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We've been lied to. New York's "Old Money" Elites are HIDING Something S...
(1) We've been lied to. New York's "Old Money" Elites are HIDING Something Sinister. - YouTube
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There's a part of New York that nobody ever hears about. It's not Manhattan. It's not in the burrows. I'm talking about the place deep in the woods, where the real old money hides in upstate New York. A place built on generational wealth, surrounded by private gates and personal security, where the people won't talk to you unless you're a member of the country club.
And you'd think it'd feel happy golucky on the inside, but it doesn't. Everything inside that place feels strange, like almost sinister. The wealthy families act like they're untouchable, like the rules don't apply to them. And the more you see how things are run, you realize that the rules definitely don't apply to them and they take full advantage of that because if anybody ever exposed what's actually happening in those woods, everything would collapse.
I accidentally got access to this place and I had no idea how dangerous it was until I got there. If you're a regular viewer of the channel, please like the video now. You know it's going to be good. If this is your first time here, consider subscribing. And if you like this video, this channel was meant to binge, so go ahead and watch the whole catalog.
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And I only say accidentally because I'm not even from the area. When I was younger, I would spend some summers in upstate New York because some of my family lived there. One of my favorite cousins named Jack lived in Kingston and I could sleep on his couch. I could do whatever I wanted. So, I'd have about two months every single year to spend as much time there as I wanted.
And Jack was an absolute hustler. He had all of these odd jobs. We would spend like 2, three days a week working and all of the other time we would spend having fun. So, I think I was about 18 years old when I was up in Kingston. And this summer, Jack had gotten us a caddy job. If you don't know what a caddy is, it's basically a person that works at a country club and assists the golfers.
So, a golfer comes in, they ask for a caddy, and you basically make their experience on the golf course as seamless as possible. It is absolutely the best job that you could get during a summer at that age because it is by far the highest paying, especially if you're at a very ritzy country club, which this place was. It wasn't in Kingston.
You had to get closer to Manhattan, about 30 minutes away. But there's this sweet spot in that area that has a ton of country clubs, and we got in to the nicest one. It was one of Jack's friends got us the hookup and we got to spend two or three days a week in this beautiful place getting tipped hundreds of dollars for hanging out with the dudes.
Most of the guys very pleasant, very fun. They're there to have a good time. They're having drinks. They're pretty good at golf in general. They just want to be treated nice because they're spending a lot of money. So, all we had to do is be accommodating. And this job was so fun. So, we took it seriously. We wanted to be the best caddies because we wanted them to come and request us.
So, we got really good at it really fast. and we built up some pretty good clientele. But if you've never worked at a country club, I'll break it down to you. The caddies basically have to wait in a queue. So if there's eight caddies there, whoever comes in, you're basically in line. So if a golfer comes in, requests a caddy, the person that's number one in line goes with them, unless somebody else is requested.
And on this one day after me and Jack got our footing, like we really knew what we were doing. We were getting requested here and there. This one dude came in and all of the other caddies that had been working there for a few years at that point gave up their spot in line. I remember it like it was yesterday.
They saw this guy walk in and all of them almost in a joking fashion but laced in something real went behind Jack and I. Like they gave up their one, two, three, and four spot and put us all the way up front. They're like, "You guys could take him." Apparently Jack knew who this guy was as well. He heard the rumors about him and he's like, "I don't really want him.
You want to take him?" I didn't hear anything about this dude and I was last in line. I wanted to get at least two rounds in that day, make a couple hundred bucks, have two chances at tips. I didn't care who this guy was. Maybe they know he doesn't really tip, but I think I could win him over.
So, I'm like, "Yeah, I'll take him. I don't care, guys." That was my first mistake, thinking that I could win this guy over because he immediately requests a caddy. The front desk looksover at us. I'm number one in line. They wave me over. I come up and I introduce myself. Really kind, really respectful. Hey, how you doing? My name's Doug.
I'm going to be your caddy today. Anything you need, I'm there for you. That's how you do it. You look them in the eye. You let them know that you are here to help them today. This dude doesn't even shake my hand. Doesn't acknowledge me. Literally puts his bag down and walks away. doesn't introduce himself.
I don't even know his name at that point. But I pick up his bag. I'm like, "Okay, he's me a tough cookie to crack, but we'll get there." We go out onto the course. I'm doing everything right. Setting up his TE's, making sure he has the clubs. I'm not clanking his clubs together. I'm not in his line of sight.
I'm range finding for him. Every ball he hits, I'm the first one to it. I have suggestions when he asks, I'm all over it. And the first few holes, he's giving me nothing. He's a grouch. Like a real real grouch. Like in his heart, he doesn't even enjoy the fact that he's on a beautiful country club golf course getting served by somebody.
By hole three, I realized that this dude is genuinely mean-spirited. And I'm starting to understand why the other guys were like, "We don't even want to be around him." There was a darkness attached to this man. Nothing was fun. Nothing was good enough. No suggestion that I had or act of courtesy that I showed him was worth his attention.
He treated me like I was subhuman, like I barely even existed. tossing me clubs, tossing me towels, cutting me off when I'm telling him how far we are from the hole. Like, I know, I know. Basically wanting me to shut up and serve him. But I'm not letting him crack me because if I start to get bad at what I'm doing, he could justify not tipping me.
I'm not going to allow him to do that. I'm going to let him earn his bad reputation. I'm going to give him great service. He's going to tip me nothing and it's going to be horrible. And eventually, there's going to be no caddies willing to help him. I'm not going to lower my vibrations for this old grump that's miserable. What is there to be miserable about? So, I make the conscious decision to start making jokes. big smiles in his face.
Every bad comment that he makes, all of his bad attitude, any mean-spirited remark, big smile, quick-witted comeback, not letting him shake me whatsoever. I started to get on his nerves, and I could tell that he was trying to crack me. He was being more and more rude. He was being more critical, but he also started to play worse.
And by hole 8, this dude had cheated a few times. He had taken some mulligans. And I took it upon myself to start making jokes. I'm tracking his score. And after he takes three mulligans in one hole, kicks a ball out of the sand pit to get a better shot, and then he three putts, I'm like, I'll take that down as a par for you here.
And I'm genuinely messing with him because it seemed as if he thought he was getting away with cheating in front of me. Like, dude, I am right here. I'm hosting your game. I see that you're cheating and you're asking me to take down the score like you're announcing what you scored on that hole when I saw you cheat three times. So, I'm going along with it slightly, sarcastically, but optimistically, and it is getting under his skin.
By hole 12, he absolutely shanks a drive. Like, I'm talking horrible. Dings it off the edge of the club, sends it completely into the woods, and I go, "You want me to go get that?" And I'm making jokes like, "I didn't see anything." And I toss another ball for him. Like, I'm entertaining his cheating.
Like, bro, I'm on board with it. Whatever you want, I don't care. And he makes me go get the ball that he shanked. And as I'm coming back, he drives the ball while I'm in front of him. and the ball kind of like whizzes by me like that was super inconsiderate. Okay, getting the hint. You don't like what I'm doing.
