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ing。 Her baby was in his crib； happy and well cared for。 Nothing in her house was disturbed。 She mentioned that her feet were sore and her legs ached as if she had done a lot of walking。 All she could remember was visiting a large structure made of red glass。 Jane； too； remembered a red…glass building filled with strange beings in white coats； like doctors； who were examining lines of earth people； all of whom moved like robots apparently in a drugged state。
Beneath all the hallucinatory nonsense I could now perceive the roots of many of the ufological legends。 A surprising number of contactees were orphans and through them the whole 〃hybrid〃 concept was launched。 They were told that their parentage was a cross between terrestrial and extraterrestrial； that slowly more and more earthly women were being impregnated by spacemen and eventually the whole planet would be populated with a hybrid race。 Some of the games I was involved in were obviously designed to convince me of the reality of this crossbreeding experiment。 But I knew it was just an updated version of the biblical begatting theme when the 〃sons of God went into the daughters of men。〃
I noted that as soon as my attitude toward a game changed； the entities switched to a new game。 My pregnant contactees suddenly became unpregnant。
I was more concerned with squeezing accurate predictions for the future out of my mysterious friends。 The dollar； I was told； would soon be devalued。 （It wasn't devalued until years later。） Red China would be admitted to the United Nations （correct； but it seemed very unlikely in 1967）。 Robert Kennedy should 〃stay out of hotels〃 （？）。 Man should not attempt to go to the moon （they were apoplectic over our space program）。 I would soon be moving to a new apartment on the ground floor of a building north of the United Nations。 （This also seemed very unlikely in 1967； but a year later I did find a ground…floor apartment in upper Manhattan and moved。）
In addition to the continuing warnings about the December power blackout； the entities now began to tell me about a terrible forthing disaster on the Ohio River。 Many people would die； they said。 They implied that one of the factories along the Ohio would blow up。 On November 3； 1967； I wrote to Mary Hyre and told her： 〃I have reason to suspect there may soon be a disaster in the Point Pleasant area which will not be related to the UFO mystery。 A plant along the river may either blow up or burn down。 Possibly the navy installation in Pt。 Pleasant will be the center of such a disaster。 A lot of people may be hurt 。。。。 Don't even hint to anybody anything about this。〃
（The naval installation was a fenced…in area in Point Pleasant； facing the river and tightly guarded。 The men who worked there were sworn to secrecy； but during my first visit it only took me a few days to find out what was going on there。 I am not going to reveal any national secrets here； but my private conclusion was that some admiral in the Pentagon should get his ass kicked for wasting the taxpayers' money 。。。 and for putting this type of installation in a populated area。）
Meanwhile the Public Broadcasting Laboratories was having second thoughts about Dan Drasin's UFO special。 After nearly a year of work； and several trips to UFO flap areas； the program was suddenly canceled。 History repeated itself in 1973 when Fred Freed； an award…winning producer； began work on a white paper documentary for NBC News。 Ralph Blum and a team of technicians were in Mississippi interviewing Hickson and Parker when they suddenly received word that the program was being canceled because NBC needed the money and personnel to cover the Arab…Israeli War。
I had other problems。 I was going through one of my broke periods and owed the staggering sum of four hundred dollars in back taxes。 The IRS sent a representative around to see me every single week。 Once； two different IRS men turned up in the same week。 （They were not MIB 。。。 but were definitely from the IRS。） One seedy little character was so obnoxious and insulting that I actually grabbed him by the collar and physically threw him out of the apartment。 Another let slip a remark about a movie deal I was working on （it eventually fell through） which no one； not even my friends； knew about。 The only way he could have known about it was through listening to my telephone conversations。
Was the IRS tapping my phone for a lousy four hundred dollars？ Was I on somebody's 〃Enemies〃 list？
I was plaining to the telephone pany about my many crank calls and telephone interference； so I asked them to run a check and see if my phone Was being tapped。 A few days later my friendly telephone representative called me back。
〃You were right； Mr。 Keel；〃 she said。 〃Somebody is definitely tapped into your phone。〃
I switched on my tape recorder and asked her to repeat the statement； which she did。 Then I asked her to put it in writing； but she hedged there。
〃Do you have any idea who's tapping it？〃 I asked。
〃We can't tell that。 All we know is there's a drop in the voltage that indicates that someone is hooked up to it。〃
She promised to turn the matter over to a 〃Special Agent〃 for investigation。 Nothing ever came of that； either。
When I woke up on July 3； 1967； my line was dead。 I went down to the basement of my apartment building to call the phone pany on a pay phone。 As I walked along the basement corridor I saw the door to the telephone room； which was normally locked； was wide open and a man in coveralls was there surrounded by the jumble of wires from the hundreds of phones in the building。 I told him my phone was dead and he only shrugged。
〃You'll have to call the main office；〃 was his not very helpful advice。
My service did not resume for another twenty…four hours。
Although all my contactee calls were ining； my phone bills started to skyrocket that summer。 I was out of the city and away from my phone for two or three weeks at a time； but when I returned I would find a phone bill for 150…200 waiting。
And that was just the beginning。
III
A reporter on the Daily American in West Frankfort； Illinois； picked up his phone on February 16； 1967； and heard a weird echo chamber voice which instructed him to be at a certain pond at 3：15 A。M。 the following Sunday。 The reporter motioned to his co…workers and they picked up extensions to listen in。 The voice immediately said； 〃'Tell them to put down their phones。〃 Electronic sounds beeped and whistled behind the hollow speaker。 〃Bring no one with you。〃
The newsmen decided it was all a joke but that it 〃was a first…rate performance 。。。 whoever that was had talent and electronic equipment to work with。〃
In my travels I found that newspaper offices all over the country have received these calls； usually hollow voices that sound 〃like they're in the bottom of a well；〃 with background sounds like electronic music or Teletypes。 The purpose of the background is simple enough 。。。 it makes it impossible to tape the voices。 I've tried and found that the