By. Author Nicholas Robert Grossmann
I was a festival kid. For those that don’t know the subculture of drug use and jam bands. Many of us are rich and come from wealth but many of them come from the plastic spoon and are the dealers themselves. We call those types Hippie Thugs.
Us Festival kids claim to live a life like an anarchist or a utopian society. These kids can live that way, as they have their trusty trust funds from their wall street parents. Me on the other hand came from the streets of Philly. Ahhhh Philidophia… Its not such a bad place and the Cheese Steaks they have. I get mine with caramelized onions and melted provolone cheese. I got into the hippy scene or neo hippy which means modern. I liked the festivals and the parties. They were filled with all kinds of great chemistry. I was no chemist but a lab rat. They can do as many tests on me as they please. I will never turn down a free sugar cube or two…. Or three or ten. Ten is the limit for me.
Ohhhh and why am I telling you this… I’m a survivor of a Cult or should I say Mafia. You tell me. By the way my name is Ted. They call me Bones though. I’m a graffiti artist and very well known for psychedelic art pieces hidden in the tunnels of old Philadelphia.
But let me start by saying I was traumatized in the worst way imaginable. What was supposed to be a spiritual pilgrimage one summer of the year 2010 was great and fulfilling. I remember going and following the bands. So many of those nights after the concert and laying outside my tent watching the stars glimmer and transform into peacock feather patterns swirling around. I freed my mind. So that’s what I thought.
I took a Greyhound bus from show to show. We went to a show in Vermont. I love it up there. Especially the town of Brattle Burrow. I was a dread lock kid. I sold beads that can go into the locks of hair. I custom made these. I knew everyone in the scene. They always spoke of an urban legend of a place deep in a forest called The Fun House. I never believed it back then. It was a resort for people who do psychedelic substances and made for tranquility and perfectly crafted, so you can experience the ultimate psychedelic trip. Again I never believed this.
We went to a Dead Head cover band show. This was a well known one we always made sure to show our support.. After all, we were friends with the bassist of the band. His name was Herald. After a kick ass show everyone was fucked up and on another planet. But this night I took it easy and only did two acid tabs aside from my normal routine with the ten strips. I took it easy that night.
Later on we went to Heralds House which was a 2 hour drive from VT to Maine. It was beautiful up there. I can breathe real air. It was cold but crisp and you can see every star in the sky unlike Philly… with the crappy light pollution. There were two kegs of beer and a mound of hashiesh and THC substances. I had my beer in my red cup and enjoyed some fine hash. Went for a walk outside and I noticed a shed in the back secluded from the property. I heard music coming out so I walked over. Herald was there having an acoustic jam session. He was playing harmonica this time. I never knew he could play that instrument let alone so damn well. Along with him were two acoustic guitar musicians. After they played a tune Herald said “This next Jam is about the Fun House.” So they jammed and I sat and listened, amused by this song. Herald must be joking I thought, because there is no way in hell a resort for hippies exists perfectly catered and designed for people who like to trip out. After that song was done I went for a cigarette outside the shed. Herald asked me for a cigarette. He said he’s a social smoker. We smoked our cigs and I said to him laughing “It was a killer tune and jam you wrote and how you freestyle the lyrics about the myth place The Fun House was brilliant.” Herald said well “I spent a lot of vacations there. I thought he was joking but I saw the look in his face that it was real. Herald said “Dude… where have you been living…? Under a rock. Fun House is real bro..” Herald said “ If I can get you in would you be interested in checking it out.?”? I replied with a Hell yes!
