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#2 of a series of stories based off true events

By J ArsePublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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One of the apartments in the trap house.(actual image)

There was a new crack going around, the custies ate it up as fast as we could produce it. The secret was adding salvia divinorum during the cooking process. Came out looking like little green and off white camo rocks. Its said it was like going to the moon in your underpants, not that i knew or anything. Don't forget rule number 1: Do not get high off your own supply. The trip was something else, we never tried it ourselves but there was a list of people wanting it every day. We used to hang out in the lister block quite often, it was our place, our castle in the center of downtown Hamilton. Every once and awhile the police would come into the mall and try to arrest us or issue some tickets. The trick was spotting them then hiding in the basement. No one dared go down there, even we shouldn't have. There was a bowling alley in the basement as well as a pool and locker rooms. Not very many people new about this place. I wouldn't be surprised if there were underground tunnels that we never discovered connecting other parts of old Hamilton.

Anyways back to the camo crack. Today is a short story about a police raid of the lister block with a lot of drugs and money on us. Me, Friend 1 and friend 2 which we will refer to as Fred and Alex for in future stories. We were smoking a blunt in the abandoned mall when the cops decided they wanted to pull a surprise inspection on us. We found a hole in the second floor that took us between floors around an array of cast iron plumbing. We could hear the muffled voices of the cops walking up the hall towards and the foot steps of the boots growing closer. We curled up together making ourselves as small as possible. They were right above us and had discovered the square hole in the floor. One officer stuck his flashlight in and poked his head down to look around. We could see him through the pipes and the glare of the light pierced our eyes.

Just as the cop lifted his head out of the hole, the ringer on Fred's cell phone went off to the tune of Pink Floyds "Money". Within the first 3 money noises the cell phone was smashed to pieces and we ended up escaping the capture of Hamiltons finest once again. Now without a cellphone and all the contacts now lost. We had to get a new one from the trap house and no one liked that place. I cant tell you the name of the place but i can tell you it was the place. When the place finally got shut down some years ago, they seized large amounts of crack cocaine and cash. Tote bins filled with pre weighed 10 and 20 dollar pieces. The place has been the scene of many documented and undocumented activities including the known murder of a sex trade worker.

The scene is described in a 2012 trial: officer Luc Dumont testified Monday, in this latest judge-alone proceeding before Ontario Superior Court Justice J.R. Henderson, that after his conversation with Lane, he proceeded alone up two flights of stairs at the dimly lit crack den.

When he got to the third floor, he came upon witness Darryl Hudson and instructed him to remain where he was.

“I noted a smear, a brown smear on the outside of the doorway. Inside was quite dark. There were puddles of dark colours, which I thought was blood through the main floor,” he said of the otherwise unoccupied apartment.

Dumont said he climbed the stairs to the apartment’s loft.

“I saw a dark colour — I thought it was blood — going up the stairs. At the top of the loft, I observed a female, who appeared to be naked, deceased, at the top of the stairs,” Dumont said.

McLean, who was actually found semi-naked, had been beaten to death with a piece of construction steel inside the crack building. Later on, DNA analysis revealed Hall’s semen inside the body of the 36-year-old.

This is just what they know about. What else went on in this house? There are many stories that have never been told about this city, and i intend to tell them. Just like in the first story, the proximity to the police station was insane.

How does this go on for so long and to be unknown to the greater population?

No one wants to think about this side of society. I assure you that it is very real and very dangerous.

fact or fiction
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