And he makes an excuse about the last ball that I gave him or I was in his line of sight. That's why you shanked the first one. And I decide to crack a joke about the rotation of his torso because he's being rude to me. And I'm like, I don't know if it was me, man. You didn't really turn your hips over on the last one.
And he looks at me so upset and so angry and doesn't reply. We finish up that hole. We get to the next one. And I do everything right. And he shanks this one into some water nearby. And I'm not laughing. I have a slight smile on my face because he didn't turn his hips over again. And he always looks up from the ball before he actually makes contact like he's not a good golfer.
And I'm thinking about what joke I'm gonna crack, but he doesn't hesitate. And he turns towards me and with both hands he whips his driver towards me. And I'm talking as hard as he can. Like this thing is helicoptering through the air towards my face. I have no option but to just drop to my stomachlike I collapse.
So the thing whizzes over my head. I can't believe that he threw the thing at me that hard. But in my head, I'm thinking, I'm not even going to let that bug me. I'm not letting this old grump get a rise out of me. But as I'm getting to my feet, he has already closed the distance on me, and he's walking up to me, redfaced, eyes bulging, viciously angry, even though I did nothing to him on this hole. I've been nothing but nice to him.
By the time I get to my feet, he is in my face holding my collar of my little caddyy polo that I was wearing and he's gripping it and he's like digging his knuckles into my collar bone and he's pointing in my face basically scolding me like as if he has total authority over me and can treat me however he wants.
He's saying horrible things and I'm just kind of smirking like I'm not doing anything to him. He's like a feeble old grumpy guy. and his finger is like a centimeter away from my nose as he's basically spitting in my face and he starts slapping me. Like I'm talking like little short tight slaps onto my cheek in between scolding me and like pointing in my face.
The first one couldn't believe he did it. Didn't hurt or anything like that. But now he's actually hitting me. He threw a golf club at my head. He's gripping me, spitting in my face in between his lispy insults. And now he's smacking me. And he does it again. I cannot believe it. I have the biggest smile on my face. I can't believe he's doing it.
and I'm letting everything slide. Nobody's around. We're on like a very big country club golf course. Like nobody could hear this. Nobody could see this. I can't believe I'm in this situation. But then he brings up my parents and I remember he said this verbatim. He mentioned them and said broke slummy pores.
I was like that's like three slurs. He seemed really proud when he used that combination of adjectives. It was extremely creative, but it got him manhandled. And I'm not going to go into any detail, but he had a vicious reality check that day. I turned into Ric Flair for a minute there. I have no idea how many times I spanked that man's face.
But he came back down to Earth very quickly. And as I was finishing up this absolute whooping, I thought, what is going to be the thing that makes this dude the most upset? And I thought, if I switch it right back to being cheery and happy and start talking about the next hole. So that's exactly what I did.
I finished up. I stood up. I picked up his bag and I was like, "Are you ready to continue? We got a couple holes left. I think you could par this thing." Which also is an absolute lie. If you don't know what a par is, it means it means you did good. And he was doing god awful. So, I was being very sarcastic and I was pretending like the physical altercation that he lost didn't even happen.
And I thought he was going to rage quit and just storm off the course and it was going to be this whole thing. But he's looking up at me off the floor still with like veins in his neck and his head and his face is all red, especially the right side. But he looks like a little joyous like he almost like enjoyed it.
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That's an extra 25 cents back on every gallon using promo code Douggee. Back to the story. >> Like and subscribe. This man stands up off of the fairway, walks up to me, and shakes my hand for the first time that day. The handshake that he ignored. and he goes, "My name is Benedict, but you could call me Benny.
" So, I reintroduced myself, thinking that he might hit me. Trying tocatch me off guard, but he's beaming with excitement. It's like I won him over. And he starts saying things like, "I knew I liked you. Rough around the edges, but you're exactly what I've been looking for. You're not like the other kids these days, these softies, these pushovers.
" He starts talking about like, "I can't even get my sons to do anything remotely useful." And I'm like, "Okay, it's a little bit of oversharing. If you treat them the way you've been treating me all day, I could understand why they went from some distance from you." But I'm letting the guy talk and he's talking my ear off the rest of the time we're on the course together.
There's a couple holes left, but he jumps right to the chase. He's expressing to me that he wants to mentor me, that he wants to bring me onto his team and onto his estate, and he wants to give me opportunities that I didn't have before. He was basically saying that he was going to change my life. 5 minutes ago, he was calling me and my family broke slummy pores, and now he's telling me, "I'm going to change your life forever, kid.
" Basically promising me the keys to the universe. And I was going along with it. I was like, "Whatever. I'm going to be nice to you. I was nice to you when I was slapping your head off. I'm going to be nice to you now when you're pretending to be nice. And we get to the end of the course and he's telling me that he's going to give me a call tomorrow and basically like, you're going to start ASAP. I'm like, yeah, okay.
I'm going to start working for you ASAP. And I give him his clubs back and he takes out a watt of cash and hands me $1,000. And this man goes, "You're my caddy now." I'm like, "That's the weirdest sentence I've ever heard, but okay. If you're throwing around $1,000 and all I have to do is hear you talk my ear off and slap you around on the sixth hole, I'll be your caddy a couple times a week.
" and he takes my information, my phone number. He's like, "Expect a call or a text from me." And I'm like, "Okay, Benny, hope you had fun today." He leaves. I go back to the other caddies and the ones that aren't on the course that are still waiting in the queue, Jack being one of them, is like, "How'd that go?" And I hold up a,000 bucks.
And I'm like, "It went pretty good." And they're astonished. They're like, "How did you get him to tip you? How did you get him to talk to you?" And I jokingly said to all of them other than Jack, I just had to knock some sense into them. And they had a good laugh thinking that I was joking.
But the day went on and finally when me and Jack were driving home, he's asking me more about my time with Benny on the course and he's like, "Dude, that that guy sucks, right?" And I was like, "Dude, he sucked until I knocked some sentence to him." And he gives like a half chuckle and he's like, "What what did you actually do?" And I'm like, "Jack, I slapped the head off that man.
" And he's like, "What are you talking about?" And I tell him the entire story. I'm like, "I was messing with him. He whipped a golf club at my head, started slapping me, and I whooped him." I think it was on the like the 12th or 13th hole. And Jack is losing his mind laughing when I'm explaining this to him. He was losing it by the time I got to where he threw the golf club at me and he's like, "No, you didn't." Like, tell me you're lying.
You have to be lying. I'm like, "I swear he switched up after I humbled him." And now apparently he's given me a job and is going to mentor me and change my life. And Jack is losing it. He can't believe what he's hearing. He's like, "Do you know who that guy is?" And I was like, "Oh, oh, Benny talking about talking about my boy Benedict.
" And he's like, "Dude, he's a billionaire. That is one of the most powerful dudes in the country. You're telling me you slapped him around?" And I'm like, "Now you're lying. There's no way." He Googles him. He shows me. And I am in utter disbelief. This dude wasn't just a rich guy like owned a couple factories or had a gold mine or something, which a gold mine's very rich, but this dude was generationally wealthy.
