Back in the early summer of 1967 – thanks to an introduction made by a woman named Jaye P. Paro,
a host on Babylon, New York’s WBAB station – John Keel met with a girl
who had a fascinating story to tell. It was a disturbing story too.
Given the controversial nature of the affair, Keel agreed to always, and
only, refer to her as Jane. As Keel noted: “She was a very sensitive
woman, more ethereal than sensual. There was almost something mystical
about her appearance and grace.” At the time in question, there was a
wealth of very unsettling activity going on in the Mount Misery area of
Huntington, New York, a place about which researcher Arthur Criscione says:
“Locals have called the area Mount Misery for centuries but you will
never find it written that way on any map. It got its name because of
its unfarmable land and the steep hills. Since the area was not
conducive to farming it became a crossroads between farming communities
and the difficult trek caused many a wagon wheel to snap.”
The foreboding area was, and still is, a veritable magnet for
paranormal activity: ghostly, glowing-eyed, and black-haired hounds
prowl around the landscape; mysterious, black cars cruise the roads; and
spectral children and adults – some of a classic “phantom hitchhiker”
variety – wander along the old pathways, always by night. And then there
are Mount Misery’s UFOs, sightings of which reached their peak in the
early months of 1967. Not surprisingly, the local kids immediately
caught wind of the reports. And, as a result, on dark, weekend nights,
girl- and boy-friends would drive around the area, looking for flying
saucers, and, under canopies of trees and darkness, doing what young
lovers do on Saturday nights all around the world. This included Jane
and her boyfriend, Richard.
It was one particularly chilly and dark Saturday evening in mid-May 1967 when Jane and Richard were driving around the roads of Mount Misery
and when Richard, quite out of the blue, fell ill. He managed to pull
the car to the side of the road, immediately after which he fainted at
the wheel. Panic-stricken Jane didn’t know what to do. As it transpired,
the decision of what to do next was suddenly, and violently, taken out
of her by-now-clammy hands. A near-blinding white light flooded the
vehicle, having originated somewhere in the deep, almost impenetrable,
woods that surrounded the car. Jane found herself completely immobilized
in her seat by some unseen, paranormal force. It’s clear there was a
degree of missing time involved, since the next thing the couple
remembered was driving along Mount Misery’s Old County Road, some
distance from where all of the terror exploded. That was barely the
start of the high-strangeness, however.
A couple of days later Jane experienced something that is a common
factor in UFO encounters: an odd and somewhat disturbing telephone call.
The mysterious woman at the other end of the line did not identify
herself to Jane, but – in a weird, “metallic”-sounding style –
instructed Jane to go to her local library, to ask the staff for a
specific book on Native American history, and to then turn to page
forty-two and read it. Very carefully. It was an extremely
curious request (one which bordered upon an order), but Jane felt oddly
drawn to follow the instructions of her anonymous Woman in Black. Jane
reached the library around mid-morning. Even her arrival was dominated
by profound oddities: aside from the librarian and Jane herself, the
building was completely empty of people and was vacuum-like in its
silence and stillness. As for that same librarian, well…
Her hair was black, her eyes were “very black,” her skin was olive,
and her black-colored outfit was curiously out of time. In Jane’s words,
the Woman in Black
was dressed in “an old-fashioned suit like something out of the 1940s,
with a long skirt, broad shoulders, and flat old-looking shoes.” Most
astonishing of all, before Jane could say anything, the woman handed her
– from under a desk – a copy of the very book Jane had been instructed
to seek out by her mysterious caller. Jane, unsettled, but determined to
find out what was going on, took a seat, opened the book and turned to
page forty-two. As she did so, the writing on the page changed from
large to small, and back again, several times. Rather amazingly, the
writing then did something else: it magically morphed into a message.
Jane was able to remember the entire, length message – word for word –
something which suggested it had been subliminally implanted in her
mind. She carefully wrote it down:
“Good morning, friend. You have been selected for many reasons. One
is that you are advanced in auto-suggestion. Through this science we
will make contact. I have messages concerning Earth and its people. The
time is set. Fear not. I am a friend. For reasons best known to
ourselves you must make your contacts known to one reliable person. To
break this code is to break contact. Proof shall be given. Notes must be
kept of the suggestion state. Be in peace.”
With that, Jane stood up from the chair and closed the book. The
mysterious woman was nowhere to be seen. Jane was all alone in a
deserted, silent library. To say she fled the place in terror would be
an understatement.
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