One case of a Woman In Black took place in 1967 in an area of Huntington, New York, which the locals refer to as “Mount Misery” on
account of its steep hills and land that is not arable enough for farming. John Keel, who studied this case, refers to the woman at the center of it as “Jane.” This lady, and her lover Richard, encountered a UFO late one night
in mid-May of 1967 while driving around the area. Then, a couple of
days later, Jane received a telephone call with a metallic-sounding voice on
the other end of it telling her to go to her local library at a particular time
and retrieve a specific book on Native American history.
When she arrived at the library, the place was dead silent and she found
that she was the only person there, besides the librarian — a Woman In
Black who had somehow already retrieved that book for her. Jane sat
down at a desk and opened the book, only to find that the text on the pages
changed size and rearranged itself into a message — as if the “book” were
actually made of digital paper and functioned in a manner akin to the iPads
The message read:

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.

Jane looked up from the book after reading this message (regarding forthcoming “contact” via telepathic hypnosis), the patent absurdity of
which is typical of Close Encounter communications (and is undoubtedly a
tactic intended to prevent scientists from studying the phenomenon
seriously). The librarian was gone and she was now absolutely alone in the
eerily silent library. Never before had that library been anywhere close
to this empty. Where were all of the other employees? Let alone other
people visiting to read books or check them out? Jane was terrified and left
at once.
A couple of weeks later, on June 5, the Woman In Black from the library
showed up again — this time while Jane was having her car tank filled at
the gas station. The woman gave Jane a “menacing, murderous smile.”
The following day, the WIB appeared once more, this time in a department
store, where she attempted to engage Jane in a conversation despite only
being able to speak a very stilted form of English that was in some way
different from the contemporary dialect. As Jane described it to John
Keel, the WIB “moved in a jerky, juddering fashion, her eyes stared with
malevolence, and her words made little sense… It was as if she were
dead.” Most disturbingly, when Jane asked the woman if she was from
around there, “the WIB replied with nothing but a wailing, crone-like,
hysterical laugh.
After she stopped laughing, the WIB asked Jane, “Is there any AU here?”

Jane did not know what that meant, but when she reported this detail to John Keel, it occurred to him that AU is the symbol for the seventy-ninth element on the periodic table: gold. UFOs and their pilots have long been associated with gold and gold-mining. A few years after the time that this bizarre conversation took place, both Erich von Däniken and Zecharia Sitchin would write books focusing on this connection.

The next morning, when Jane was taking a walk in town, this Woman In Black stepped out of a dark alley, said some more absurd things to Jane, and then walked up to a black Cadillac that suddenly drove up as if from out of nowhere, coming to a screeching halt beside them. A man in a dark, gray suit stepped out of the car, “sporting a disturbing, almost maniacal, grin.” He was not the driver, who was still in his seat, but Jane said that he looked almost identical to the driver. The grinning man shook Jane’s hand and said, “I am Apol.” She recalls that it felt like holding the hand of a corpse. The man gave Jane a parchment package containing a small metallic disc. When Jane said that she would mail it to someone who would check it out (researcher John Keel), the WIB grinned as widely as the MIB, at which point they both got into the black Cadillac and drove off.
When Jane opened the little package back at home, she noticed that the disc inside gave off the smell of sulfur, and also that it had changed color from metallic to black.