I'm talking from a lineage of billions. I'm talking buying elections rich. And I want to be very clear. If I knew that before, there's no chance I would have done that. I thought he was a random country club member. I didn't know how much influence he had. I didn't know how much power he had. And I'm assuming that he thought I knew who he was.
So, he must have thought I was really brave for doing that to him. But I had no clue. He was giving me too much credit. I thought he was a random grumpy country club member, not some oligarch. But anyway, now Jack was interested in what he was talking about. I was like, "Hey, he said he was going to call me tomorrow.
We'll see." So, tomorrow comes. I get a phone call pretty early in the morning and it's from Benny. And right away, he's like, "You're going to start tomorrow." I set everything up. Just be at theestate at 9:00 a.m. I need you to receive some deliveries for me. I can't trust anybody else to do it. And I have him on speaker and Jack's right there.
He's pointing to himself. He's like, like, get me involved. Get me involved. And I reply to Benny, "Can I bring my cousin Jack? He's my ride. He works at the country club, too." And Benny replies, "Is he anything like you?" And I'm like, "He's just like me." And Benny's like, "We'll get him started as well." Like no hesitation.
and didn't need to know his background. He trusted me that much to bring a secondary person to this new mentorship program. He didn't even mention how much he was going to be paying us, but giving me $1,000 to Caddy. You could only imagine it was pretty good money. So, we agree. We'll be at the estate tomorrow morning.
Me and Jack were talking about it all day. We had no idea what we were doing other than I needed to be there for a delivery. So, we wake up the next day. We have the address. I get a text from a different number. It wasn't Benny, but it was all the information that we needed. And we just wear our caddy clothes.
We're wearing polos, hats, beige pants, golf shoes, and we're like, "This this must be it. Maybe they'll have a t-shirt for us, whatever." We're not thinking much of it. We arrive to the neighborhood because we're following the directions to the estate and we realize just how serious this is. I'd been to gated neighborhoods before.
You know, sometimes you're delivery driving and you just ring the security and you're like, "Hey, delivery to this address to this person. They buzz you in." And usually there's multiple entrances to every private neighborhood. This one was in the middle of the woods, like upstate New York, with one entrance.
And it was two buildings on either side of the road with a heavyduty gate in between and then a very serious gate clearly surrounding whatever this massive property was, whatever this neighborhood was. And it was in a very hilly and windy road area. You wouldn't expect a private neighborhood to be here. I always expected to be like a culde-sac neighborhood or like when you really think about it, like a Beverly Hills style neighborhood.
No, like this one was out there. and we show him the text messages. We tell them what we're there for. They call the estate. They get approval and he lets us in. And it's this whole major thing. We pull into the first gate, they check the car, they check our IDs, they take pictures of us, and then they let us through the second gate.
And as we're driving through these winding roads, through legitimate forest. It's weird cuz it looks really nice, but it's also very wooded. Every once in a while, we're driving by a legitimate mansion. And in the distance on some of the roads, we could see like a glistening lake, and we're slowly getting closer to it. as we're getting to this man's estate and when we pull up to it, there's another gate and there's security there.
So, there's the neighborhood security and now there's private security in front of this estate and we're like, "What is this place?" So, we go up to this guy. Very similar situation. Heavy security. He lets us in. Now, we're driving, I would say, a good 3 to 5 minutes from the gate to the house. That's how big this property was.
I don't really know acorage. It had to be above 10 acres. And there's multiple buildings on this property. There's even a small lake on this property. There's like the big lake which is a little bit down the road, but there's a small lake on his estate. And there's a little boat house for the lake, and there's gardening houses where they must keep the machinery to keep the lawns good.
There's statues everywhere, art everywhere. This place was absolutely incredible. There's random workers here and there. And as we get up to the house, we realize that this isn't simply a mansion. We had never seen money like this. I didn't even really know that money like this existed because this was closer to a castle than it was to a mansion.
It looked very old, but it looked very wellkept. Like the family members that were a part of this estate for generations really cared about maintaining it and upgrading it. It wasn't in ruins. It didn't look creepy. It was elegant and unbelievable. So, we pull up to the front of this place and we are met by other workers of the estate. They know our names.
They say hello. They tell us where we're going to need to go and they say they're going to put our car into the garage where everybody else parks. They point us towards one of the front doors, one of the front doors. And we let ourselves in and we meet the guy who seems to be waiting for us as well. He knows our names. He knows what we're there for.
And he immediately goes, "Benny's not around right now, but I'll take care of you and get you started. We just got to get you guys into uniform first." And we're like, "Okay, all good." We follow him into a room in this incrediblebuilding that seems to probably have 70 rooms. and he brings us inside and there's a bunch of clothing.
This seems to be it's almost like a suit store in this man's house and I'm thinking, "Okay, he's going to have us wear something that's almost butler-ish, but he has us both sit down and he starts grooming us like he's cutting our hair and trimming our facial hair like he's making us look presentable." And then after that, he starts taking our measurements and getting us into suits.
There's shoes there, there's socks there, there's suit pants, there's three p like three-piece tops and all of the accessories. So this man gave us a haircut, a makeover, and a completely new outfit. It took about 45 minutes altogether. But after we were done, I looked in the mirror and I was like, "Wow, I look very rich.
" The imposttor syndrome that we had, we're like, "Man, we look like a million bucks." But the weirdest thing was was that none of the other workers were wearing this. Not even the stylist. He looked good, but he wasn't wearing a three-piece suit with a fresh haircut. The people that greeted us out front were dressed pretty normally, but Benny wanted us dressed to the te's.
And then the stylist gave me a note from Benny with details about the delivery that we were expecting and that it was my responsibility to handle this delivery. And this note and these instructions from Benny were very telling about what this position was going to be. And I realized that Benny needed some type of buffer between him and daily activities on the estate.
He was basically expressing to me that I was going to be the filter between him and everyday tasks. He basically wanted me to handle deliverables, negotiating if people tried to haggle and filter interactions that he didn't want to be involved in, but also make the right decisions without having to ask him.
He didn't want somebody that had to go to him and ask him multiple questions to get one task done. He just wanted it done. It felt as if Benny saw me and I guess Jack as potentially being able to operate and get things done independently without his involvement and do it as well as if he were to do it himself.
And Jack and I kind of liked that. And we were looking great. We were dressed great. We had all of the deliverables that were supposed to be here, like an itemized list. Like we had to check to make sure that every single thing on this list was there and accounted for. And there was a little note on there that was like, "This delivery driver is a little bit hard to deal with, but he's going to be nothing for you.
Just stand your ground and don't let him get away with anything. He could be a slimy one." And I took pride in the fact that he trusted me to do this. And I'm like, "Yeah, I'm not going to let this delivery driver get one over on us. He doesn't know this is my first day. He doesn't know anything about me. For all he knows, I could have grown up on this estate.
I absolutely look the part. I have all of the information that I need, the entire itemized receipt. And if he tries to get rough with me, I'll be able to handle him socially. I'm going to make sure we get this done. And Jack and I lock down this job. But nothing could have prepared me for what this delivery driver was like. Like and subscribe.
