by Nick Shelton
“So what are you thinking?” asked Nick. “Break into Skull and Bones’ house?”
“Unless they’re now offering tours,” said Nathan lightly. “According to the books in the library, they keep the door triple-locked.”
“It wouldn’t matter that it’s tripled-locked,” responded Hunt. “I could get you in using one key.”
“How?”
“Since the Bones Tomb is on the Yale Campus, Yale police and administration must be able to access it. The campus police have a universal key that unlocks all old-fashioned locks on campus.”
“And?”
“My friend actually has one of these keys. He left his backpack in the biology lab one night and needed to get it to study for a test the next day. He asked the police if they could let him in, but since they were busy with other things, they let him borrow the universal key if he promised to bring it right back. He figured that having one of these keys would be pretty useful if he ever wanted to play a prank, so he went to Wal-Mart and had a duplicate made really quick.”
“You think you could get this key for us?”
“Just tell me when.”
“When would be the best time to sneak in?”
“Obviously after dark,” said Nick.
“What’s today? Friday?” asked Hunt, thinking aloud. “We could go tonight. They only meet there twice a week-on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
“Tonight is perfect,” said Nathan.
14 Nick Shelton
Chapter 36
The Bones Tomb
September 22, 2006
11:4 p.m.
Hunt, Nick, and Nathan stood outside the mysterious Greco-Roman mansion that had been nicknamed “The Bones Tomb.”
As Nathan unlocked the triple deadbolt, Nick stared at the eerie, cold building. The boxy gray structure only had a couple of windows--they obviously didn’t want anybody to know what happened inside. It was also covered in symbols and signs associated with the occult. Above the iron door was an image of an Egyptian pyramid and the ever-present eye found on the back of a U.S. dollar bill. Novus Ordo Seclorum, he whispered under his breath.
Nathan quietly opened the door. All three of them immediately turned on their flashlights and looked around. The entire interior was decorated with skulls and bones--not your normal Halloween decoration, but real human bones. Fake coffins and gravestones were scattered about.
“This place is sick,” said Nick as he glanced around the room that was exuding a sense of death.
Nathan shined his flashlight into a glass case that faced the front door. Inside the case were shelves that held the Skull and Bones most prized possessions. Nathan pointed to a set of forks and knives. “See that silverware?”
Nick shined his light in that direction.
“It belonged to the Nazis. Hitler himself supposedly used that very set.” Nathan pointed his flashlight to a human skull within the glass case. “You know who that is?”
“Who?”
“Geronimo, the Native American. Bush’s grandfather, Prescott Bush, dug into sacred ground just so they could add this famous skull to the Bones’ collection. They’re so proud of it that they’ve had it displayed here since 1918.”
Nathan walked through the foyer into the main room--it was a large open room with a big dining room table in the center. The table was large enough to seat 25 people; the entire room was large enough to accommodate fifty people.
Nick pointed his flashlight toward a wood coffin that sat atop the large table. “What are we looking for?”
“Not sure. Just keep your eyes peeled.”
“We’re just hoping to stumble across something that has to do with 9/11?”
“No, according to the book, there should be a reading room that connects to this one.” Nathan pointed his flashlight to the left corner and spotted a door. “There it is.”
They entered the reading room and discovered it was a small library with a fireplace and several comfortable leather seats. Shelves of books reached the ceiling.
Nathan hurriedly scanned the titles of the thousands of books housed in the room. Most of them had been penned by Bonesmen who had once studied in that same room.
Nick and Hunt made their way to a closet in the corner. Hunt opened the door as Nick looked over his shoulder.
“Anything in there?” asked Nathan.
Hunt stuck his head in the dusty closet. “Nothing but coats and umbrellas.”
Nathan studied the layout of the room and walked over to the closet. “Wait a second…” Nathan spread the coats on the coat hangers and uncovered a door behind them. “It only makes sense that a secret society would have a secret room.”
Nathan opened the four-foot door. The secret room was just large enough for all three of them to enter. Stacked in the room were books, symbols, costumes, and other random items--it resembled an unorganized attic.
Nathan scanned the room until he saw a small ornate treasure chest. He shined his light upon it. “The Bones Box,” he said, placing his hands on the chest. “Supposedly, it holds their most valuable treasure.” He moved everything out of the way to get to it. He struggled to pick up the small, but heavy chest.
“That thing looks like it was used by actual pirates,” said Nick.
“The chest itself is probably worth a fortune.” Hunt glided his hand on the brass on the outside. “No telling what’s inside.”
Nathan tried opening it, but couldn’t get it to budge.
As they pondered ways to open the chest, Nathan heard something. “Do you hear that?” he whispered.
“What?” Hunt whispered back.
The three of them froze as they heard footsteps coming from the direction of the main room.
Nathan motioned for the other two to wait in the secret room as he silently made his way back into the reading room.
He positioned himself carefully where he could see into the main room without being seen himself. He watched as a total of 15 students walked in--13 male students wearing coats and ties and two females wearing formal dresses.
