Goodreads asked Debra Clewer:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Debra Clewer The mystery in my own life dates back to when I was about 7 years old. My mother and I lived with my grandparents in an old terrace house that had an outside toilet. Late one night I needed to urgently use the toilet. I opened the back door, and in the blackness, at eye level, was a round red spot, which seemed to hover. At the same time, there was a mysterious scraping sound on the ground in front of me. I screamed and slammed the door. After a couple of minutes, I re-opened the door and whatever it was had disappeared. To this day I have no idea what that thing was. Visitor from another planet, maybe?

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