The Herald said this place is secret. Closed off to the public. It’s cozy… they call it a fun house as when you walk into the mansion everything is made to trip you out so you can have the best time.” He described a hallucinations heaven of hologram wall paper, the swimming pool was a purple color water… do to the color of pavement paint they used, The beds were made to comfort and it was so cozy the mattress would swallow you in bliss, and even the toilets in the bathroom were molded and crafted to look like dragons… beautiful dragons….” Now I have known Herald for about 4 years and I knew he was a ball breaker but when he says he’s being honest I know he’s being honest… I asked if we could go A.S.A.P. He said there’s a process to go.. The places are highly illegal and private. Not even the FBI knows of this place. We keep it on the down low. He said for me to go back to philly and pack up some clothes and whatever I need. He said for me to take the grey Hound bus to Michigan Detroit and tell no one. From there he’ll give me a code which will be a Longitude and Latitude. Herald then says “At the bus depot you can take a cab to the town from the Longitude and Latitude. When you get there go to the dollar store in the area. It will be the only one in town and there will be a van waiting to take you to the location… “ He said this is very secretive. That’s how they do things”. I was super excited but a little concerned… but at the same time my boy Herald would never fuck me over and I knew that.. A few weeks later, I did just what he said. Grey Hound bus and the number code and the dollar store. I saw a white van and a man greeted me and asked if I was Ted. He said hop in!” I noticed this man was super cool. He was in his 60s and had tattoos up and down his arm. Some of the tattoos were old and worn but that just made it look cooler. I told him he has kick ass tattoos. He told me he was a sailor and to be frank they were cheap tattoos. He chuckled and said “you get what you pay for.”. I noticed he had a Seal Of Solomon tattoo and all sorts of what looked like occult symbols on his forearms. It was cool, so I asked him.. “ He told me he practices the magik of Solomon and they call practitioners Goetia. There were what looked like two body guards with him and he said “We are ready but first buckle up in here. You are to be blind folded, because you can’t know the coordinates of the location. After all, it’s a hell of a trip and it will be a good 8 hours.” So they blinded me and the man said his name was Mario and that I was welcome to smoke cigs in his van. We proceeded on the journey with butterflies in my stomach… The butterflies were of nervousness and excitement and also a side effect from the speed I took before I got in the van.
Me and Mario and the two goons shot the shit the whole way. There was a feeling of sketchyness… There were times when I questioned if I was being set up or something crazy but I remembered I took speed before I got in the van and it was just paranoia as much as it felt that way.
I have no clue where this place is located. I’m not supposed to know and about 9 hours later due to traffic we arrived. We got to a gate with a guard. I could hear what they were talking about, so I knew it was a gated community. Super excited for this. I heard the security guard say “you’re clear”. And what was a smooth ride across the country to wherever–turned into a bumpy.. what felt like a dirt road I remember. It was about a 2 minute drive down this driveway. The vehicle stops and Mario says “We are here.” The two goons opened the door and took the blindfold out… I had no idea what state we were in but I was at the Fun House and didnt give a fuck! I’m in! Mario said “Not so fast a killer… We have to check in.” They went to an office building off to the side of this wonderful mansion and quite eccentric craftsmanship. I was impressed.. We got to the office and the manager came out, Giovanni was his name and he said “Let me start you off with a couple complimentary 2 hits of the strongest LSD on the market.” He said “ Close your eyes and stick out your tongue.” I proceeded to do that. I stuck out my tongue expecting him to put the blotters on it. Instead I feel a pain similar to being in the dental chair. He shot me with a needle in my tongue!”. Gio said ‘ That was a whole 500 liquid hits of acid my friend that was just injected straight into the tongue.”. Holy shit I was terrified… But I was like ahhhh helll I’m going to enjoy this.. after all this is the Fun House. Never have I heard of people taking 500 hits of acid. I knew though that you can’t overdose and die from it.
I felt another jab in my back and Gio said “That was just a little sedative to add to the cocktail.” We walked into the mansion and I was in heaven.. They sat me down at a massage table and laid me down and said “Let’s start you off with a massage. So as the LSD kicked in I got a massage from a beautiful woman. I remember her fingertips felt like her skin was melting into mine and wrapping around my spine. I noticed that I then went into a ball room filled with festival kids dread locks and all. They were in another dimension, as they also got the 500 hits of LSD. I said to Gio” this is it? It’s just a rave.” He said “There’s a little wait… Your turn is coming up.” My turn came and the two goons walked me to a door and there was an elevator… Gio said “ They are going to take you to The Fun House Now”. We went on the elevator and they beat me up and through me in a chamber and locked the bolted door…. I hear a deep voice… so deep like what a demon would sound like similar to Death Metal Vocals… It said “ Welcome To Hell Motherfuckerrrrrr!” I couldn’t help myself butI soiled myself. I was so scared. I remember thinking the term being scared shitless is actually real as it just happened.
