The cement which held the other railings in place matched the white cement perfectly. I go back to the damaged railing and look down. The cement holding that one in place is not even close IT IS GRAY. I put my finger to it. It’s dry and hard but very gray and looks too new (it had sort of a gloss to it). I go back to the marble block, again I see nothing. I put my hand to it and I think I feel something.
I take my student I.D. out and run the edge along the block. I hear a “click” or “skip“, when I looked very closely you could see a hairline crack running all the way through the block. I retrace my steps all the way back to Wilson commons. I get to the commons and I enter. It’s crowed, as I start walking through the crowd, there seems to be some kind of commotion, everyone is looking at me. When I make eye contact with them, they look away. I turn the corner into the main room.
I look at the spot from which I had jumped, and there are men in suits MEASURING with one of those long tape measures they use in sporting events (it’s like a big wheel and you crank it to retrieve the tape). They are measuring all the distances. From how far I jumped to how, to how far I ran, everything. Then I see a group of men in suits (6 to 8) is walking to my left. One of the men sees me and as he tells someone else he points to me. The man with the white hair emerges from the pack, and like a deer caught in the headlights I FREEZE. I cannot move as I watch him walk toward me. My instinct tells me to run but I am paralyzed with fear.
He walks right up to me, and that’s all I can remember. That night, I sat in my room with my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands. As I think about the events which had happened, the room begins to spin. I’m very scared, I don’t know what to do. I want to call home. I want to call my mother. I can’t remember the number. I’m looking for it. I find my address book and I find the number. Dialing the number seems familiar, but it feels odd. As the phone starts to ring, Brian opens the door and enters the room. He sticks his finger on the phone and I am disconnected.
He starts to speak to someone in the hall, they enter, it’s the man in green and the man in blue and Adolph. The sight of these men in my room, speaking to Brian. They know each other, and they know where I live, I’m thinking. This causes such fear in me that the room spins out of control and I, blackout, as the two realities came crashing together.
The Big Lab
After that, I was not the same person, and they began taking me to a lab. Two men in overcoats would knock on my door, I or Brian would open it, they would say two or three words, I would drop whatever I was doing, get my coat and go with them. I had no say, I had no control. That was it I just did it, I don’t know why it was just like when I pulled the car over for Mr. Purrizzo. They had a car outside, I would get in the back and just sit there with a blank stare in my eyes. The lab was, I would estimate, from 30 to 90 minutes away. I say this because the first few trips I remember the trip. I remember getting on a divided two-lane highway, it had to have been the New York state thruway (the only divided highway around) and we road for a while.
I remember them asking me if I knew where I was, asking me if I knew what time it was, was it night or day, and with a big smile, I said “of course I know where I am” as I was proud for outsmarting them by remembering landmarks and remembering where we were going and how we got there. After that, I remember the men in the car “doubling back” one exit on the thruway, and when we arrived the man with the white hair and black leather coat would ask me again “do you know where you are” and again I would tell them exactly what they wanted to know. After that, I don’t remember any more “rides“.
I remember getting in the car in front of the dorm, and then I remember getting out of the car in front of the lab (the facility). I think they finally got smart and programmed my mind somehow so that when they said the word “sleep” or some similar command, I would instantly lay on the seat and would be out like a light until they decided to re-awake me because after that there was no more “ride” only getting in of the car and getting out of the car. At the big lab is where the torture continued but the more sophisticated experiments took place. The head of the project was Adolph. He was no ordinary agent or CIA man, he is a Nazi.