I immediately realized what Benny meant by that this guy was going to be difficult, but he thought I could handle him. When he stepped out of this truck, I got the feeling that he was an absolute slime ball. Everybody's experienced this. When you feel the energy of somebody when they're near you and it feels totally off, you could tell that there's either something going wrong in their mind or their mind is altered by something.
To me, this dude felt like he might have been on drugs, and they weren't the kind of drugs that bring you down. They were the kind of drugs that make you incredibly hyper aware. From the moment this man parked, I saw his eyes darting around. He had a cold sweat to him. He hopped out of the car, and even the way he was walking around and looking around, he was so sketchy.
Part of me felt like he was going to try to rob me. He had an aggression to him and a way of talking that was really hard to comprehend. It felt as if he was skeptical of me. He was skeptical of the estate when I handed him the itemized list like can you make sure that everything is here. He was skeptical of the list and he had two things in his hand.
He had one small flash drive looking thing and he had one small package that looked like a priority mail package. And right away he's sussing me out. He's looking me up and down. He's holding out these two items, but he's being really vague. He's not answering my questions about the itemized list. He's sweating. He looks crazy.
And honestly, he smelt a little bit weird. He smelt like onions. It smelt like that stress sweat. Like imagine the most stress you've ever been through. And it was wreaking through hispores, which is another clear sign of somebody that's very uncomfortable in a situation. And he's also the type of guy that keeps walking closer to you and like taking micro steps into your personal space while he's talking.
And I hate that type of thing. I don't like when people encroach into my personal space and he's standing in a flared stance, not standing straight up because it feels as if like he's trying to get closer to me to hit me. But I'm trying to make Benny happy. I'm trying to handle this guy and he's holding out these two items to me and I was like, "Confirm to me that all of the items are here.
I can't take anything from you unless you show me this order has been fulfilled." And he snatches the paper from me and he goes through it and he starts reading some of the things off of the itemized list. And even though I reviewed it, I didn't realize what was wrong about it until he started reading it.
I realized that all of the items were the exact same thing. and he very sarcastically and weirdly is like looking around looking at the paper and going file cabinet, file cabinet, file cabinet, and like walks to the back of the truck, opens it up, and counts like 1 2 3 4 5 six and then points at six boxes that are in the back of his truck.
They're all the same size. They're all the same shape. And he basically presses the paper back into my chest. He goes, "Six file cabinets." And then holds his two items back out at me. And he goes, "Can you have Benny make the exchange so I can get out of here?" So I take the items from him and I'm like, "Okay.
" I look at the two items. I kind of like feel them. I can't tell what's in the package and it says for Benedict only. And this guy could tell that I don't know. And I'm trying to avoid that at all cost. So he points at the smaller item and he goes for payment. And he points at the bigger package and he goes for handling.
And I'm like, okay, context clues. This is for Benny for whatever this is. And this is how Benny's going to pay him. And then I start to look at it further and I'm like, this is a crypto wallet. This is a cold external wallet for cryptocurrency. Okay, now I'm back in the game. And I tell him that he could wait in his truck and I'll be back in a moment.
And I know that Benny's in the estate and I ask somebody where his office is. They point me in that direction and I'm thinking about it. How am I going to make this super smooth? Benny was not expecting me to pay this guy. He didn't give me what I needed. So, I have to go talk to him. I'm still trying to do my job right.
I have Jack wait and stay with the delivery driver even though I have him back in his truck and just just watch him while he's on the estate. I'm trying to handle the situation in the way that I know Benny wants me to. So, I get to his office. I knock on it and I try to make it as quick and concise as I possibly can. So, I walk up to his desk.
He's pretty happy to see me. I could tell he knows what I'm there for. I'm trying to make it cool, concise, and handle it. So, I put the package on his desk and I say for handling. And I put the crypto wallet on his desk and I say for payment. And he looks at me. He goes, "It's all there." I say, "It's all there.
" And he says, "Second driveway into the basement." And I know that's where he wants it stored. So, I'm like, "Perfect. That's all I needed to know." He takes the crypto wallet, he plugs it into his computer, he does a couple things, sends it, prints something out, which seems to be like a confirmation of the transaction, puts it into an envelope, writes the dude's name on it, hands me back the crypto wallet and the envelope. That's all I need to know.
I tell him, "Thank you." I start to turn around and he says one more thing to me as I'm leaving. I knew you'd be good at this. By the way, we have a party tonight. I need you to be ready for it. You're going to handle the low priority guests. So, I nod, don't say anything else, and I go back down because I still have to finish this task.
And as I'm walking back, I start thinking about everything. And I look at the itemized receipt, and I have the crypto wallet, and I see one thing as I'm approaching the delivery truck that is a little bit confusing to me. The delivery driver said every single cabinet was the exact same.
And the pictures of them were the exact same. It was the same cabinet, but the names were different. Everything was identical other than the names and the prices. But I didn't really know what that meant. So, I handed the receipt to Jack. I said, "Hold on to this." And I walked up to the delivery truck and I tried to be really smooth.
I had him pull down his window and I handed him his payment. I said, "You're all set." And I pointed at the driveway that went down into the basement and I said, "That one, can you back it up for us?" And I called over a couple other employees, some helpers to help me unload it. And they told me that there's already peopledown there to unload it.
So, I felt a little bit stupid, but I was trying to handle the situation. And I have this weird delivery driver back this truck up. And I have these people unloading all of these cabinets into the basement. And they asked me for some direction. And in the basement, it was pretty much empty. it seemed prepared for this shipment.
So, I just told them to put them all over to the left side. I'm just making decisions. I'm trying to do what Benny needs me to do. I'm going to make decisions. If I do anything wrong, he's only going to have to tell me once. We get the truck unloaded. We get it closed. And once it's all the way out, I hand the delivery driver his envelope that has the confirmation of his payment and whatever note Benny wanted to give to him.
And before he drove off, the man said something to me very weird. He said, "Tell Benny this is the last time. I don't owe him anymore. like and subscribe. So, about 20 minutes later, after the delivery driver left, everything was offloaded. I get another message from Benny, who's upstairs in his room, but apparently he doesn't like to get up and actually talk to people.
He doesn't want to call me. He wants to delegate very efficiently. And I get a very concise list of everything that's going to happen for the rest of the day and when I can expect him to come down. But I realized that this job was going to be much more than I thought it was. On the first day, he was having me handle shipments, making decisions, telling people what to do, but he was also having me host an event.
Apparently, there was going to be a large event at the estate that very day. And I had an entire list of when different people were going to be arriving, not just the guests, but all of the people coming to set up the party, all of the food, all of these things. He told me what room it was going to be in and gave me a brief explanation of how he wanted me to handle people and what he wanted me to talk about and what information that he wanted me to get from some of the guests.
So, for the next few hours, Jack and I were doing our best handling a bunch of adults, professional adults, people that did decorations, food, seating, music, all of these different complex responsibilities. And we were just trying to handle them one by one to make sure that the estate was ready for this event. It was very hectic. It was honestly very difficult, very high level decision-making for a first day, but we did our best and we got the place ready.
