This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

It was a fairly large building, for that town. I had it brought in as a prefabricated office building and assembled within two days. Then soundproofing was added to certain important rooms, and a solid board fence surrounded it on all sides, eight feet high. On the fence, by the front gate, I hung out a sign:

                   NOW AUDITIONING FOR MOVIE
   The following positions are to be filled in a MOVIE.  All
   positions will be filled by local persons.  Auditions will
   begin at 8:00 A.M. sharp this following Saturday.
           Stars:  female, age eight to twelve
                   male,   age eight to fourteen
                   female, age six to nine
                   female, age three to seven
           Minor parts: twelve females, age three to twelve
                   eight males, age eight to fourteen
                   three females, young adult
                   two males, young adult
           Non-speaking parts: many children, age three to ten
                   several adults, any age
   SALARY will be negotiated individually, AFTER selection.

I also took out a small ad in the local paper, to ensure that every parent in the town knew about the auditions. I didn't figure there'd be any parking problem, since one end of that town was within easy walking distance of the other end. The entire population of the town was three thousand, and my reconnaisance showed a large percentage of those to be children. Since I figured half of the town was under age thirty, and a third of those being between four and twleve years old, and half of that group being girls, I was estimating a couple hundred girls in the town. If I got even half of them to show up for my "audition", I could make the movie.

Of course, the whole announcement was just bait for a trap, and the roles for boys and adults were only mentioned as camoflage, hiding the real nature of the movie to allay suspicions.

The day of the "auditions" arrived, my preparations complete. The size of the crowd outside my fence at 7:30 told me I could expect to get almost every girl in the town, much better than I had expected, but not more than I had hoped for.

I passed out name tags for the children as they entered, and made the parents fill them out immediately, with full name, date of birth, address, telephone number, and parent's name. I didn't need any more than a first name and date of birth, for my purposes, but the rest was more or less expected so I added them.

When everyone was inside the gate, and had a name tag, I allowed families to enter one at a time. In the first small room, I had the parents sit. When told that they would not be allowed to be present at their child's audition, I told them I was auditioning children, not their coaches. I assured the parents that I was not going to harm the child in any way. I also mentioned that if the child needed discipline or was uncooperative, I would just bring the child back and cross that name off the list. Most parents at that point commanded their little girls to behave and to cooperate, or else.

Once the parents were reassured, I led the children into a second room, closing the door tightly, and throwing a silent switch. I led them into one of two rooms, depending on whether they were girl or boy, pretty or ugly, the right age or too old. Either of those two rooms was very similar to the parent's waiting room, and I pressed a switch after closing the door. Then I donned an oxygen mask, entered the first room and dropped the parents limp bodies onto a cart and wheeled them down a long hallway to the last room in the building, where I dumped them. If I had used the left room with any of the children, I did the same with them. Those I found limp in the right room, I took to yet another room, one of the soundproof ones, where I wrapped velcro around wrists, legs, ankles, arms, and mouths, then wrapped wide velcro bands around them to hold them firmly to the walls.

I was afraid that as more and more families entered and none came out, those still outside would get suspicious, but I guess that greed and excitement overcame what little critical thinking ability they had. When I finally had the last of the adults, brats, babies, teens, and grossly ugly girls taken care of, I let out a breath of relief. I was ready to begin the next part. I was glad I had made the rooms so large. There had barely been enough room for the last woman. She had shaken her fat boobs at me, batted her disgusting false eyelashes, and told me she was sure she could convince me she was right for the part. Looking at her plastic smile on her plastic face nearly made me puke. I went into the velcro room to recover, after pressing the button for the last time. I stroked a cheek beside some lovely golden curls, while waiting.

I had questioned the boys, since I wanted a few tough bullies for major roles in the movie, and I had left a few of them in another room, the size of a large closet. I hadn't strapped them up with velcro, as I had the girls, because I wanted their cooperation. Most of the boys had ended up in the room with their parents, which was just as well.

At this point, I started the truck, and drove away with the back part of the house, which included the velcro room, the closet, and the packed room. The gas was shut off, there were no fingerprints on any surface in the remaining part. Everything had been cloth, carpeting, or rough wood. No one would find any evidence, other than circumstantial, that any crime had even been committed. The fact that over half the population of the town had disappeared overnight would be news of course, but no one would ever know what had become of them.

I didn't like the thought of killing anyone, but this damned sick society had driven me in desperation, and I couldn't take the chance that some witness could identify me later. Of course, if I had shown up and asked for permission to gently and lovingly hug and caress some perfectly willing girl from the town, I would have been refused. If I had been caught in the act of caressing some girl, no matter that she would be smiling happily as I did, I would have spent years in jail, and none of my money could have prevented it. Since they left me only one way to fulfill my desires, they drove me to kidnapping and murder. I wish I could have found some other way, but I consider this their just payment for their relentless persecution of people like me. I had to kill most of them, otherwise the news would be about a mass kidnapping of girls age four to eleven, which would have only inspired even more persecution. Instead it is just a mass disappearance of people of all ages and both sexes.

I drove the truck to a remote farmhouse several hundred miles away and hid it in a barn. Using a winch, I detached the packed room and slid it aside, plugged in the electricity and connected the oxygen. In a few days there would be nothing inside it but unrecognisable ash and a few bits of metal. I would have to melt the metal and bury it.

Two girls were awake when I opened the velcro room. One was crying quietly and the other was sobbing loudly. It hurt me to hurt them, to cause a girl any distress at all, but since that was the only way I was allowed to live, I hid my pain. I also hated using deception on them, but that, too, was made unavoidable by their hysterically raving parents who had brainwashed them into hating anyone who touches them. I untied the sobbing girl, and hugged her, telling her everything was alright, that they had all just been rescued. I told the quiet girl to wait with courage, and to tell anyone else who wakes up that they had been rescued but would have to wait a while before someone would come untie them. I gently lifted the sobbing girl in my arms, and carried her to the house.