I heard a beep and the green light above the door lit up and it said “beep” and the door opened by itself and I went into the room and it locked behind me. It was so hot in this room I was sweating like never before. I was in hell. They started playing this terrible music called Black Metal. It was so loud it hurt my ear drums…. The heat from the flames of hell turned up to over 100 degrees. Little did I know the whole room was a sweet lodge.. I couldn’t breath, the steam came out and it smelled like windex. Instead of putting water on the hot coals for heat and steam, they poured windex.. The taste of the ammonia was so strong. The massive dosage of LSD heightened my sense of taste and smell. I tried to vomit but nothing came out, as I hadn’t eaten in days. As a matter of fact the only things I put in my mouth days before this were acid tabs and mushrooms. I gagged and made noises in my stomach I never thought was possible to make sounds like that… I almost threw my stomach up. There was no food in there to Ralph out. The green light goes on and another door opens and I run because I couldn’t breathe and was wheezing. The sound of the wheezes echoed and turned into laughter. I ran and got out of that room and was so happy.. I was also on my knees coughing up my lungs. Where the fuck am I and what is this place.
The door shuts behind me and I hear” Hey kid! “ and I looked and there was what looked to be an EMS worker…. I was saved!!! She said” I know the way out of here…” I stumbled and limped over to her as I couldn’t walk straight. Every step I took my feet felt like ice cream. There were a few moments where I tried to lick my toes. She said” Don’t do that son. We’re going to get you out of here.” She put me on a stretcher and strapped me in very tight… I was happy to be saved… All the sudden massive white noise like a static TV came on the speaker and the stretcher raised vertically as I heard chains so it was mechanical. The EMS lady took her EMS clothes off and put a leather suit on. She put a ball and gag in my mouth…. The gagging was so bad I don’t knwo how I didn’t suffocate to death…” She said” Welcome to Hell MAGGOT! And proceeded to whip me. It hurt so bad. I tried to scream. The room turned into melting flesh on the walls and I can see faces morphing out…… She proceeded to dominate me… She had a black leather mask with zippers. She told me I was a worm and worthless and with her high heels she kicked me in my balls. It affected my self esteem.It’s one thing to get kicked in the balls, but with high heels it was intense…She said”How do you like my pumps bitch?” Luckily the pain turned into pleasure from the high of the LSD. But I was beyond teffied and you may as well say I wasn’t human as I morphed into a Water Bug. She left the room and locked the door… the straps were loosened and the green light on the door to my left went off and another door opened so I untied myself and stumbled to the door only to find it was a tunnel.
I proceeded into this tunnel. I was terrified but there was no other way to go. It was dark and I looked for a lightswitch but there was none. So bravely The Water Bug I was. I grew about 5 small arms and antlers and It smelled like a bathroom would by the shower drain. I felt safe…. After all I was a Water Bug and obviously there was a shower or bathtub because I smelled the mildew. I search for the drain so I can wiggle into it. I couldn’t see though. No lights. I went in my pocket and got my lighter… I flicked the lighter a few times it didn’t light. Finally a flame and I’m terrified as I’m underwater with 3 man eating crocodiles. The Crocodiles noticed me and went for the kill. There was some force field around me. I started smelling reptile skin. In this acid trip it made my sense of smell times by 23. I curled up into a ball and all the sudden this intense blinking light was a strobe light and the whole chamber I was in was lighting up and flashing. Now I can almost clearly see the crocodiles, we were underwater. I was in a glass tunnel. The Crocodiles scales turned into a world of colors. They were pink, green, vibrant,orange and sky blue and the crocodiles started trying to eat me but again there was a force field. It was a glass tunnel and the crocodiles couldn’t get me… thank the goddess. All of a sudden the crocodiles started line dancing and changing all sorts of crazy colors. So I joined them and started dancing too. I didnt know what in the fuck was going on. No one should go through this.