The food was ready, the music was ready, the seings were ready. I even had some of the estate workers be ready to greet people, take their coats. Like, I was trying my absolute best to make sure that the guests of this party had a wonderful time and they felt accommodated. Very similar to how I would try to act as a caddy.
I want the people to feel accommodated. That's how you do a job. It shouldn't feel like work to go to a party. It should feel like a flow. You should feel like you're being provided a service. So from the moment you arrive, I have people assigned to park cars. I have people to greet. I'm telling them, we're going to have a three friend rule.
You're going to introduce yourself. If they need anything, come to you. Then that worker introduces them to me and Jack who are the hosts of the party. And then me and Jack are going to take that person and we're going to introduce them to another guest. So immediately that guest has three friends in the estate.
So nobody feels lonely and left out. And I really felt like we were crushing it. I felt like I was doing everything that Benny wanted me to do. One thing I wasn't expecting was for every single guest to bring a wrapped gift. He didn't tell me what this party was about, but they were bringing presents. There was no holiday.
I didn't think it was Benny's birthday. I felt like he would tell me that. None of the workers knew if it was Benny's birthday. They said that usually these are fundraisers or donation things and they're usually themed and we'd probably know by the time everybody was there based on what the people do for work.
So, we thought we had everything perfect, but then we have all of these gifts coming. And there's a lot of people coming here. This is a large estate. It can accommodate a lot of people. I had no idea how many people were going to come. I had an idea based on how much food we had and how many seats were ordered, but it was a lot of people.
So, after like the 30th person arrives and I'm just telling them to stack the presents in the corner, I realize that we can't do this. This is an eyesore. And I've been avoiding going and asking Benny for anything because he gave me my directions. I shouldn't have to go ask. But I run upstairs very quickly and I make sure it's concise.
I knock on the door and I say, "Benny, really quick, where do you want the gifts?" I only want a one-word answer from him. I'm not trying to annoy him. Iam his filter. I'm the buffer. He doesn't have to worry about this stuff. I just wasn't expecting a massive pile of presents. And he says, "The walk-in refrigerator in the second kitchen.
" I say, "Got it." And I close the door. And I'm like, "Okay, I know where to put the gifts." We get down there and I tell all of the workers, "Let's get these into the refrigerator into the second kitchen." They don't hesitate. They start moving all of them. Every other present that comes in is going into the refrigerator.
And I didn't think about it at all. That's where he wanted his presents. All good. It's a nice open space. And also, it's private. It's not like he was putting them into a small refrigerator. It was like a walk-in room. So, there was plenty of places to put these gifts and it wasn't an eyesore. It was behind a door. It kind of made sense to me.
And I was still in work mode. I was trying to do well. I wasn't really suspicious yet. So, I go back and I start talking to everybody and I'm trying to be nice. I'm trying to be charming. I'm introducing people to different people. I'm making sure everybody feels taken care of. And eventually, the first wave of guests stop arriving. There's a lot of them.
And honestly, a lot of them seem to know each other. And I didn't realize why they knew each other until I started to get into more in-depth conversations. And I started to notice a theme. And I was noticing it to myself, but I didn't get confirmation until Jack came up to me with a little bit of concern in his face.
And he goes, "Can I talk to you really quick?" And we go into the corner. Everybody's having a blast. Everybody's dressed pretty well. Not as well as we are, but they were wearing their best clothing. But I could tell none of these people were rich like Benny. They seem to be closer to working class, but they're all nice enough. And then Jack says, "Are you noticing a theme here? I can't seem to get into a fun conversation.
It's all a little bit dark." And I'm like, "Yeah, dude. I I'm noticing what you're noticing. It's this is an odd group of people." And he goes, "What kind of fundraiser is this?" And I go, "I don't know, dude, but if I have to talk about cemeteries and morgs one more time tonight, I might lose it." And Jack gives a little chuckle.
He's like, "Oh, you're getting people that work at the morgs. I'm getting a lot of hospice nurses and crematorium owners." There was a very clear theme at this party. Everybody here was in the profession of death. They were all around it all the time. And I don't know too many people that are around death that often, but it seems to change them.
All of these people had a similar vibe to them. There was something in their eyes that was almost a constant reminder that life is fleeting. Like every conversation gets there. Nothing is upbeat. Nothing is in the moment. It's all impending. I don't know if anybody's experienced that before.
And no matter how hard we tried to be charming and give people a good time, the conversations always got back to their profession. Obviously, because we were in a room of professionals that did very similar things. So, we both just leaned back onto the to-do list. And this is when suspicions started to rise a little.
Our to-do list was to find multiple people in this room that seemed impressionable, and we were told to get along with them, spend time talking to them, and then introduce them to Benny when he came down. And that seemed easy enough. It's It's not that hard to test people socially. As bad as that sounds, it sounds a little manipulative, but everybody does it in every social interaction.
You just assess people and you come to conclusions in your head. You'll leave a conversation be like, "That guy's kind." Sometimes you leave conversations and you go, "Man, that guy probably gets taken advantage of a lot. He's gullible." And some people you're like, "He's sharp as attack. There's nothing gets past him.
" These are just observations that you take in naturally in social interaction. So, I was like, "That's an easy to-do list." And then I introduced him to Benny. Whatever. What I wasn't expecting was when Benny came down, he came down with about 15 other guys. They must have entered the estate from a different entrance and they were all wearing matching suits.
It was a bunch of 60 plus dudes. Clearly, all of them very rich and they were all wearing red shoes and they all had their name tags on their shirt on one side and then on the other side it basically said like donor and what company was the donor. So, this was some type of networking event and then it kind of made sense like find somebody who's impressionable.
I have donors here. Maybe he wants somebody that he could get in a good business deal. That's business. Find somebody we could screw over. Okay, I'm not going to be a part of that, but maybe this is a good candidate that you could do business with. I was realizing in that moment that Benny and I's moralsdidn't really align because maybe he thought I was mean-spirited because I physically assaulted him. But I'm not.
I don't find it fun to like take advantage of people who have lower social IQ. I think that's kind of dirty. But I didn't know what situation I was in. These people were donors, it said. So maybe it would be very beneficial for some of these guests to meet some of these donors. I didn't know what my actions were going to do in the situation.
It was a gray area, but I started to have my suspicions. Regrettably, I introduced him to the person that I thought was rather impressionable. I hadn't come to any major conclusions. It was my first day here. But then it starts to get confusing because I introduced him to Benny and then I realized that I was doing my job really well and Benny was very happy with me because he immediately introduced that person to two other people.
So Benny used the three friend rule as well. So that meant I was doing my job fantastically. And I could see in Benny's face that he was like, "You're doing a great job." And no matter how gray an area is, when you feel like you're doing something well and you're knocking the job out of the park, you start to get some pride about it.
Especially when you don't know what's going on behind the scenes. So I think I'm crushing it. I have doubts, but I'm performing at a high level. and the types of things that Benny was saying to me about changing my life and the type of money that he was throwing around. I really thought this might be a life-changing opportunity.
And once all the donors were in the room, people mingled for a little bit while longer. Presentations started. Everybody gathered into a specific area. A lot of the donors started introducing themselves and a lot of the guests were asking questions and things of that nature. It became much more niche, like this was a business thing.
