Bob also saves himself from being killed by high heels with a sign that cautions women to remove spike heels and carry them. That way he is safe from the awesome crush of heels and also gets to experience some stocking foot trampling. When a woman comes close to where Bob is lying he can't move or he will give himself away. In a word, once he let's her get close enough, he is committed to going under her feet. At that point Bob begins to feel overcome by his childhood fantasies. As he lies there in the dark directly in the path of the approaching woman, he imagines that he is a small boy who has fallen down in the spook house. As the shadow of the woman looms above him he likes to whisper, though never loud enough for her to really hear, "Please, Ma'am, I fell down and got stuck, can you help me up?" But of course the woman doesn't notice the "small boy" and proceeds forward--"oh god, no! please ma'am, don't crush me! don't crush me!" But the towering woman remains unaware of her little victim and steps down. The "small boy," in spite of his pleading and begging, is then crushed under the foot of a full-grown woman, crushed by her overwhelming adult weight, crushed without mercy like a bug in her path, and sometimes the poor "boy" is even trampled by the woman as she enjoys the strange feel of what she has discovered beneath her feet! The women who step on Bob have no idea that they are walking on a person, so they don't spare him at all! Bob says that the crushing he gets from some of the taller or heavier women who come through the spook house is so severe, especially if two women step on him at the same time, that if he really were the boy he pretends to be, he would have literally had his insides squashed right out of him on more than a few occasions! In fact, sometimes when the kid Bob has hired has annoyed him, Bob likes to imagine tying the kid up, gagging him, and laying him down between the carpet rolls. Bob especially likes that idea because the kid is short, which means that while the kid's chest and stomach would certainly be right in the women's path, his face would be in their way, too! Then Bob imagines positioning one of the speakers that plays ghost screams all the time right near the kid to cover any sounds of his struggling. Next, Bob fantasizes about going out front and offering a free tour of the spook house to the tallest and heaviest women who happen by! Finally, after sending a couple of dozen or so of these big girls through, he imagines going in and scraping up whatever is left of the kid off of the hard floor! (My goodness! How mean can you get, Bob?) One of the most exciting things for Bob is that when a woman approaches his position between the carpet rolls he never knows exactly what will happen. As he lies there imagining himself a small trapped boy most of the women who unknowingly fulfill his fantasy step right on his stomach. Then they put their full weight down. Bob's strong stomach muscles are all that save him from having his organs rearranged as some of the women are surprisingly heavy. Other times, women step on his chest. The worst problem for Bob is women who look like they are wearing flats when they come in the entry but who, it turns out, are really wearing 1/2" heels. Those heels come to the same hard small point as spike heels do but are not quite able to puncture through Bob's skin because of their short length. However, when a woman walks over his ribs with those hard 1/2" heels it is all that Bob can do to keep from screaming beneath the terrible crush! Those awful heels leave deep little craters on his chest and stomach that first turn white with a red ring around them and later become black and blue! Sometimes when the women step onto the second carpet roll, they fall back and use him for a landing place. When that happens it is hard for him not to make a sound and he is sure that it is just a matter of time before a woman wearing stacked or 1/2" heels breaks his ribs falling back like that. But he has to keep quiet at all costs, even when women sometimes stand on his stomach with both feet and do a little dance saying something to their friends like, "Ooh, it's so squishy! It feels like Jello--and you can bounce on it! See?" Even when that happens, he has to lie there as he is trampled under their feet, he can't do a thing about it or he'd get caught. But this amazing game can be dangerous as well. Bob told me of three times when he thought he was in real trouble--not from being caught, but from actually being seriously injured or even killed under the feet of women. The first time he was almost killed was when two women came over from a dance wearing formal dress and high heels. When they entered the spook house they removed their heels as the sign requested. But Bob had noticed that one of the women was quite heavy, heavier, he thought, than any woman who had ever stepped on him before. He wanted to lie down for her, though, because she was pretty, sort of like a weighty version of Delta Burke. He was also curious about how it would feel to be under such a heavy woman. Her girlfriend, he had noticed, was pretty tall and no cream-puff herself. As they approached him in the darkened spook house, the two women were walking side by side to help each other keep balance since they were carrying their shoes. The first one stepped right on Bob's chest with her large stocking feet. He felt the air being pressed out of him and guessed from experience that she must have weighed about 160 pounds. This, he knew, had to be the taller girlfriend, not the heavy one. So he waited for her to step off of him so he could prepare for the weight of the big woman. But since the woman standing on his chest wasn't wearing shoes his body must have felt interesting to her because she said laughingly, "Hey, this feels like a dead body!" At which point she mercilessly rocked his chest under the crush of her large stocking feet squashing all the air from his lungs. Then Bob heard the heavy woman approach, "Well," she said," if he isn't dead now he will be after I step on him!" Bob could hear both women laughing as he felt a third stocking foot, just as large as the two already standing on him, probing his stomach for a place to stand. Bob got scared because he was about to be crushed by the heavy woman, but the first woman was still standing on him! She was waiting for her heavy girlfriend to join her! By this time Bob could hardly breathe under the crush of the first woman's large stocking feet. Like he said, if he were just a boy, this one woman alone would have already crushed him to death! But Bob endured the crush under the first woman and tightened his stomach muscles very tense to take the weight of the heavy women. When the heavy woman finally stepped down on his stomach, Bob felt her large stocking foot sink so deep into him that he would have doubled up except that the sizable stocking feet of the first woman had his back pinned flat to the ground. His eyes were bulging under the crush of the heavier woman who must have weighed almost 100 pounds more than her girlfriend! He was desperately trying not to groan out loud. Then the two women began walking around on him, enjoying the strange feel of him underfoot! Bob wasn't used to women standing on him for so long. He could feel so much pressure building up in his head from the crush on his body he thought some arteries might burst. But the two women kept walking around on him, laughing as they did so. As his body continued to be mashed under 400 pounds of stocking foot crush Bob became terrified. He couldn't breathe and he could feel his stomach muscles beginning to weaken under the slow relentless trampling of the laughing women's large stocking feet. As the women continued to crush him, Bob became desperate to lie still and make no sound even tough the combined weight of the trampling women was keeping him from breathing and he was starting to get light headed. But then he realize that if he fainted, and they didn't get off of him soon thereafter, he would actually die from lack of air--literally having been trampled to death under the stocking feet of these woman! He thought he might best cry out for mercy and take his chances. But before he could, the heavy women started walking up his chest almost crushing his ribs beneath the massive press of her stocking feet and said, "Hey, has this thing got a head?" With horror, Bob pictured his head under the stocking foot of this huge woman! Judging by the tremendous crush she was putting down on his chest, he knew that she probably had the weight to literally press his skull flat! But, just as he was about to gasp out loud for her to stop, she slipped. Her stocking foot slid right off of Bob's chest toward his throat. Fortunately, her foot didn't come down on his throat but, instead, her stocking toes stepped on the side of his neck and the first carpet roll took the weight of her stocking heel. At the same time, she dropped her high heeled shoe onto Bob's forehead which so surprised him that he almost cried out. The spike heeled shoe then bounced off his forehead and landed upside down over Bob's mouth and nose. Still, he had to just lie there, breathing deeply from the heavy aroma of the huge woman's spike heeled shoe and praying not to be caught. Then she bent down and began feeling for her shoe with her hands and by pure luck found it before finding his face.