The green light went off and a new door opened and shut behind me. It was what looked like a log flum—water ride. I got into the floating log seat and I’m hoping this boat ride will lead to the way out. The log took me into a mountain tunnel… As I floated into the mountain tunnel… the water started smelling funny….. It was again dark there… the more further the log went- the more this smell of putrid rotting flesh… It was like if you got a pile of dead rats and burned them in a fire and inhaled the fumes. I started puking again and nothing came out… I’m gagging and tripping over my throat. My tongue keeps getting stuck down my throat and into my wind pipe. I put a hole in my lip the size of a crater so bad. I couldn’t help it. The drugs made me bite. The black lights come on…. Ultraviolet lighting and I see a world of rotting human corpses dancing like puppets and singing kids songs. They had these corpses about 60 to 80% rotted hooked up to animatronics similar to what you see in theme parks. My flesh!!! My flesh was melting off and rotting away. I pulled my fucking nose off. I was tripping so damn hard my nose was rotting– so I pulled it off. This is why I have no nose. I just felt these maggots traveling into my nostrils and the smell was so bad. Naturally that’s what I did. I couldn’t take it and started at the bridge of my nose… I remember the sound of my cartilage breaking as I snapped it and disassembled it.. I then took my two index fingers and put it in my nostrils and with all my might I ripped it off…. I kept sneezing. It was a massive pain. I’ve never felt pain this bad. I started to cry…. Thank goodness a good cry to get this anxiety out somewhat… My tears were maggots… They went from drops to maggots dripping and crawling down my cheeks … .The boat kept going with this smell … .On a positive note I was in the log boat and there was water! Yayyyy… I stopped the boat with my hand and reached down and cupped water with my palms….I was beyond thirsty. I realized that I can get hydrated … .After all, it looks like the end of the tunnel is 100ft ahead… the lights turned on in the tunnel and I saw all the corpse juice from the puppets seeping into the water I was drinking… There were puddles of this red puss— slime leaking into the water there and I was drinking this… Am I dead? I’m rotting away… I’m a walking stiff…What did I do to deserve this!!! I puked it all back up…. And the green light in the tunnel on the sidewalk goes off and I hear a beep and see a door open…. I stepped out of the ride and walked and it was the door… I’m a fucking stiff and I’m doing the best I can to walk a straight line… I proceeded into the next room.
In this room as a corpse and I’m exhausted at this point as there was nothing in the room!! An empty room thank you….. All of a sudden a trap door opened in the ceiling and I heard the loudest buzzing I ever heard and a mob and swarm of flies came flying through the trap door filling up the room… Theres millions of flies… This is just fucking great. I’m a rotting mess and these fucking things are all eatting me and layings eggs in the putred meat left hanging from my bones. I was never a perfect man.. but I didn’t think I deserved Hell of all things but here I am in Hell. What ever the fuck happned to a Fun House Resort. Giovani is the fucking devil.
In the following room there were what looks to be a gymnasium of what looks to be GG ALLIN blow up dolls. There were a few hundred bouncing around… I proceeded and I started feeling jabs to my gut and punches to my face…These blow up dolls came to life and were beating the living shit out of me! I was never a fan of GG ALLIN and I always thought he was a sick fuck, but I never thought a gym of GG clones would ever attack me. I’m on my knees getting the crap kicked out of me. Now that I look back thinking somewhat logically– there were a few men dressed with GG ALLIN hiding in the mob of blow up dolls with masks pretending to be dolls beating the piss out of me. I walk to the exit with no strength and I’m exhausted. I crawl now just a few more feet… I had no energy but I remember my emergency stash of methamphetamine pills that I used to store in one of my dread locks. Call me clever? You have to admit that’s clever… Anyway back to it i took 4 Triple pills of Meth and I couldn’t move…. I just layed there… Trying to rest and gain some energy to get out of here. 45 minutes later the pills kicked in and it gave me just enough energy to stumble out again. I was so exhausted the meth only made me stay awake and not get high… I stumbled and went outside. It was this wonderful garden….. I felt safe… All the sudden two mafia goons grabbed me under my arms and took me into this cemetery on the path ahdead… They threw me in a hole in a coffin and buried me alive…I’m a rotting mess and I’m alive and I’m being buried now. I began to pull my teeth out, as they rotted away in the coffin. I’m a kingdom of maggots crawling all over me. I am the maggot king! The maggots begin a ceremony and say long live Ted… long live King Ted…. The maggots were dressed in renaissance clothes. They were feasting on me. I was a giant turnkey on their dinner table in the king’s castle… I was that king and the course also. Pass the fucking gravey…. A beautiful blend of gang green and other bodily death fluid. Cheers….. Again long live the king Ted!… After a few hours celebrating with my kingdom and the peasants there I hear a shovel…. It seems I was being dug up… The coffin opened and it was good again… They pulled me out of the hole… I told my maggot knights “Seeeeeeaaaaze them!!!” They dragged me into what looked like a factory room. They put me on a meat hook.. The pain of the hook penetrating the spine…. The twitching…. You twitch when that hook digs in, hitting nerves with random shooting pain all over random parts of your body. Remember the spine is a bundle of nerves. This hook was making me react with twitches and shooting pains… The pain was so piercing and excruciating. They put a bucket under me and slit my wrists and drained the blood. I passed out.. I don’t remember now… I lost track of time from this trauma….
