I’ve been on a lot of blind dates in my life. Most were pretty lame. I didn’t like her, she didn’t like me. Some ended with some pretty easy sex, but then we never connected much after that.
 
This, of course, was in the early days of the Internet. When it was possible to meet people without really seeing their picture. Back when Yahoo had free personal ads. My friend had told me to try it, so I did.
 

 
I wrote an email kind of like a sales letter. And I fired off about twenty a day. Most women, naturally, would ignore it. But some wouldn’t. Some sent me back an email suggesting we get together.
 
Now, this was before smartphones were invented, so it wasn’t possible to text each other right up until the event. This was even before most people had cell phones. So back in those days, once you set a date, you couldn’t really back out of it.
 
One of the reasons I got so many dates was we’d always meet somewhere in the middle of the day, where there were a lot of people. Starbucks or some similar place. I had a pretty good system.
 
Once they emailed me back, we’d go back and forth. Then when I figured out where they lived, I’d find the nearest Starbucks to their house, making it easy on them.
 
And like I said, most dates were duds. One time events. Some were great. One girl I ended up dating for a couple months. But this one girl I met was a little weird. Off. She said she had issues. But she was really pretty, so I saw her a few times.
 

 
Now, when she told me that she lived on a bus, I thought she was kidding. But she told me about how she had this really crazy childhood. He parents were like this ultra hippies. Tin foil hat wearing people that were terrified of chemtrails and had blue skin from drinking so much colloidal silver.
 
So she ran away when she was only fifteen. She had a tough life, but then she met a group of other folks, and they kind of hung out together. She was twenty two when I met her, which even back then was kind of on the young side. But she was interesting, and seemed to be interested in me, so I pursued it.
 
When she invited me to her bus, her home, I was kind of skeptical. I thought maybe she’d take me back to a regular apartment, and that she’d tell me she was pulling my leg the whole time. But I followed her (she had her own car, despite living in a bus) for almost an hour. Outside of city limits.
 

 
To this place that looked kind of like an dump. Later she said it was an unofficial dump. It was in an unincorporated area, so nobody wanted to pay for the maintenance. But there were several kinds of these “camp-like” places.
 
Meaning people were living there in this commune. They didn’t grow any food, since it was kind of out in the desert. But most of these people had jobs. Part time jobs. Where they got water from, I don’t know. They had this big tank, and every time I asked her about it, she just deflected the question.
 
But the more I found out about this place, the more creepy it became. At first I thought it was kind of cool. Trendy. Like those places people tried to build back in the sixties. And the sex was amazing. I don’t what she did, but when I was with her I could last forever. And it felt fantastic.
 

 
But once a month, they had this ceremony. I thought it was like their own version of Burning Man, I mean they seemed to be into that sort of thing. But they told me I wasn’t invited. I wasn’t a member. I could visit, but I couldn’t watch their monthly ceremony unless I had been officially invited.
 
She didn’t tell me the whole story, only that it was pretty complicated. Definitely not automatic. But I was curious. About the ceremony. So I kind of snuck close, brought a pair of high-powered binoculars and watched.
 
At first I thought it was just something they were embarrassed about. They lit this big fire and were all standing around naked. I couldn’t hear anything, but they seemed to be praying. To the moon, or the devil, who knows.
 
So I figured, no big deal. Bunch of hippie like people living in the desert, in a bunch of pretty well maintained houses made out of various things. And every month they have some kind of ceremony, right?
 
Only that wasn’t it. Not at all. After they stood around in a circle, praying and chanting they started bringing these guys out. Only they were like dogs. They were on all fours, and they had a collar around their neck.
 
And these guys looked terrified. They did not want to be there. They would drag them out, most of them crying and pleading, and then hammer some kind of big railroad spike through one end of their collar, effectively keeping them stuck, on all fours, in the middle of their circle.
 

 
Then they would chant, and the poor fucker on the leash would cry and beg and plead. I didn’t know if I should run or what, I didn’t have a cell phone or anything. I was horrified they were going to slice this guy open.
 
But then he was vaporized. I want to say it was like lightning, only it wasn’t. It sort of looked like lightning, but there was no sound. It also seemed to come from the ground, and not the sky. Like this big spike of energy, or electricity would shoot up and then disappear. And the guy would be gone.
 
That night I watched, they did this to six guys. I don’t know where they got them, and I don’t want to know. But the last thing I saw, after I ran away as quickly and quietly as I could, was they all gathered around their large tank of water, and bowed to it, like they were praying.
 
And that’s when I noticed the tank was filled to the top. Whereas only a couple days later it was nearly empty.
 

 
 

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