It started out back in a suburb in Skokie. A man walking out the front door of his family home who had now become used to occasionally seeing the old generation of his neighbors being slowly replaced by a whole new generation moving in. A strange looking guy was outside and while he didn’t at first appear to be menacing. The guy approached me and asked in an offbeat way the single question of, “Where can I find a used car?” This being a time long before the Internet had even been thought of, the home owner responded by saying that the querent might consider traveling back into the city to Western or Ashland Avenues as he would be likely to find a number of used car lots run by the many car dealerships located there. The stranger stared back at the man inertly as if completely unmoved by his response like a block of stone. “There were always the classifieds in the newspaper!“, the speaker retorted to the continued silence. The now silent stranger becoming ever more creepy after the short one-sided discussion. The homeowner then continuing swiftly on his way keeping a wayward eye at the stranger. The weather about him now completely transformed into a sort of overall darkness of a typed that one would expect from an impending thunderstorm.
The next stop was an ad agency that was housed within a massive old warehouse near the city center. The man had arrived there to deliver some large art boards, that from their general appearance, suggested that they were to be used for planning some sort of film or photo shoot. The messenger was sent past the reception desk with a simple wave of the hand and wandered back on his own through a maze of vacant sections and empty spaces where the only ample evidence of photo past shoots was a layout or two haphazardly pinned to a wall. Young men and women occasionally appeared. Each walking back and forth completely self-possessed through the abandoned chaos of walls splattered paint. Occasional piles of debris hastily swept over to the side and then forgotten. One smarmy youth walking up to snatch the art board from the messenger’s grasp only uttering an offhanded command to wait. The man stood there out of the way quietly marveling to himself at the sheer amount of surrounding destruction. A diffident young woman speaking to an unseen companion startled him by breaking unexpectedly into his thoughts. She rattled on in her monotonous nasal tone conversing about the previous night’s events. Breaking away from these trivialities for an instant to question the waiting man and then just as abruptly walked past as if he was simply like a stick of furniture or any other inert object. The man continued to stand there completely immobile for many minutes wondering just what he was supposed to wait for. But no answer seeming imminent. Gradually becoming restless and caught up by boredom, he wandered slowly forward following his curiosity into each room after room. Each space more ravaged, torn down and torn apart. The next locale even more incomplete than the last one encountered a space or two back. No evidence of equipment! Nothing to suggest anyone was doing any useful beyond the languor of casually dressed teenagers lazily milling past. The messenger began to wonder if he wasn’t like some sort of ghost caught up in a dream?
Minutes long ago having past into what seemed like hours he felt sleepy. At one point finding a portion of the floor swept clean enough to sink down upon and lean against a less devastated portion by a wall. He soon closed his eyes. The longer he waited, the fewer people passed by him. He began to realize that his presence had most likely been completely forgotten. Then in turn pondering how soon closing time for this operation might be? The voices of a group passing somewhat close to him but out of sight talking about the installation of a unique accessory to the building. Something that allowed those few with ‘huervos‘ enough to attempt it to slide down within its series of large twisting pipes quickly to the street below. The messenger aware that his wanderings through this place might lead to him being so lost as to being unable to find the front door before it would be locked for the night. He hurriedly got back on his feet. It was obvious that there was no purpose to be served by staying there any longer. By this point there were no more voices encountered as he hurriedly made his way back towards where he hoped to find an exit. Wondering about how he was unlikely to ever get paid for the delivery. All of this was just crazy! In the back of his mind a fear arose. Would I have to seek out this terrible tubular chute as my only means of escape if all the doors were now locked? Eventually a doorway with a glowing exit sign appeared in the dimness. He put his shoulder against the door and it opened to a stairwell within. The hurried sound of his own footfalls echoing in the empty column as he hoped that he would end up at an exist to the street. Along sections of the outside walls of each a landing he noticed the intercession of sections of what appeared to be a gigantic plumbing pipe. This being the mythical device within which those with exceptional daring do might test their manhood. He shook his head as he speculated how long a journey this convoluted path would provide when fully stretched out? Maybe amounting to hundreds of feet in length. What sort of terrifying experience might it be to jump feet first into its darkness to brave so many bone jarring twists and turns? However harrying that might be was now a matter of useless speculation. For someone of his age group some several decades past the elasticity of youth it might occasion a heart attack leaving him to die crammed into a tight crook of this snake-like tube. The doors at the bottom of the stairwell now in sight he broke into the alley. Traversing the parking lot he looked back over his shoulder to see the gigantic carnival colored twisting python structure across the building’s entire side. He was struck with the thought that the entire place ws little more than a fun house for Millennials rather than a place of real business.
An experiment was ongoing kept hush, hush within a nearby glade of the forest. One that involved participants from each sex, a conventional man and a woman, one might guess? The general impression of the purpose of this event being to see how to manipulate each of them in some unique way with an energy field. The result of this manipulation being very extreme and causing a sort of initial memory loss in one of the partners. Odd considering that only one of the two would ultimately be present for view after the completion of each round of experimentation? The inference gleaned from the initial rambling whispered impressions of some that had survived the ordeal suggesting that the bodies of one or the other were remotely motivated in a very unorthodox way. The minds of each participant going totally blank within an hour or two then descending into a state of total amnesia. Thus no one either male of female would ever be aware if they had been brutalized or in any other manner handled roughly up to the point of rape. The details of these experiments remaining safe in the hands of their experimenters. The cumulative results of this program became so heinous in nature that the tales surfaced that the surrounding forest had come alive and then as if in a human state of consciousness and taken those handlers immediately in control of the victims to task by tearing them limb from limb. A coverup quickly ensued producing in its wake the urban legend of this vengeful destruction so that anyone who had heard about it would never be found near to the site again. Warning enough that was enough for all living in the general vicinity to abide from that point forth. The sponsorship of this abomination by the government never spoken of again.