The small torches they carried kept the room fairly dark. After placing their torches in their holsters, they took a seat around the large table in the center. None of them said a word.
Hunt and Nick crept up behind Nathan.
18 Nick Shelton Nick whispered to Hunt. “I thought you said they didn’t meet on Friday nights?”
“They don’t--this must be some kind of special event.” Hunt peeked into the main room. “What should we do?”
“We gotta get out of here,” Nick said uneasily.
“Let’s just remain calm,” whispered Nathan. “As long as they stay in there, they’ll never see us.”
“Stay until they leave?”
“I can’t risk the chance of getting caught,” replied Nathan.
Suddenly, a large commotion arose in the main room. Fifteen additional figures paraded into room, encircling the 15 students already seated at the table. These 15 members were dressed in long black robes that resembled Ku Klux Klan costumes. Some had animal skins draped around their robes. All their faces were covered by white hoods that had a skull and crossbones symbol stitched on the forehead. Each carried symbolic objects such as skulls, rainmaker sticks, and sculptures of the Illuminati eye. They danced around the room in a counterclockwise motion, shaking their objects and humming in deep voices.
The stiff movements of these robed figures made it clear that they were not college students--undoubtedly, they were long-time members of the society. Nathan whispered to Hunt and Nick. “This must be an initiation ceremony.”
The robed figures stopped in place and started chanting in cold, deep voices. “The Truth equals death; the Devil equals death; Death equals death!” The figures repeated the chant five more times until one individual--the only figure wearing a red mask--climbed atop the table.
“Fellow Bonesmen, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the initiation of new blood into the Brotherhood.” He spread his arms out
wide and addressed those at the table. “Younglings, welcome your bones into this society by drinking the blood of Bonesmen.”
The 15 students reached for the fifteen decorated goblets situated on the table in front of them. The silver goblets resembled something taken from King Arthur’s court. They brought the silver chalices to their lips and slowly began drinking the contents. Most had a hard time keeping the liquid in their mouths--their faces reflected their disgust.
“What’s in those cups?” whispered Nick.
“Blood.”
“Human blood?”
“No, I’m sure it’s venison or cattle.”
Many of the student Bonesmen looked nauseous. The older Bonesmen stood behind them, nodding their heads in approval.
The figure with the red hood once again gained everyone’s attention. “The 15 of you are now a part of the Skull and Bones Brotherhood. The Brotherhood will be your Way to power. The Brotherhood will create the Truth. The Brotherhood will be your Life.” The figure walked across the table to put his foot on the six-foot long wooden casket in the center. “Now, as your first act as Bonesmen, you must lie within the holy tomb and share your innermost experiences that entertained your flesh.”
The first student climbed atop the table and got into the wooden casket situated in the center. He laid prostate in the casket while sharing his most intimate sexual experiences.
The three listened with disgust to one story after another of perverse sexual acts--sex acts with underage individuals, acts with individuals of the same sex, and even acts with animals.
After two hours, Nick was getting restless. “I can’t take this anymore.”
“At least they aren’t doing what they used to do in that casket before they started allowing females to join.”
“What was that?” asked Hunt, part of him not wanting to know.
“I’ll spare the details, but basically orgies and group masturbation.”
Nick, a good-natured kid who was fairly religious, was getting disgusted by listening to the occult rituals. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can keep quiet.”
Nathan looked at the single window in the corner. “You think we could crawl out that window without making any noise?”
Nick nodded.
As the Bonesmen licked their lips as one of the female member’s recounting of her sexual experiences from the casket, Hunt, Nick, and Nathan tiptoed to the reading room’s window. Nathan took hold of the window’s lock and attempted to rotate it to the unlocked position. Although he moved it as slowly as possible, the lock resonated a loud screech at first movement. Obviously it had not been opened in years.
All eyes in the main room turned to the reading room’s door. Several of the older Bonesmen started walking in that direction to investigate the noise.
“They’re coming,” said Hunt, unable to keep his voice to a whisper. “What should we do?”
Nick pushed up on the window sill. “Dad, you jump out first. I’ll create a distraction if I have to.”
“Nick, make sure you get out. There’s no telling what they’ll do to you.”
“Go!” yelled Nick. “Don’t worry about me.”
Three Bonesmen entered the room. Nathan jumped headfirst out the window.
“They’re heading out the windows. Stop them!”
Hunt immediately followed Nathan. The Bonesmen ran toward the window. Two of them grabbed Nick before he could make the jump. The other shut the window and locked it.
“Who are you?” demanded a voice behind the cloth mask.
Instead of answering, Nick stomped on his foot. As soon as he relinquished his grasp, Nick pushed away the other Bonesmen. Nick started to run.
“Make sure he doesn’t get away!” said the Bonesman hopping on one foot. The two others immediately chased Nick into the main room.
Nick entered the main room where 27 others were awaiting him. They quickly encircled him, looking ready to attack. He had nowhere to go.
