Something is happening in the city. Something no one wants to talk about.
The numbers don’t lie, even if the officials do. People are vanishing. Not just a few. Not just here and there. Hundreds. And not the kind of people who get press coverage. Not the kind who have families that can afford billboards and search parties.
They’re calling it a gas leak. A tragic accident. Faulty wiring. A boiler malfunction. Pick your excuse. The official story keeps changing, like a bad improv troupe trying to cover up a murder. But I know what happened at Shady Pines. I’ve connected the dots.
For years, the shadowy presence of the Men in Black has haunted the edges of our reality. They’ve been whispered about in hushed tones, feared by those who’ve encountered them, and dismissed by the ignorant. But now, a disturbing new pattern has emerged—one that cannot be ignored. Our nation’s bikers—those fearless road warriors who embrace the open highways—are disappearing. And the evidence is clear: the Men in Black are responsible.