And Benny came up to me and Jack and he said, "You guys could go take like a break for about an hour, hour and a half. Don't go too far because we'll need you in a little bit, but this is going to be boring. I know you guys been working all day. Go take a nice walk around the estate. Get your bearings and decompress because we're going to need you later.
And me and Jack needed that. We grabbed a plate of food. We ate in the back room. And then we started walking around the estate. And we finally had the chance to start talking about everything we had experienced that day. And for the most part, we were having fun and we were laughing about how we were completely faking it.
Like fake it till you make it. Us wearing three-piece suits, telling adults what to do, acting as if we're like bougie hosts. It was honestly very funny. And this estate was beautiful. The food was delicious. The vibes were pretty high. And we're walking around this smaller lake that's on this estate and where there's this boat house.
And Jack points at the boat house. He's like, "Let's go sit up there." Cuz there was like a nice little deck. So, we walk around the lake. We go up to the boat house. We sit down on these two seats looking over this lake and this beautiful estate. And we're openly talking. We're talking about all of these people that are here in the death business.
We're talking about how weird the delivery driver was. We're cracking jokes openly. And I look over Jack's shoulder and there's this large potted plant. It's not not exactly a bush or a tree, just a really pretty large potted plant. I see it moving and Jack sees me looking at something behind him.
So he turns around and he's like, "What?" And I'm like, "Oh, nothing. I just there must be like a squirrel in that tree, whatever." And he goes, "Did you find it weird that the cabinets were all the same, but they all had like different girl names?" And then the potted plant removed itself from the pot and started sprinting towards us and grabbed the receipt out of Jack's hand.
It was a man in a ghillie suit hiding behind this potted plant. And I saw it move, but I couldn't tell he was in it. And he's shouting insanities while he's jamming this receipt into his pocket trying to run away. >> Like and subscribe. Jack and I both get up and we're looking at this man wearing a ghillie suit staring at what's on it and he's shouting obscenities at us.
He's saying things like disgusting, hideous people and that we should be really ashamed of what we do and what we're a part of. My first instinct is to get this receipt back because why are you snagging something out of Jack's hands? Why are you hopping out of a bush? But we were taken so offg guard that that wasn't the initial reaction right away.
We wanted our distance from this dude that's dressed like a madman. But the second we started going towards him, he took off running. It was as if he worked himself into such a frenzy to get himself out of that bush and snag the paper out of his hand that he had like a little bit of confidence for a second.
But once we hadabsorbed the situation and started to approach him, I saw it in his eyes behind his dark makeup that he's like, "Oh, I got to go." And he runs down this porch and starts sprinting through the estate as if he's trying to get away from us. Jack and I's instinct and everybody's instinct when somebody starts to run away from you with something that's yours, you chase them.
So, we start going after him right away. And even though we're in three-piece suits and dress shoes, this dude's wearing a heavy ghillie suit. He's not very fast. So, we start to close the distance on him. I get a handful of his ghillie suit. Jack kicks out one of his back legs. This dude trips and somersaults and rolls to a stop.
We both get on top of him, but he switches his demeanor very quickly. He's still vicious towards us and like talking horrible things into our ears about how bad of people we are, but he's saying things like, "You'll never get away with this and that he's going to tear it all down.
" And finally, Jack goes, "What are you talking about?" And I follow up with, "This is our first day because you're villainizing us for some reason. Maybe these really rich dudes in this estate screwed you over. Maybe they bought out your business. Maybe you got a bad end of a deal. Maybe you had a interaction with them and they sued you and they took you into litigation and they bankrupted you.
Whatever these people did to you, this is our first day here." And right when we said that, he said, "Oh no." Like his hatred towards us immediately turned into a sincere worry. and he starts reaching into his pockets and obviously Jack and I are like, "Nope." We both go two hands on each wrist and we're like, "You could probably stop reaching for a weapon now.
" And he goes, "You need to see this. You need to see this. Get my phone out." So I pin his wrist down with my knee and I reach into his pocket and I pull out his phone and he says, "Go to the photo albums." And he just tells me his passcode right away to open it. And he tells me to go to videos and he tells me to go to favorites.
And then it's the first video there. And before I clicked on the big one, I was looking at all of the other videos in this album. A lot of them looked a little bit messed up, but he had me click on a very specific one that was about three minutes long. And I didn't realize what I was watching at first, but it was clearly like a home movie that he recorded on this phone, but he was recording another TV.
And it was from a VHS tape, like you could see his hand put a VHS tape into one of those devices and it starts playing on a TV. And it was kind of like an old instructional, like it was some type of job training almost. And whatever this instructional was, it was called the perfect proxy. And it was an old school voice.
Like this seemed as if it was recorded in the 50s. It had that really old school TV feel to it with a narrator that has an old school accent. And it's talking about the perfect proxy, which I have no idea what that is. I've never heard of that. But it was a step-by-step guide to find the perfect proxy. So, we're watching and listening to this as we're holding this dude down in the ghillie suit on this massive, beautiful estate, and he's not struggling whatsoever because we're watching the video.
It was as if he became fully submissive because we were watching what he needed us to watch. And it was kind of fascinating because I didn't realize what I was watching at first. But step one of a perfect proxy is that they need to be somebody outside of your family. And it's explaining the importance of this.
And mind you, this is definitely an instructional for somebody that has generational wealth because they're talking about the differences between people that inherit money and people that don't come from money. the type of characteristics each type of person has and why it's important they pick somebody from nothing that they can't be from wealth because that's a perfect proxy.
Step two was finding a proxy with certain characteristics. The main ones mentioned were charisma, social adaptability, and social IQ, which made sense, but the other ones were a little bit weird. It said to look for candidates that lack financial stability, specifically lacking strong support systems, like more isolated individuals, and very specifically ones that are quick to violence, capable of violence, and are unbothered by committing violence, which is a very specific and very odd accumulation of characteristics. Then it went on to step
three, which was creating an encounter. And it was basically like get alone with the proxy to test all of these characteristics. And once you know they meet the criteria, present them with a life-changing opportunity that only you can give to them. So you become their source of a different life.
And then it started getting into things like establishing dependency. Like you want to slowly continue isolating your proxyso they have to depend on you and without you they have nothing. And it started getting into even weirder things like assigning controlled exposure, which I had no idea what that meant, but it was explaining how to get them into the operation through seemingly normal tasks so they don't actually know what they're doing until they're too deeply involved to be able to act innocent.
It went into legal guidance as well, how to get a paper trail to prove that this person is involved. Get them to sign off on paperwork. Always have a paper trail where they're voluntarily saying, "I was a part of this." So all liability funnels back to them. Then it got to identity replacement, which was all very legal mumbo jumbo.
It didn't really make sense to me. And then a final sorting point where either they're going to be loyal or they're going to be a liability. And that's when you decide either reward or removal. Either the proxy gets rewarded control in the estate and in the operation, which is a life-changing opportunity, or they get removed completely.
