World's Strangest Weenie Roast

Story Sent in by Oscar:

I got way too attached to Julius way too soon. We were hanging out every night by the end of our first week dating - and it was fast and furious in every way you can imagine.

Then less than two weeks into it, Julius asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner with some of his friends on a Wednesday night. I couldn't make it that forthcoming Wednesday and asked him if we could do it some other time.

He said, "It has to be a Wednesday. For reasons that will become clear once you're here."

At the time I wasn't sure what made a Wednesday so special but Julius and I kept dating until a couple of weeks later when I had a free Wednesday evening. He told me to wear something formal. Was it a special dinner? I had no idea. But I showed up to his apartment, looking forward to another fun night.

When I entered there the lights were dim and there were about a dozen other people in formalwear (who I think were all men) and they were in featureless white masks.

Julius (who was behind a mask but I recognized his voice) came up to me and grasped me by the arm. I said, "Uh... should I have a mask, too?"

He said, "No. You're the main course."

He led me into the middle of the masked group and said, "The meal is here, gentlemen," and I instantly became very, very uncomfortable. The electricity in the room, if you could call it that, had gone from weird to predatory. I tugged at Julius's grip but he held me tight.

Those in the masks were silent, but they gathered really close. I had no way out. I said, "Uh, Julius, what's going on?"

Julius said something in what I guessed was Latin and those in the masks all shared a quiet laugh.

I grabbed at Julius's wrist with my free hand and twisted as hard as I could. He cried out and let go of me. I leaped backward awkwardly but I succeeded in taking the group by enough surprise (and with enough momentum) to break through toward the door and I bolted for it.

I felt them millimeters from grabbing me when I unlocked it, opened it, and ran down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the building's front yard.

By the time I stopped to catch my breath I found no one behind me. But I still hurried home. And when I made it there and stopped shaking I wrote Julius an email to ask, "What the hell was that all about?"

He never wrote back or contacted me again.