When I was 15 years old, my family life wasn’t the greatest, so I was sent to a group home. It was located out of town to the north of the city. It was located at an old camp site, with animals and barns and creek. Approaching Halloween, the usual pranks and ghost stories increased. Even the house parents got involved telling stories of the neighboring property, a real cemetery.
I talked one of the other kids into sneaking out and pulling a joke on the house parent. I would go out with him and set up the prank and sneak back in and set it in motion.
I got together with Tom, and after dinner it we climbed out the window of his room because it was on the back side of the building and no one would see us. We skirted the perimeter of the compound and made our way to a pole barn that was all the way in the back of the property. Once inside the barn I closed the door and turned on the lights, with the door closed and being where it was the chances someone would see the light would be minimal.
I told Tom to take his shirt and pants off; no not that type of story I had told him to wear shorts on under his sweats. Using rope I made a harness by wrapping it under his crotch, and over his shoulders pulling them tight. Then I bound them together and made a loop around the top of his back just below his neck. All the time Tom making jokes about how it made him stand out in the lower areas, thrusting in my direction when I leaned over to pick up more rope. I had him put his sweat pants back on over the harness to hide it from anyone seeing it. So I then tied his hands behind his back and set him down on a work bench so I could tie his ankles together.
I knew there was an hour and a half before bed check and we would be missed at the house, but Tom didn’t know that. Using some more rope I made a noose, through it up over the rafter and then pulled a crate under it. I walked back to Tom who was now helplessly trying to get out because I really tied him up, tight. He thought it wouldn’t be this way but it was, why, because I liked this allot. Here he was thinking he would be here for a few minutes, but because I am a sadist, he is going to hang for an hour or so. I pick Tom up throw him over my shoulder carry him to the crate set him up onto it. I stood him up and tied the end of the rope to the loop in the harness. I then slid the fake noose down over Tom’s head and tightened it around his neck. He made a face and hung his tongue out like he was dead then smiled and laughed. I pulled out a rag and holding it up to his face I said, “Open up.” He shook his head no and said, “No I don’t want to be gagged!” I didn’t care and forcibly gagged him telling him it had to look real. I hopped off the crate and pulled it from under him; he came down a foot and came to an abrupt stop with an oomph sound. It must have hurt some, but I didn’t care, I made sure he wasn’t in trouble and could breath. I waited to see if he would panic.
He was swinging a little back and forth; I started to punch at him like he was a heavy bag. I told him, he was mine and I was going to have to keep him here for my own fun come in and work out on my punching bag whenever I wanted to. His eyes got as big as baseballs, then I told him just kidding and flicked him in the groin with my finger, he groaned and I laughed, then I started to walk away I said; “Oh be real still when they come in so they think you are dead, and oh yea.” Pointing at my watch, “It’s still an hour and fifteen minutes till bed check.” Turned the light out and left the barn. The last I could hear as I closed the door was a muffled expletive.
I climbed back in the window we snuck out of and Tom’s roommate was there so I had to fill him in so he didn’t get me caught. I went back out into the common room. Watched TV for a while, with an evil grin on my face waiting for time to go by. When time came and the house parent found out Tom wasn’t in the house I steered him in right direction and offered to help find him. I was too easy.
He opened the door to the barn, because it was dark you couldn’t see anything he told me to get the lights, which I gladly did. It gave me a chance to get in position to see his face. When the light came on he didn’t see Tom at first or it didn’t register on him what he saw. Then all of the sudden the blood drained from his face and as his eyes focus on Tom hanging there perfectly still. I think he fell asleep hanging there waiting for me to bring the house parent in. He ran over grabbed Tom’s legs and turned back to me yelling, “GO CALL FOR HELP!!” but I was laughing to hard to keep up the charade any longer. And Tom seeing me laughing so hard couldn’t stay still either. He was so glad that Tom was alive, he didn’t rat us out to the director, after it was all said and done he told us it was the best anyone had ever gotten him and probably ever would be. But he didn’t let us off easy we were put on toilet and garbage duty for a month. It was worth it.