For many years, I have had a very successful free Haunted event at my house. It attracted hundreds of neighborhood children every year. It kept kids off the street, cut neighborhood vandalism to nothing, and gots lots of media attention worldwide. One unexpected thing that happened as a result of doing Haunted Houses every year was from the kids that attended. Despite my living and having this event in a bad neighborhood, I saw that the hundreds of kids that came over were really sweet kids. I could see and hear what doing my little event every year meant to these kids. Many of these kids would cry and confide in me that they had no food in their house and the huge amounts of candy and treats I gave them were all they had to eat. No wonder these kids would turn to selling drugs, and joining gangs. Gangs would probably be the only family they would have that could put food on the table. I started wishing that somehow I could win the lottery, and then I could give them all the food they needed. Not only could I feed them, I would be able to buy expensive, animated props and really give them a real thrill. But, realistically, winning the lottery would never happen, and I would just have to be content with doing an event that I can barely afford, living on a small fixed income. The donations I got from area businesses helped a lot, as I got a lot of candy every year, but got very little in donations... donations that could have helped purchased better props and improved the quality of my event every year.

Now enters a man named Steve Allred, a partner of Tinson Antiques, here in West Palm Beach, Fla. He convinced me that he was genuinely concerned about my Haunted House and the lack of money that I had to put on a spectacular event. His plan was to do a second money raising event, then I could buy animated props, and do more to help neighborhood kids. He convinced me to give him large sums of money to start a Haunted House business. A business that would help me continue to do a free event every year... free for kids.

I found out later that Steve was just conning me, and didn't put one penny into the business. He just stuck the money in his pocket. All along, I was listening to all his ideas, and stories, but his body language was saying that he was a liar, and I was the biggest fool. I wouldn't have fallen for his scam... my head said no, but my heart said yes. My heart (to helping the neighborhood) won the battle, and I paid for it dearly.

In closing, Steve you are a liar, a thief and a con man. I hope the money you ripped me off with will provide you with the good accomodations that you f*ing deserve... in hell! You're just like all the other rotten people in our neighborhood, a self-centered egotistical S.O.B.

Don't bother with any more of your stories that you thought I believed. Just return my money.