chunk of tree sailed airily by, a broken branch flapping. Then a loud roaring filled the air.
"We snatched Grandma and headed into the bathroom," said Brian. "We were in a panic. We didn’t know what was going on. I reached to close the back door and caught a glimpse of it, then it was gone. It lasted about three seconds."
"It was faster than we could process what was happening," said Travis. "It seemed like it dropped down and went back up. We had no idea it done ...
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