I didn't understand why this ghillie suitwearing weirdo was showing us this video acting as if like this was vindicating him and I still couldn't even see his face. He was fully covered in costume. We're still holding him down and he's saying things like you see you see. While he's encouraging us to let him go.
So I finally snap at him and I'm like what are you showing me? Like give me that receipt back. And I start saying things like this is private property. I don't know what else to say in this situation. And once I start being a little bit aggressive towards him, he starts ranting and like wiggling and he's like, "Don't you see the blasphemy? Don't you see the statues everywhere?" And he's saying things like, "Isn't it obvious you're working for the scum of the earth?" And he's not really getting through to me because I'm I'm so anxious about the situation. So
he turns his attention towards Jack. And he goes, "I saw you by the statue by the well. You were over there earlier. I saw you looking at it. You know, there was something wrong with it." So I look at Jack and he's kind of looking at me like, well, he was watching me. I I was over there when I was running a couple errands.
But Jack replies to him, "It's just a statue." And he's like, "Do you not see that it's blasphemy? I know you felt what was wrong with that place while you were there. I saw you. Do you know what they do with that well? Do you know where that well runs to?" And Jack seems very nervous as if this dude's almost reading his mind. And he's shaking his head.
He's like, "No, I told you it's our first day." And I don't know why Jack is entertaining this conversation that much. And the guy goes, "It runs into the checkered room. Did they tell you about the rules with the fountain yet?" He's saying things that I don't understand. And at the end of the day, he is trespassing. He's wearing a ghillie suit and he's acting insane.
And I ask Jack, should we call the security? Like, we got to get this guy out of here. And the ghillie suit dude is saying like, "No, no, no, no. Please, please don't call security. You have to let me go." And he turns his attention to Jack again. He's like, "You know, you felt it." And Jack immediately lets his hands go and stands up and says, "Let him leave.
" And once he lets him go, I can't hold this dude down myself. I wasn't expecting Jack to let go. So, I stand up and I look at him. The ghillie suit dude runs away. He has the itemized list from the delivery earlier and he disappears into the estate. And I'm standing there looking at Jack like, "What did you just do? What did he say to you that got you to let him go?" And Jack looks me dead in the face and he says, "There's something seriously wrong here.
" I don't know how he knew that. I know that he was watching me. Clearly, he's around here like watching people, but I almost had an anxiety attack at that well that he was talking about, and I don't know why. Something came over me. It felt horrible. I didn't tell you about it. I didn't tell anybody about it. I was embarrassed. And he knew.
He knew because I was near it. And I'm trying to comprehend what Jack's saying to me. And I'm like, "So that makes you like just let him go." And Jack goes, "I didn't like what was on that list. And I didn't like where we had to store those presents, man." So Jack was coming to conclusions that I wasn't making sense of.
And he's like, "Dude, I know you've seen it. I know you feel it. Is this not weird to you?" And I knew that I felt something off. There was a few times during the day where I was questioning things. So I just started asking Jack those questions. And I'm like, "Dude, do you think we should leave? Like, do you think there's actually something wrong going on here?" And Jack's like, "I don't want to be suspicious, dude, but I I don't think I want to come back here another day.
" So, I ask him, "Do youthink we should tell security or Ben that we found this guy on the property?" And Jack goes, "I don't think we should tell Ben that we lost that receipt of the deliverables. I don't think anybody else saw him or heard this. They probably would have been here already. So, I think it's better that he doesn't know that we lost that list." That's when I started to take it very seriously because Jack was very worried that we lost something valuable or actually voluntarily lost something valuable.
Jack let him take that list. And I could feel it in my head that I was stopping myself from jumping to the conclusions that Jack was jumping to, even though it was starting to make sense. And Jack says, "I think we should go back and finish out the party. We should act like everything's okay and then we should lose Benny's phone number.
I'm not trying to be one of his proxies." And then it clicked to me. Almost everything in that proxy video mirrored my first interaction with Benny. Everything about it to the tea. And it was too weird to be a coincidence. So Jack and I both agreed, let's go back. Let's finish up this great party that we put on and we'll get out of here.
So we walk back to the main house. We let ourselves in. We start smiling and start putting on the party. Benny's still in there talking with the donors. Everybody's socializing because the presentations had ended. You could feel the party kind of coming down and Benny was talking to his two sons. So I go up to them very polite. I quickly asked Benny.
I asked him, "What time do you want everybody out of your house?" Instead of being like, "Hey, what time can I leave?" cuz I felt like that was a better question to ask cuz it's serving him opposed to like asking like, "Hey, when's my shift over?" And his two sons are staring daggers into me. Like they hate me.
Like a part of him really rubbed off onto them. And he's like, "Things are going to wind down soon. Me and the donors are going to head to the checkered room for a night cap and you guys can slowly escort the other guests off of the estate." And then he tells his two sons to get their night cap ready. And his two sons look void of happiness, like there is nothing behind their eyes.
They're dressed to the tease like me, but there's something off with them. I couldn't put a finger on it. It wasn't like hate or anger or frustration or anything like that. It was like just cold, like there was a little bit of venom to them, but for the most part, it was emotionless.
And they don't question their dad. They immediately leave and they start going down the hallway somewhere. I start letting everybody know that we're going to wrap up the party soon. The donors start to get together around Benny and they head out of the main room towards the checkered room that I had never been showed. The first time I heard the term the checkered room was from the ghillie suit man, the person that we chased down that stole that receipt right outside.
How would he know about the checkered room? And what are the odds that Benny was having a night cap with the donors in the checkered room that night? The amount of inside information that that ghillie suit dude had was starting to make me feel very uncomfortable. But I was doing my best to keep it cool, to get out of this place unscathed.
So Benny and all of his red shoe donors leave. They're gone. At that point, Jack and I started hustling everybody else out because we're like, "We need to get out of here." And we make sure the workers pick up the pace, get everybody their cars, and we get everybody off the estate.
By the time the last car was on its way out, I made sure all the workers knew what they were doing as far as their cleanup responsibilities. And Jack and I were ready to leave. But one of the workers handed me one more note from Benny. And he said, "Once everything's wrapped up, come to my office before you leave.
I have your pay and your responsibilities for tomorrow." And at the bottom of the note, it had the number that was my pay. And under my pay was Jack's pay. And it was $38,000 each getting paid for today. I showed it to Jack and I asked him if he thought we should go to his office. We had no answers or conclusions, but we also didn't want to draw suspicion towards us that we were getting nervous.
And Jack said, "I think it would be more weird if we left without getting pay than if we go and just say good night and take the pay. I think he'll be more suspicious of us if we don't do that." And I agreed with him. I think Benny would find it very suspicious if he knew we received this note and left without pay.
So, we waited about 105 minutes for all of the cleanup to happen and everything to be wrapped up. We were definitely allowed to leave. And we started to make our way to Benny's office. And as we were going down this long hallway before we had to go upstairs into Benny's area, which was very private, on our right side, therewas a bunch of windows that looked out into the estate.
And on our left side of this long hallway, there were a bunch of different rooms. And we heard a lot of chatter coming from our left. So we knew for sure that all of these donors were definitely in one of these rooms that we were coming up on. We knew that that must have been the checkered room. And then out of the window to our right, we see Benny's sons way out in the estate doing something in the distance.
