The Above Coords will not bring you to the cache.To get the coords to this cache,you will need to find the 7 other caches in this series and find the numbers that are in random caches. The puzzle is getting the combination to the door,that are on the page somewhere and making it to the end of the cache.Your 1st clue when you enter the room is look for the book the real mother Goose,and the rest will fall into place.
THE STORY.......
You sit in your favorite chair during the early hours of a pleasant autumn evening. The year is 1947. Your mind is preoccupied by your latest hobby; diddling the time away as you await your favorite program on your large radio. Some of your friends and family seem envious of your radio but to you it’s little more than average. Most people have one, yours just happens to be a little big. However, it still tunes the same, gets the same stations, and gets the same static. Suddenly, the words you’ve been waiting for ring out like an angelic choir! Jerry Grater is on the air!
This is your host, Jerry Grater, with ‘Everything is Greater’ on NSHO radio. Boy do I have a surprise for you! That’s right…our station is accepting all you amateur sleuths in what should be a fun case study into a mystery that has plagued our small region for some time now. What is it? Well ask no more because I have all…or some of your answers. Ever heard of George Lee Ray? Maybe you know him by the name of Georgie Porgie? Yes...no? It doesn’t matter. Step right up because I have something special for you! All I ask...if you choose to participate...is that you submit a full report on your findings so that I can read them on the air. What better entertainment than that!? So don’t be a cold fish and don’t bellyache over it, you won’t find yourself on the wrong side of the black and white...heck...you might find that poor Georgie just got a bum rap. I just want the dope, you see. If you’re not blue and want to try something new, come down to our station and the instructions will be given to you!
Those words not only piqued your interest, they got you excited. Finally, you can do something worthwhile. Something that might even make a name for yourself. The very next morning you head down to the station and are met by a tall man that refers to himself as the head of “special projects”.
“Hello, I’m Kyle” the large foreboding man says. “I’m the head of this special project and what I’m about to tell you may not sit easy with you.”
He continues, “I’ll start by telling you the story of George Lee Ray. I went to school with him. He was...let me say...not the usual. He was a short and chunky kid...smarter than any of us but didn’t have the talk, you see. Never made friends, never wanted to be part of the crowd. That was why they ragged on him. There was a bad bunch that bullied him. You know...the usual. They called him names, roughed him up a few times...stole his lunch many times. He always took it. Never said a word. It turns out this kid had the smarts when it came to the sciences...especially biology. The boys...well they weren’t so smart and told him to do their homework for them. If he just agreed to lend a hand, they might’ve backed off. But he didn’t. He wanted nothin’ to do with them. That’s when they beat him real good. I was friends with the crew but I didn’t want nothin’ to do with any of that. Time goes on...the world continues...we’re outta school and makin’ a livin’ and I forgot about ol’ Georgie Porgie.
I got a job on the force and worked my way up to detective. Some of my friends joined the black and white while others went yellow. That’s right...they drove cabs for coin. One night, I get a call that one of the cabbies was found dead...stabbed many times in his car. The records showed that George Lee Ray was his last customer. Witnesses stated that the cab was last seen near Powell Street. Before I could even investigate, my boys on the force already decided that Georgie Porgie murdered their friend. I tried to reason with them but they already flipped their wig and my words fell on deaf ears. They went on a hunt to track George down.
And find him they did. They came back to the station, all sauced up and bragging about their deed. They found him and beat him to a pulp. Knocked him around until his lights were out...permanently...or so they thought. They dragged his body into the woods and left him there for the maggots. I was sick over it and made haste to the site but found nothin’. No body, no Georgie Porgie. With nothin’ to show for anything, I kept that night to myself. There wasn’t no evidence and you don’t turn on your fellow officers. They were off the hook. I wasn’t though. I felt guilty...guilty I tell ya. I felt so bad that I quit the force and got a job here.
Now here’s where things go topsy turvy. You see, the boys started going missing. One by one...each of them...never to be seen again. Whispers grew into rumors...rumors grew into fear. People, in the know, said ol’ Georgie Porgie was kidnapping them and taking them to his house on Powell Street. Some said he slaughtered them...chopped them to pieces. Others seemed to think that Georgie Porgie joined the army after school and used his smarts to work on secret government projects. And now he’s experimenting on his bullies and turning them into some kind of freaks. Either way, one thing for sure is that nobody was going near that damned house. They called it the “slaughter house”.
That was until the rumors reached the top. The FBI caught wind of it and decided to investigate. With a small military attachment, they entered the slaughter house. What happened that day, nobody knows. And I sure as hell never want to know. What I do know is that no one came back out of that house. The feds got paranoid and condemned it. They boarded it up and put out signs to keep people out. After awhile, it was forgotten and the place eventually got sold...to this radio station.
That’s why you’re here folks. My bosses want to solve this god forsaken mystery...heaven knows why. So here’s what you need to do. The boards to the front door were ripped down. Go into the house and see if you can find any clues into what happened to the missing police officers and the FBI and army squad. If you figure something out, write your notes down and fill out a report (in the form of a very descriptive geocache log) so we can finally know what happened with Georgie Porgie and the Slaughter House.
7575 is the code to open the door
Cache is in my yard so you are not trespassing,if you are afraid of the dark,Claustrophobia and scare easily this is NOT the Cache for you.Also only 4 to the room.By all means if any of the following above scare in any way. DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS cache.The final is in the 4Th room.