Hanging from the meat hook blacking in and out from the meth I took. I hear the voice of Giovani tell his two goons to take me to the marsh. The goon said but Gio he’s still alive. Gio says …. Just throw him in the fucking marsh with the rest of the bodys. They stuffed me in the van and I’m so fucked up I cant even function. I’m the King of The Maggots! The van drove for about 9 hours but it seemed a lot longer. They pulled over and took me out of the van into a path off the road and threw me in this marsh. I heard them say he’ll die in there just throw him in the mud. Which they did face down in this marsh. Marshes smell bad… I remember… but this one was much worse. They drove off… I passed out. An hour later I woke up and I was on the peak of the meth high…. I had a burst of energy…. I barely did it but I stepped sinking in the mud of the
Marsh. I keep feeling what feels like human skulls and arms on my feet. Now the feeling is very distinct so I can tell it was something. I reached my arm in the mud and pulled out a human spine….. I threw it and went again to pull up by the dreads of this skull. Each step I took through the marsh I was stepping on body parts. I finally made it to the trail.
I walked 15 minutes out onto the highway….. Cars sped past me thinking I was a hitch hiker…. After all, who wants to pick up a festival kid…. Finally after many attempts I laid in the middle of the highway practically lifeless, drained of about 70% of blood and a car stopped in front of me… I hear a man come up to me and say “son what happened? Honey, call 911 nooow!” The police came and took me to the ER. It turns out that I was in Las Vegas.
I spent a week recovering in the hospital. Traumatized from the worst trip anyone can even have. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I am ruined for life now. The detective came in and asked me questions… I told them that I was tricked into going to this illegal resort…..” the detective said “Fun house is it?” I said yeah… how did you know” He said There’s a gang that sells illegal substances on the black market. They also are a Satanic Cult and raise demons. They call themselves Bad Hippy Gang, ran by a man named Giovini Luchi. We can’t tell you too much more right now other than they harvest and traffic blood. That’s why they drained you… Son… if you didn’t take that meth you would be a dead man. That Meth saved your life son.”
I recovered as much as possible and I got sent to an insane asylum. They loaded me up on Thorozine and Gabapentin. Now I’m really walking stiff. I woke up and got my coffee and tuned on the news in the community room. The news covered the Bad Hippy Gang and their Fun House. The anchor said there’s a new drug on the streets and parents it’s worse than you can ever imagine. The Bad Hippy Gang takes kids from raves or festivals and promises them a resort filled with mind altering substances like LSD,DMT,MUSHROOMS, OPIUM, ETHANAL, AND ABSENT. They fill you up with these drugs and make you go through a traumatizing experience to the extreme all to harvest and traffic the victim’s blood. They drain the victim’s blood with the belief the blood is sacred as when a person is traumatized hormones get released in the blood
such as Adrenaline,Noradrenaline,
A few weeks ago there was one case in Florida of a man who killed his wife. He got arrested and gave the excuse that the demon told him to do it. The strange part is he got out on bail. There was another case in Los Angeles. A man went on a spree and robbed liquor stores and when he was caught he told authorities that he used DREAD and gave it to a demon. Another strange coincidence is that he is roaming the streets out on bail. Is this hocus pocus– real or are these coincidental. One thing for sure..this is a new epidemic as it’s making people believe it’s real and they are invisible.”
I turned off the news and powered the tv off. I thought to myself how I will never touch another drop of Acid again or anything but weed. I will find Giovani. I will find him and kill him. I realized my calling in life is to stop Bad Hippy Gang. I’m going to hunt them down…. I’m going to fucking kill you Gio.
To be continued
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