As the surrounding circle inched closer and closer, Nick grabbed one of the torches from its holder. He whisked it about, sending the Bonesmen backing away from the fire.
“Put it down, or you’ll regret…” threatened the Bonesman in red.
Nick turned to face this figure who was blocking the entrance to the foyer. He stood knees bent, in a martial fighter’s stance. “Regret what?”
“Nothing you’ll be able to remember,” he said with a bit of arrogance hidden in his voice.
Even though he could not see the figure’s face, Nick knew the Bonesman had an evil grin behind that red mask from the thought of cruel punishment.
Without wasting any more time, Nick tossed the torch high in the air with the fire end flying toward the red Bonesman. The Bonesman’s eyes focused on the small ball of fire as it flew directly at him. Instinctively, he sidestepped out of the way to avoid the flame.
As soon as the red Bonesman sidestepped, Nick ran toward the gap. He dove headfirst and slid across the wooden floor past the Bonesmen. He jumped up near the foyer and headed for the door.
“Grab him!” yelled one of them.
Several of the student Bonesmen followed him out the door. Nick, however, was too fast for these students dressed in their business suits. The three stopped chasing as soon as they realized they’d never catch him.
The American Truth 141 Nathan and Hunt waited for Nick at a corner that was well out of sight from the Bones Tomb. “What happened?” asked Hunt as Nick approached.
“Nothing,” said Nick out of breath. “They got a good look at my face, but I was able to escape. Let’s hurry up and get back to my place where it’s safe.”
“I can see why the Skull and Bones members have so much power,” said Nick entering his apartment. “They basically sell their souls to the devil.”
“You’d be surprised how many political and business leaders are involved with organizations closely tied to the occult,” said Nathan. “There’s also the Freemasons, the Bohemian Grove, and several others.”
“Our national leaders are involved in stuff like that?” asked Hunt.
Nathan nodded. “In fact, that’s what our president was doing when he was in college. Bush is supposedly a Christian now, but while he was studying at Yale, he was engaging in the occult rituals and orgies of Skull and Bones.”
Nick was still traumatized from the episode. “I didn’t like the feel of that place--it was like an eerie sense of evil.”
“I think we'd better stay away from there awhile,” said Nathan. “I’d like to see what they know and what’s inside that chest, but it’s not worth getting caught. Their possible connection to 9/11 is just a minor detail in the whole scheme of things. My report will mainly cover the massive amount of evidence that Daniel has already researched. I think it’s important that I stick only to the facts that are backed up by solid evidence.”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
Chapter 37
Millard Station Apartments
October 6, 2006
11:1 p.m.
Over the next three weeks, Nathan worked non-stop on his report based on Daniel’s research.
One night, Nick approached his closet door and knocked before entering. He found his father hunched over his laptop, looking over dozens of papers scattered on the floor.
“Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Nathan’s bloodshot eyes turned from the computer. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his oily beard. “Sure, I could use a break.” Nathan got up from the folding chair and tiptoed around the papers on the floor. Even though it looked like a scattered mess, the papers were actually carefully organized to allow Nathan to glean their information as he typed.
“What’s on your mind?” asked Nathan, emerging from the closet.
Nick pointed down at all the printed papers in the closet. “I noticed that you’re writing your report using only Daniel Lewin’s information. Are you sure Daniel was someone you could trust?”
“I’m positive,” replied Nathan, somewhat surprised with Nick’s suggestion. “Daniel was a genius. He spent five years of his life hacking into computers and investigating this stuff.” “But what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t do all those things he told you? Or what if some of his evidence was false?”
“They’re all based on documented research and reputable sources.” Nathan picked up one of the papers from the closet. “For instance, this one came from the Pentagon--there’s no doubt they’re real.”
“But what if he’s left out part of the story?”
“What are you getting at?” said Nathan in a defensive tone.
“I’ve come across several sources on the Internet that say Israeli forces could’ve been involved in some aspect of 9/11. With Daniel’s background as an Israeli special forces agent, I think he could’ve had a motivation to hide information that would point to an Israeli connection--he himself might have been involved in 9/11.”
Nathan’s patience was running low. “Nick, I don’t have time to worry about outlandish ‘what if…’ possibilities.”
“Outlandish?” replied Nick, slightly offended. “A bunch of people think Israel was somehow involved in 9/11. One website says that many Jews in New York were warned to stay away from the Twin Towers on 9/11 via a Jewish Instant Messenger service. Larry Silverstein, the owner of the Twin Towers, is close friends with former Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. We should be looking into these things.”
“I’m not going to waste my time looking into any antiSemitic websites,” said Nathan, raising his tone. “There are crazy racists all over the world who try to blame the Jews for everything.”
“I’m not saying the Jews were behind 9/11. I just think that PNAC may have had help from Mossad. Mossad is like the Israeli CIA--they’ve had a long history of being involved in shady activities.”
Nathan shook his head. “This isn’t something we should be worried about.”
“How do you know? How do you know that Daniel wasn’t misleading you?”