TUGS Instituted ? A Ghost Story

Postby sarwrductan » Mon May 16, 2011 4:54 pm

I wrote this story about a year ago and I felt I just had to share it with you all. Please climb right in and enjoy the challenge to your minds as you read.

After giving Paul a pair of socks to hold in each hand, which were rolled together,another pair of socks were put on his hands ,pulled snug and taped around each of Paul's wrists. The socks were then drawn back down over his hands, and all of his hand was coated in tape rendering his hands useless. You couldn't see the socks when the taping was finished.

Doing to Paul as he'd been instructed, the man took Paul's clothes and left him standing in the empty coal room. The man soon returned with this smelly urine soaked cloth and pinned it onto Paul then added these real old snap around rubber briefs over that.
Leading Paul by the arm,the man takes Paul up some stairs, and into a corridor leading him to a front room area where he had Paul sit down on this rod ironed cushion covered couch of sorts, next to another boy, and locks belts around Paul's waist and chest so he can't get up and wonder off.

In mere moments,she comes into the room with the video camera and bright lights filming Paul sitting there not even looking up at her, just a blank look staring straight in front of him, as if to stare a hole right through the two boys seated across from him, also diapered, having these leather looking strapping muzzles of sorts over their mouths and a look of terror or else anger one , their eyes wide open freaking out may-be.

Paul's attention is drawn to these girls who are walking single file past us, dressed in patient gowns,their arms at their sides, looking straight ahead not giving even a hint they saw us sitting there strapped to those chairs. You would think they were drugged into stupors. And that woman with the camera filmed their arrival, their passing us, our faces, our diapers, the restraints, our breathing I think, and filming the girls front, back,side ,from up high, and down low, all while they are walking slowly by wearing those blue patient gowns.
Next, one by one, we guys are taken out the front door, and stood one behind the other in a line. One boy in front of Paul,and one behind Paul on this huge porch; and by escort of two males, we're marched off the porch, down the steps, as much as thirty or forty times, down and up until we got it right

The steps were old, broken up in places, very wide, this building was huge for an institution. Paul counted thirty-nine steps top to bottom ,not counting the porch, there were three landings between top and bottom.
The woman filmed them from all angles marching single file down, then back up,then from side to side, even our male escorts had to suit their parts;" mean business", you know, strict, forceful,and discipline any of the three who reacted to a broken step, or stepped on a sharp rock barefooted as they are.
She didn't want that in her film but it became unavoidable as the guys feet were cramping, or getting sore,from going up and down so much like that.

Thick vines, and accumulated leaves, overgrown brush and evergreen trees, were on both sides of the steps, all up and down, and there was even huge spider webs
Paul later showed me where he had spotted an old light pole that had not gotten smashed yet because the evergreens hid it The place looked every bit as Paul had described it. I came there because I had doubted his story. Being there you'll see made a believer out of me.


It took me around six hours to explore the whole place, the whole time Paul stayed with me telling all that had happened,where and approximately when and how and to what extent, which I put on tape, or so I thought. When I rewound it, a warm wet feeling enveloped my legs from above my knees down and I turned to see it was Paul who had caused it. Paul smiled at me real big then he started laughing insanely hysterically, backing away from me fading out of sight like someone had turned a dimmer switch lowering the sight of Paul. I mean he just faded!
That light hid in the evergreens, not yet broken, it lights up. At the top of the steps on the porch is the camera lady, the alleged orderlies, and single filed, there was Paul,and the two boys The whole process Paul had described was taking place right there for me to watch

As they got closer to me where I was on the steps, this white haired aged old lady ordered all to stop, and began screaming at me saying,"I can't be there...I must leave, or else get into uniform" and she pointed for me to look which I did, to see a security officer standing with his mouth wide open, staring as if frozen in his place stunned at all he'd just seen and heard. Reading the young man's name tag, I state his name , snapping my fingers, and he looks at me, still stuttering, and asks me, "You're real..right?" I say," yes, very real" He tells me,"I've gotta see you off these premises" and continues," Is that your car at the gate" "Yes Sir it is" I answered. "Well you have to move it, or I'll have to have it towed...my job you know?" "I understand " I said
"You did see that didn't you? he asks me. I look into his eyes which were intent for an answer, then suggest he let me bring my car in out of sight, and he and I would check some things out together. With little hesitation he nods telling me "this is his first night, the other watchman was found in shock in his car, his car doors locked, and motor running.

"I've gotta tell you, my curiosity with this old place and these ghost players, or actors, who ever they are, that haunt here have peaked my interests" I say, as I'm moving my car to the security's office. Locking up, I get my laptop, and hook up in the security office, and start my search for old records, histories, news clippings what ever.
While the security officer was in the hall talking on his cell phone, Paul reappeared to me,still in his diaper,his hands sealed in socks and tape, and he says to me, "It wasn't him"....and points across the room to a small boy trying to hide himself behind the lockers, dressed wearing blue yellow trimmed short snug pants with buttons up the middle. This one's real! I'm thinking in my mind, "How old is that style?"
Paul tells me those shorts used to be his until "it... all happened"... then he never saw them again until after... "all of it was over and done with" ...
"Where's the other two," I ask . Paul says,"they are in the hall with that other guy" Raising up, I bend over straight at him saying," They are not to hurt him...Got that?" Shrinking back startled, he tells me "this man can't see them this time" "Well just don't hurt him" I command "I need him here for your sakes...got that?"


