Free The Andreasson Affair by Raymond E. Fowler, J. Allen Hynek

something to drink, and for me to swallow it.”
    Now Betty became visibly upset.
    â€œâ€˜What is it? What is it?’… They said not to be alarmed. It is something I must go through and take. ‘What is it?’”
    Betty waited expectantly. Soon, she felt a thick syrup seeping into her mouth through the connecting tube.
    Betty: It is a—about a spoonful or so they are giving me through the tube, and it tastes sweet. Tastes good. Oh! This feels good! Oh, so relaxing. [
Sigh
] And it tastes…tasted good. It was sweet and thick, sort of like a cough syrup. And I’m just in here and that vibration is going around and around, and it feels good on me. I feel very relaxed—just like a whirlpool.
    â€œDid they give you this water—syrup—through the tube?” Fred Youngren later asked her.
    Betty: They gave it through the tube.
    Betty felt as if she had been transported somewhere during her immersion in the enclosed chair. She later speculated that the strange tank-like apparatus somehow shielded her body from harmful effects while en route. Her intuition was well founded: It would appear that the strange craft
did
carry Betty somewhere. The events that followed indicated that it again landed and linked itself to the entrance of an alien realm.
    Finally, the vibrations ceased. The gray fluid drained from the enclosure, and it opened again.
    Betty: It’s stopping—it’s stopping now, and starting to drain. And I can’t seem to open my eyes yet. I can feel it draining. And now the heaviness is coming back. My hands, and my arms, and my legs, and my feet feel heavy again.
    Somehow, the entities had control of Betty’s eye movement. They had taken safety precautions to assure that Betty would keep her eyelids closed during her immersion. Soon her eyes blinked open, and Betty was startled to see that each creature had a black hood over his head. (See Figure 27 .)
    Betty: They are coming in again. This time they’ve got something dark over their faces, both of them—two of them. “My head hurts.”…They’ve got something dark over their faces like a—sort of like a
hood
, but not a point to it. It is just—over both of their faces.
    â€œThe black things that were over their heads,” Joseph Santangelo reminded her. “Was it like a device that would allow them—a life support system? So they could survive?”
    Betty: It didn’t seem that way. It just seemed like a black hood over them—clothes, like a concealment.
    One of the entities stepped forward and touched something on the chair.
    Betty: The one in front leaned over a little and touched something on the seat there.… I don’t know if it was a button or something.
    Immediately Betty’s hands and arms felt lighter.
    Betty: I’m beginning to feel lighter in the hands and the arms. But my right leg and my feet are so heavy still.
    â€œFollow us, please,” they said. Betty struggled to get up out of the chair. Suddenly she again found some force pulling her between them.
    I later asked if she was wet when she came out of this immersion chair.
    Betty: Yes, I was.
    Joseph: How did your clothes dry?
    Betty: I don’t know.
    Joseph: They weren’t clinging to you?
    Betty: Yes, they were clinging.
    In moments, the trio were again floating above the black track. Betty sighed unhappily. They were moving in the
opposite
direction from which they had entered the half-cylindrical room. As they reached the other end of the chamber, a door flashed open. It opened into a tunnel.
    Betty: And we are—going through a tunnel. Looks like a dark tunnel. They have hoods over their heads. And it’s a very dark tunnel.
    During debriefing, Betty later described gliding along within the darkened tunnel: “Oh, it wasn’t a huge, huge tunnel. It was about the height of this room, maybe even a little smaller.” But the entities’ dark hoods