And Jack goes, they're at the well and they have a cabinet in front of a statue in between this statue and the well. And I could see that the statue had its arms out at its sides and had some type of horn on the head of the sculpture. and the two sons were destroying one of the brand new cabinets.
It looked as if they were taking turns stabbing it what seemed to be like a fireplace poker or some type of like sharp rod and they were just stabbing this cabinet in multiple different places like randomly and kicking it and punching it at some points shaking it and knocking it over but it was way off in the distance like I couldn't hear them doing it.
It was just clear that they were doing some type of demolition job on it. And then we walked past the checkered room and I wanted to walk right past it. But Jack had other plans. He thought it would be totally okay to peek his head in and ask if Benny was in there so we could see what was going on.
So he opened one of the doors and very smiley and happy, he's like, "How you doing, fellas? You guys have everything you need?" And the donors looked over. They were absolutely happy. They're like, "We are all set. We're just waiting on our night cap." As jolly as could be. And we're like, "Is Benny in here?" Like, "No, he's in his office." So we're like, "Okay.
" We closed the door, but we had a chance to look at the room. And it was just checkered flooring, black and white squares all over the floor. And there was a bunch of small statues throughout the room. And all of the statues were on small rectangular pedestals. And they had little sculptures right at the top of them that seemed to be gymnasts and acrobats showing off physical ability and youth.
That's the only way I could explain it. And in the middle of the room, there was like this ancient water fountain like it was built when this estate was built. And it looks so elegant. and the base of it matched the checkered floors. And there was one elegant faucet sticking out of it and a bunch of chalice-like things set up next to it as if this room was prepped for them to drink out of this fountain.
But we had to keep moving because Benny was expecting us. We go into his office. He's happy. He's like, "You guys did a great job." And I could feel how nervous Jack is. Jack could feel how nervous I am. But I'm trying to put on the same show that I put on all day. I'm just here to make your life easier. So I answered, "We just did what you needed us to do.
What responsibilities do you have for us tomorrow?" no nonsense, trying to show him, I'm a good proxy, whatever you need. And he hands us both an envelope filled with cash. He said, "Feel free to count it, but I promise I'm good for it." And he like laughed like a a hearty, wealthy laugh. The type of laugh that you can't have unless you've experienced a life of abundance.
Almost as if like if you count it, you're ridiculous because this is nothing to me. And then he gave us both our responsibility sheet for the next day. It was folded and he told us to open it when we get home. But he was very clear that he was extremely happy with us and that he was so excited to have us on board.
And he never fails to mention that we deserve the world and that if we stay around him, we could really change our lives. And we thank him. We tell him we appreciate him and we're excited to see him tomorrow. We ask him if he's going to join the others in the checkered room. And at that moment, he gets a little text message and he says, "Absolutely.
My son's just finished preparing our night cap." Like, "Okay, well, you tell them it was nice to meet them and we'll see them tomorrow. We don't want to get in the way of the festivities." And we let ourselves out of the office. We put the money in our pocket. We look out of the window towards the well in the statue and we see his two sons are re-entering the estate and the cabinet is completely destroyed and there's nothing going on over there.
We walk past the checkered room and we hear them erupting with laughter and excitement. I'm talking unnatural glee. Like they were pretty jolly when we opened that door the first time. The happiness coming from that room was disgusting. So I took a page out of Jack's book and I knew that Benny hadn't left his office yet.
So, I opened the door again cuz I needed to see what they were doing. And with a big smile, I said, "Benny told us the night cap's ready. You fellas have a good night. I hope you had fun tonight." Pretending toserve them, pretending that I was in on whatever they were doing, and I was cool with it, just to get a glimpse of what they were doing.
And all of them were serving themselves, chalicees in their hand, drinking from that fountain. But most of them had lost their undershirts. Some of them had lost their trousers. Some of them had started wiping some type of white paint over their face and onto their bodies, but they were all wearing their bright red shoes. And there was something wrong with them.
Like whatever was in that fountain water was laced with something cuz they were dancing. They were like rubbing on themselves. Some of them were folded over as if they were in like a deep DMT trip. But the euphoria that I was seeing on all of their faces was heinous and terrifying. It was more than addiction.
Whatever was happening in this room was sinister. But me and Jack gave them a really big smile. We closed the door and we made our way out of the estate. We get outside and we ask one of the workers to grab our car for us. Everything in me wanted to go over to that well in that statue and see what that was to see what the Suns were doing to see whatever they did to that wellwater to do that to those people inside.
But one of the workers brought us our car. We got in and we had to drive off the estate. But as we were driving off the estate, we looked back towards the well and I saw a small figure army crawling towards the well. I told Jack to slow down because it was the dude with the ghillie suit. He didn't leave the estate. We saw him get up to this well in the statue.
Sneak behind it. We saw him snap a photo. He stood up really quickly, took a picture of whatever was in the well, stepped back and took another one of the well in the statue, dropped back down to his belly, and started army crawling away. So, Jack and I drove off of the estate out of the neighborhood, and we stayed really close by.
and we waited for about 2 hours until we saw the man in the ghillie suit slip out of the private neighborhood and run across the street trying to get away. We followed him with our car. We pulled up on him and we told him to get in. He immediately said, "You two cannot be seen with me. Drive off right now, but I'll meet you at this one specific cafe nearby tomorrow morning.
" We both knew the cafe. We had been there multiple times. And he seemed very serious. So, we drove off. We talked about everything that we had experienced that day and if we should even go to that cafe the next day and we decided that we should. So, we went there with a million questions for this guy, but he didn't show up.
Me and Jack sat there, we had breakfast and a coffee and the dude lied to us. He didn't come meet us at the cafe. We were looking at everybody trying to make eye contact cuz we didn't really know what he looked like. But we finish coffee, we get our check, and our waiter comes over, gives us our receipt, we sign off on it. He's like, "Would you like a receipt printed?" I'm like, "Sure, whatever.
" and he hands it to me, but he like jams it into my hand. And I feel that the receipt is kind of thick. And I look up at his eyes and I see that it's the same man as the ghillie suit man. He had been serving us this entire time. And he said, "Only look at it once you get in the car.
" And he walks away and Jack looks at me. He's like, "What was that about?" I was like, "That was him. Let's go." And I put the receipt and whatever it is in my pocket. We leave the cafe and as we're leaving, he doesn't say, "Have a great day." He walks by us and he says, "I'm so sorry." We get into the car. We start to drive away.
I take out the receipt and a printed out photo. And it's the photo that he took of the well. And inside of that well outside of this beautiful luxury estate, there was a heart floating in the water, a large heart, what looked to be a fresh heart. And he wrote us a little note that said, "They've been doing this for generations. It's how they keep power.
Whatever you do, don't trust them. They tried to make me a proxy, too. They don't have enough on you now. There's not enough blackmail. I know it's a lot of money, but it's not worth your soul. Please don't go back there. >> Like and subscribe. I hope you guys enjoyed that story. Please let me know in the comments what you think all of that stuff was.
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