The two boys appear beside Paul looking as if ready to take me on but the camera lady appears snapping her fingers as warning to them that they don't want to do that. She looks at me and says" The guard friend will remain unharmed...and Don't you yell at my boys again" She points at the computer, and the keys start typing, and the screen lights up showing what I'd been looking for.
The security officer and I sit watching the whole thing and I was surprised when he looked at me and asked me if I could help them out? Son-of-a-gun! He's one of those orderlies I'd seen at the beginning...That's when it hits me..."the spirit lost in this story"...a player.
The computer showed it once to me...reading this written version...there it was again. Where it reads,"After that, one by one, we guys are taken out the front door and stood one behind the other in line" Later, it reads, by escort of two males, we're marched off the porch and down the steps it must have been thirty forty times until" WE " got it right

So here I sit, the author, and a participant player, actor, who's been lost from my role, my place, this whole thing like a key where upon looking down to my lap, I find I'm still in that pee smelling diaper, my hands sealed in socks and tape, my mouth muzzled like the others,...and camera lady used the computer to try to re-institute me back to set
I'd imagined in my mind being the writer, the one to come and save us all that "all of it be done and over"....I guess this would be a fair example of..."I am lost and I have gone to look for myself...If I should return before I get back Please ask me to wait here"

Part 2

I'd like to ask you to picture in your mind an area of flat land grown up in tall weeds, grass, brush, vines, trees covering eight buildings scattered on this institution site. The buildings are three stories tall, and as much as six hundred feet long/wide, and perhaps as much as fifty or so feet through.
But one building is four stories tall,as much as six hundred fifty feet long/wide, and sixty feet through. This one has huge pillars on the front of it that takes three ten year olds holding hands to complete a circle around them. There are four pillars across the front of this building.

All of these buildings have been empty about twelve years. This particular building with the pillars, a former intake administration building, has an eight foot fence circling it; long since mangled by collectors, vandals, curious adventurers. In one ground floor end section, there's been a security post set up.

People died in this building. It was unnecessary, and needless, blamed on negligence and faulty training.
There was two thirty year old aides, and a twenty one year old. There was a camera lady, in her forties. Then there was a sixty three year old woman patient.
Add to that, about thirty children between the ages of twelve and seventeen. I the writer, was fifteen at the time.
This institution had been closed except for this building. We kids were patients housed on the first two floors.
The basement had a huge steam furnace, plus a coal room,plus two storage rooms, a radiology lab, and miscellaneous furnishings storage.
For some unknown reason, Nitrous Oxide tanks had been put in the radiology lab; a tank it was reasoned, had fallen and made a spark, whereas an opened valve, some gasoline stored there too with lawnmowers, made for a horror-ific explosion and fire somehow gassing every one in the place.

On the day this happened, the final shoot of a documentary on the last occupants of the place was being completed. The sock covered duct taped hands, and urine soaked smelly diapers and the muzzles, while being marched about, all of it had been one time disciplines practiced at this place.

The entire facility was scheduled to be torn down as soon as the funding was found to do it.
This particular building had been fenced up as well as boarded up after the incident and subsequent two year investigation, following decline in high radiation at the site, as well as site and structural instabilities. That was an official's reporting. A large sink hole had opened up in the basement area as well as some land areas surrounding this building...
Annnd of course, in the years after, kids in their underwear, had been reported seen running around the place with coverings on their faces.
Boards had been pried off doors or windows; and the fence was cut, so a security office was established.
Shortly after the security guard was found in shock, locked inside his car, its motor running, reports went off the charts that the place was haunted by the children who'd been there. Myself, I thought that was cool. I finished, typing, looking with a laugh at my taped up hands, and now my muzzle comes back and I get up and rejoin my friends in line to march, march, do it till we get it right...

The place echoes of the sights and sounds of those times, as the smells and increasing fog like presence of those souls appear to perform on and on
Last edited by sarwrductan on Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:44 am, edited 3 times in total.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: TUGS Instituted ?

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon May 16, 2011 7:10 pm

Loving it! Looking forward to part 2... Or as the equatorians woyld say... Parto dos?

Re: TUGS Instituted ?

Postby sarwrductan » Thu May 19, 2011 9:53 am

"A man without a path with which to walk, cannot dare go forward"...Scottstud94....Can he if He Chooses?
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: TUGS Instituted ?

Postby sarwrductan » Sat May 28, 2011 11:08 am

OOPs sorry folks...Chapter two was added today May 28,2011 at around 3:00 p.m. but how I entered it ....??? hmmm.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: TUGS Instituted ?

Postby sarwrductan » Sun May 29, 2011 5:07 am

Chapter two is added except somehow my entry didn't let my readers know. So Tugs Instituted Part 2 is ready for you. Do enjoy and thank you.
In case you readers missed it...I'm a ghost and I wrote this story after the fact. Laughing...Doesn't that make me a ghost writer ?
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble