I have a story.

[Spades]

Welcome to "The Run". AKA (although it is never called this except on maps, which is confusing...) "Omaha Mining Company". It is an gay bar with "all-ages" after hours dance club from 2-4pm. It has been running since the 60's. I've been there 2x when I was 21. After hours. Just that and my personal experiences with it always left me completely creeped out. Maybe you saw my comment about a boy I dated (I say boy... he was 20 at the time) who was the strangest person I'd ever met. He told me once that he "had sex in a bathtub full of blood", which I dismissed. I was happily unaware of anything sex ring related until a few months ago, I am close to 40 yrs old now. I'm telling you all this because it is "anon" and my friends don't seem to care or understand in the least, except the ones who remember this boyfriend. I do NOT feel at liberty to talk about the F rank lin Cover U p on my social media, as I still live here. In any case, I am talking 2002-ish when I dated this guy.

He was a squirrely little red head with glasses. I'll call him Brad. I met him as my girlfriends and I were 21 and drinking in the old market. I ridiculously and arrogantly walked down the street and saw him... sticking out my foot, said "Could you tie my shoe?". He did. I walked on... telling him "No..." when he asked for my phone number. We were leaving Billy Frog's and going to check out "The Max". I've never been there since. It is apparently one of the hottest gay clubs in the country and in the Old Market District.

He followed us to The Max... seemed to know the men, but I ignored him. Unfortunately, my friend thought she was funny and gave him my phone number. Imagine my surprise when he called. And called. And called. Finally I agreed to meet him in the Old Market for a "date". On this date... he wanted to go to The Run... an after hours, all ages club (gay bar by regular hours). It's a rave environment... black lights, kids dancing and sweating... very happening. When we got there, we met... mmmm… Let's call him Dave... the security. The bouncer. I've just tonight checked their fb page and he was still working there as of 2018, I believe. We got in, didn't have to pay cover because Brad knew Dave.

So... he took me around... sort of showing me off to his friends. It was dark, black lights everywhere. Glow sticks abound as he put them on and did a dance to show off for me. It didn't take too long before he said... "Wait here."... as HE descended some steps. He said I was not allowed to follow. I didn't understand WHY I couldn't go where my "date" was going... so I waited for him... and waited. Finally... I LEFT. I got half a block away and he came running after me. I'm not really the type to put up with things, but when I kept walking away and he started punching the concrete wall and bloodying his fists... I gave in. I am empathetic. I knew this kid was messed up. I guess I was a little scared, too. I went back with him... we danced to Julio Engalius' "Hero"... and the next thing I know... I am taking in this person and 2 of his friends to live with me in my efficiency apartment.

This is a long story. I know it's not what I've seen here. But I need to spit it out somewhere. So... I'll continue.

 

[Spades]

So... here I am with 3 homeless youths (all of age, though), living in my apartment. In an apparent relationship with one of them. Honestly, my memory isn't great, so the big hits on this were... When I went to pick *Brad * up from where he was staying... I drove to the next town over. He informed me that this was the security/bouncer's house and that he had been staying there with him in exchange for sex. This slight young man... exchanging sex to stay with this big, burly, older man who ran the door at this club. I was MAD. I think this is when I got my savior complex and had him start staying with me. So... I found out this guy was bisexual, though I felt it was not of his own choice. BTW... I will attach pic of slides these kids slept on downtown.

Within the next month or so... I realized I had met a true masochist. He asked me to slap him and punch him in the face (which I did not, obviously). He told me that he had sex in a bathtub full of blood, and probably told me more which I just blocked out. He would often break out into crazy hysterics and I would have to comfort him "like his Mom used to" by petting his head so he could sleep. I knew basically nothing about this kid except that he was truly messed up. I caught him heating up a branding iron on my stove and branding my initial onto his stomach while his friends watched and egged him on. Once he came home with pictures of him and a porn star (polaroids, which were rare in those days) showing him her parts. Supposedly he "happened" upon this porn star in a random Taco Bell parking lot. There were topless pics of him with her on her "tour bus". He stated that he has showed her himself and she said he could start in the porn business. He basically came home and asked my permission to go ahead with this endeavor. Well, absolutely NOT. We argued. My cousins came over and saw him acting nuts... He tied a large knife to a rope and swung it at them. One of my cousins knocked it out of his hand and laid the little guy out with one punch.

After that, I heard nothing else from him. Until... my younger brother came to me one day and said he and his pregnant girlfriend were in the Old Market at a convenience shop and Brad approached them out of nowhere, pulled a knife on them and told my brother he would kill him. So. That is that story.

The real reason I had to tell that story... is because of the sinking feeling I got when I realized that O ma ha was a cesspool and starting linking events that happened around ME to it. The basement in the Run has always stuck out in my mind as completely creepy. So today... when I really started looking into it... I found this O ma ha World Herald article.


https://www.omaha.com/entertainment...cle_49372021-2b4b-508c-b9b2-8b97dbf18c17.html
https://www.omaha.com/entertainment...cle_49372021-2b4b-508c-b9b2-8b97dbf18c17.html

I found the whole article creepy but was glad to finally have some validation to the creepiness I'd felt when I was younger and wondering WHY this kid could go down, or WOULD go down (on a date) these forbidden stairs.

 

[Spades]

Not sure if anyone knows who this guy is... but this is his walk around the Old Market showing places that he KNEW to be trafficking.
Start at :54 seconds in.

If that video is not playing, search on YouTube for: A Walking Tour of p***phile Heaven Omaha NE REAL Legacy 2 by D avid S hurter

 

[Spades]

Artwork is, as usual, strange, occultic and sometimes demonic in this club.

 

[TempestOfTempo]

Not sure if anyone knows who this guy is... but this is his walk around the Old Market showing places that he KNEW to be trafficking.
Start at :54 seconds in.

If that video is not playing, search on YouTube for: A Walking Tour of p***phile Heaven Omaha NE REAL Legacy 2 by D avid S hurter

I was just about to post these videos! Did you post both of them? David Shurtur may be an "acquired taste" for some, but what he puts down in those 2 vids is undeniable. Unfortunately, Omaha punches waaaaaayyyy above its weight in terms of general corruption and specifically in terms of child endangerment and pedo issues. But the city is meticulous in keeping its false image presented to the nation and the world, so it continues to be a thinly veiled secret.

 

[Spades]

I was just about to post these videos! Did you post both of them? David Shurtur may be an "acquired taste" for some, but what he puts down in those 2 vids is undeniable. Unfortunately, Omaha punches waaaaaayyyy above its weight in terms of general corruption and specifically in terms of child endangerment and pedo issues. But the city is meticulous in keeping its false image presented to the nation and the world, so it continues to be a thinly veiled secret.

I only posted the one because he was specifically speaking of The Run, but they are both very interesting, especially to me because those were my stomping grounds when I was young. I think it's on the first video that he goes by "The Antiquarium", which was my FAVORITE place because it was an old bookstore with all kinds of strange nooks and crannies (broken piano tucked in with the books). The owner was very strange. There were couches set up and always an array of older men (friends of the owner) sitting, drinking coffee. In the basement there was a record shop where teens went and hung out.

This building was at least 3 stories high. Once, with a friend, we snuck up the stairs to the top level. There were no books there. It was just a wide open loft, basically, no furniture other than maybe some tables. We kinda peeked from the stairs and something there scared me. My memory is so foggy (I was only 14-16 at the time). I remember there being a big circle drawn in chalk on the old wooden floor and what looked like blood stains. We ran back down the stairs and I'm sure that at the time we decided that we were just scaring ourselves. At some point in my young adult years, I heard rumors that there was sex trafficking there. It may have been my ex-boyfriend who told me this.

Okay, so here is the last bit of strangeness that is what led me to open my eyes and start researching this stuff. A few months ago, when the Epstein stuff broke, I was discussing it with a friend. She sent me a podcast that discussed the fr ank lin issue. I had never heard of it. No one had ever spoken about it, and I live here. I started looking into it, found the conspiracy of silence. When Troy Boner's face appeared on the screen... I was so traumatized.

My Mom. She was an addict in some form or other her whole life. She ended up taking methadone, legally. Single Mom, so we went with her to the "clinic" most of the time. There was another patient there who I would see from time to time. He had a very SCARY look about him, and he always dressed in this long coat, strange hat and boots and it was mostly his eyes that scared me. Well, one day (when I was about 10, I'm guessing), he sat down next to me on one of the couches in the waiting room. I was reading and he started to kind of talk to me. I don't remember what he said, but as soon as my Mom saw him talking to me she came over, starting screaming at him and literally punch him and knocked him over the couch. When I asked her why she did that she said never to talk to him because he was part of a sex ring. Now, I was 10 and I didn't really understand. But when I saw Troy Boner on that documentary... I was shaken to the bone. I bawled my eyes out. That man may have been a victim, but was also a FULL BLOWN predator. I would never forget those eyes.

That is how I found Shurter, searching for other information. No one will talk about it around me. I wish my Mom was still alive so I could have asked her. She ran in some wild, wild circles before she had kids. She would have had the real answers. I'm terrified of my own city now. I'll post the other video of his walking tour and the one of Hummel Park.

 

[Spades]

The Old Market:

Hummel Park:

I only went to Hummel Park once. I'm not what you would call skittish, but the vibes at the bottom of that staircase were SO heavy, I refused to go up them and we left immediately.

 

[TempestOfTempo]

I only posted the one because he was specifically speaking of The Run, but they are both very interesting, especially to me because those were my stomping grounds when I was young. I think it's on the first video that he goes by "The Antiquarium", which was my FAVORITE place because it was an old bookstore with all kinds of strange nooks and crannies (broken piano tucked in with the books). The owner was very strange. There were couches set up and always an array of older men (friends of the owner) sitting, drinking coffee. In the basement there was a record shop where teens went and hung out.

This building was at least 3 stories high. Once, with a friend, we snuck up the stairs to the top level. There were no books there. It was just a wide open loft, basically, no furniture other than maybe some tables. We kinda peeked from the stairs and something there scared me. My memory is so foggy (I was only 14-16 at the time). I remember there being a big circle drawn in chalk on the old wooden floor and what looked like blood stains. We ran back down the stairs and I'm sure that at the time we decided that we were just scaring ourselves. At some point in my young adult years, I heard rumors that there was sex trafficking there. It may have been my ex-boyfriend who told me this.

Okay, so here is the last bit of strangeness that is what led me to open my eyes and start researching this stuff. A few months ago, when the Epstein stuff broke, I was discussing it with a friend. She sent me a podcast that discussed the fr ank lin issue. I had never heard of it. No one had ever spoken about it, and I live here. I started looking into it, found the conspiracy of silence. When Troy Boner's face appeared on the screen... I was so traumatized.

My Mom. She was an addict in some form or other her whole life. She ended up taking methadone, legally. Single Mom, so we went with her to the "clinic" most of the time. There was another patient there who I would see from time to time. He had a very SCARY look about him, and he always dressed in this long coat, strange hat and boots and it was mostly his eyes that scared me. Well, one day (when I was about 10, I'm guessing), he sat down next to me on one of the couches in the waiting room. I was reading and he started to kind of talk to me. I don't remember what he said, but as soon as my Mom saw him talking to me she came over, starting screaming at him and literally punch him and knocked him over the couch. When I asked her why she did that she said never to talk to him because he was part of a sex ring. Now, I was 10 and I didn't really understand. But when I saw Troy Boner on that documentary... I was shaken to the bone. I bawled my eyes out. That man may have been a victim, but was also a FULL BLOWN predator. I would never forget those eyes.

That is how I found Shurter, searching for other information. No one will talk about it around me. I wish my Mom was still alive so I could have asked her. She ran in some wild, wild circles before she had kids. She would have had the real answers. I'm terrified of my own city now. I'll post the other video of his walking tour and the one of Hummel Park.

Interesting that the gay bar is called "The Run". The half-a-mile-or-so circuit which Shurter details in his video where the underage male victims are/were trafficked is known as the "Milk Run". If random people such as you and I know this stuff, it ridiculous to assert the police dont, especially since Shurter just proved how much of this activity is literally taking place right under their noses.

 

[Spades]

Interesting that the gay bar is called "The Run". The half-a-mile-or-so circuit which Shurter details in his video where the underage male victims are/were trafficked is known as the "Milk Run". If random people such as you and I know this stuff, it ridiculous to assert the police dont, especially since Shurter just proved how much of this activity is literally taking place right under their noses.

It was actually just called "The Run" and it is VERY suspect that they called this place the same thing. There is no signage on the outside of it whatsoever, but they do have "The Run" written on the wall inside and use it on their fliers. I've found out some more since I started digging but I'm not even posting that. I kinda wish I didn't post this! =O My keyboard is stuck on italics for some reason. I'm not trying to be dramatic. =) The walk that Shurter did to show you the run was still going on when I was a young adult... there were always kids at that bus station just hanging around. My bus stop was right across the street and once guy drove around the block 2x, then whipped a U turn to try to pick me up... to which I responded by yelling and cussing at him. But they've closed the Greyhound bus station down so no one goes there anymore.

 

[Mr.Anderson]

Just did a quick research. The downstairs you've seen lead to na vip área called "mine shaft". It is usually locked and only opened during special theme nights such as the BDSM night

 

[Spades]

Just did a quick research. The downstairs you've seen lead to na vip área called "mine shaft". It is usually locked and only opened during special theme nights such as the BDSM night

Yes, after all these years I did find a reference to it.

 

[TempestOfTempo]

It was actually just called "The Run" and it is VERY suspect that they called this place the same thing. There is no signage on the outside of it whatsoever, but they do have "The Run" written on the wall inside and use it on their fliers. I've found out some more since I started digging but I'm not even posting that. I kinda wish I didn't post this! =O My keyboard is stuck on italics for some reason. I'm not trying to be dramatic. =) The walk that Shurter did to show you the run was still going on when I was a young adult... there were always kids at that bus station just hanging around. My bus stop was right across the street and once guy drove around the block 2x, then whipped a U turn to try to pick me up... to which I responded by yelling and cussing at him. But they've closed the Greyhound bus station down so no one goes there anymore.

As a kid, there was no mercy for adults whom tried to pick us up. Maybe that was wrong of us, but dont try and pick up underage gang members lol

 

[TempestOfTempo]

Just did a quick research. The downstairs you've seen lead to na vip área called "mine shaft". It is usually locked and only opened during special theme nights such as the BDSM night

Fine detective work Mr.A

 

[Mr.Anderson]

Fine detective work Mr.A

oh, thank you! it was just a quick google search =)

 

[Noname]

Gosh, that's so messed! We always think that sex rings are a very distant threat, but people may be running them in our own neighborhood, that's scary. I'm glad you were able to safely get out of this situation, @Spades