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    Betty: And their eyes are so funny. One minute they are light, and now they’ve got a black ball in it. And they move straight, especially that left eye and…
    Betty had sought desperately to break through the strange tranquilizing effect that somehow shielded her mind from the reality of what was happening. She succeeded momentarily, and reported the following exchange:
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” Betty asked.
    â€œWe have come to help,” the entities replied. “Will you help us?”
    â€œHow can I help?”
    â€œWould you follow us?” the entities asked.
    â€œAre you of God?” she demanded. “You keep saying you have come to help the world. Why?”
    â€œBecause the world is trying to destroy itself,” they answered her. “How can I help the world?” she sighed.
    â€œWould you follow us?”
    â€œIf you are of God,” Betty sighed again. “If you are here to help and are of God, I would follow, but do not deceive me.”
    â€œWould you follow us?” they repeated.
    Betty’s power to resist lessened as the entities stared hypnotically into her eyes. Their slow, repetitive invitation, “Would you follow us?” echoed within the deepest recesses of her mind. But again, her own powerful instincts surfaced: “What about my children? My parents?”
    â€œThey are all right,” Quazgaa answered. “Would you follow us?”
    Jules: What was the rest of your family doing?
    Betty: They promised me they wouldn’t hurt them—that they would be all right. They said, “See, they’re just resting there.” There was no fear on their faces. It was as if they were unaware.… They said, “They are all right. Would you follow us?” He keeps on repeating that—“Would you follow us?”
    â€œOh, Lord,” Betty said softly, “show me what I’m supposed to do.”
    â€œWe will not harm you.” The entities repeated, “Would you follow us?”
    â€œAll right,” Betty replied, very softly.

CHAPTER 3

On Board
    Betty: He said, “Stand directly in back of me.” And so I stood in back of him, and I swooped in somehow, like suction. And immediately, when I did, he was starting out the door, and I was going
through
the same thing, the wood, that they were.
    Joseph: Nobody opened any door?
    Betty: No. I was right in their line. I was following the leader, and I guess they must have—ah, their line must have a passage through.
    Betty was no longer walking. She found herself floating several inches above the ground with a swooping motion that matched the movements of her abductors as they moved along together in single file.
    Betty: I’m just swooping along, step by step as he moves. I’m moving the exact distance from him. The others evidently are following.
    Peculiar foreign sensations pulsed through Betty’s body.
    Betty: My legs feel very strange. My whole body does. It feels like it’s weightless…very funny. And we are outside, and he stopped.
    Betty stared in disbelief. In her backyard, resting on its own struts, was an oval object with a raised central portion. This concerned the investigators. How could such a remarkable object remain undetected by the neighbors? We interrupted Betty to ask pertinent questions.
    Ray: How about the other houses? Could you see the neighborhood?
    Betty: No. I saw haze, all haze.
    Ray: When you went out, how do you know that you were actually in the neighborhood?
    Betty: I didn’t know except for the corner of the house and the ship. The rest of the part seemed very vague and hazy—like a mist was all around.
    During the course of our investigation, the present owner of the house confirmed that the low area in the backyard is especially conducive to dense pockets of fog. Weather records for the night of January 25, 1967, indicated heavy mist in the area.
    Debbie: (Jules’s wife) How