Someone cruised me one night at 4 am years ago, and he told me to follow him, and we ended up on a creepy industrial street, and he parked in back of a nondescript building, told me to wait up front, and then opened this big metal door from inside in a minute. Inside was the lobby for...something, very cozy, woodwork, carpeting, sofa, easy chairs, glass coffee table, a desk, a sign-in registry book, warm table lamp lighting, and not much else, except a large picture window-sized wall of glass bricks facing the street, next to the front door. (so, if anyone would be walking along and pressed their face up against it, they'd somewhat see what was going on). We talked for a bit, I complimented the coziness of such a room as a contrast to a dark and creepy street outside, asked what kind of business this room was a lobby for, he fidgeted.... and he asked me if I freaked out easily, I said "no"..... so he says'
"You're in a crematorium."
At that minute I took special notice of the ceramic urns neatly lined up on a shelf, obviously a choice of models to choose from.
I guess he was the manager of the place, and on his lunch break (graveyard shift, pun intended
), nobody else was there, and as strange as it was, and as long as we only stayed in the lobby (inDEED)....well, it was definitely a freaky sex-on.
I don't know if that or the open grave incident, 20 years earlier, was weirder. Just a coupla horny teenagers that night, and there it was, obviously prepped for the next day. I never saw the guy again, he was a little too odd for me (grave was his idea), a few months later I see him on Family Feud, his family lost.