Name: Anonymous 2009-06-09 15:56
I lived in Austin, Texas. It started after I saw a few guys messing with the phone line outside my home. I then heard strange clicking noises on my phone. When I would say "I think someone is listening to the phone call" the call would be terminated.
A number of odd events then started to occur around that time. I would lock my door and go to work. When I came home, the door would be unlocked, sometimes even open. This happened 5 days in a row. I would triple-check to make sure the door was locked after the first few times. Nevertheless, it would be unlocked when I got home. I lived alone.
Then my remote control disappeared for about a month. It finally showed up under my mattress, when the television was not even in the bedroom.
A strange man started visiting my house offering to mow the lawn. I accepted his offer. He then started asking me all sorts of weird questions. It turned out he had a room at the hotel behind my house, with a window overlooking my backyard. The hotel was way too expensive for a person who made their living mowing lawns to stay there for at least 2 months when an apartment would have been much cheaper. (The cost of the hotel a month would have been at least $1,000 and probably closer to $1,200).
Then, I installed some new fixtures in my apartment which made it difficult to breathe so I decided to spend all my time outside until I got the ventilation ducts cleaned out. One night I was outside on the phone and I saw a White Suburban with very tinted windows (too tinted according to Texas law). It pulled up into the drive way. When they saw me, they pulled out and drove down the street. The strange thing was that normally people who did this would turn around and go back to the main street. In my case, they pulled in, pulled out and continued in the same direction.
An hour later, I was still on the phone. I saw the same suburban pull into my house. They saw me and pulled out again, just like they had done the first time.
Because of the toxic fumes in my house from the new fixtures, I decided to sleep in my car that night. As I was trying to sleep in the back seat, I saw a man's shadow very close to the car and I heard him talking to someone else but it seemed via radio because the man was not conversing with anyone and was alone. The neighbor's kids were outside and I heard him yell "the neighbors" and he ran off. The neighbors told me there was a white surburban with a white lady, well-dressed driving it and a white man was next to my car, doing something. A poorly-dressed (think bum) black man had also gotten out of the surbuban and was watching from the street.
The neighbor's kids had pretended to call the police which provoked them to run off. That was the third visit of the white suburban with overly-tinted windows that night.
The next morning I found soldering paste on my car. The next day, I saw the white suburban again, and it turned around to follow me when it saw me. I decided to follow it and gave chase for about a half-hour before it got away.
Other things that happened were strange phone calls every night around 3 AM that would then hang up. Another person called me out of the blue and somehow she brought up the target of harrassment. I would also wake up in the middle of the night at the same time every night for no reason. This happened for about a month.
Several nights a black helicopter circled around my house and focused a spotlight on my house. They would usually circle for about an hour at a time. This happened about 3 or 4 times. I generally responded by giving them "the bird".
I also continuously saw vehicles parked outside my house, including a white van. The white van would stay parked for hours at a time. If I knocked on the windows, nobody would answer. I couldn't see inside the back because it had no windows except for in the rear of the van and they were tinted.
Often times the van or other cars would arrive outside my house the moment I was leaving for work. Sometimes, I would leave for work and then turn around because I forgot something. As soon as I arrived I would see the white van outside my house.
I lived alone. On two separate occasions, a different police officer showed up at my house. Each claimed that I had dialed 911 and asked to poke around the house. In both cases, I had not dialed 911. I allowed them to poke inside because I had nothing to hide and I figured that if I didn't they would have probable cause to suspect a crime had been committed.
My mail showed up missing on several occasions. And I would have mail from neighbors. I would have neighbors from a block away bringing mail to me.
I started having a rapid heart beat and panic attacks. I also had trouble urinating. My prostate expanded and was very painful. When I saw doctors for these problems they told me it was stress related. I was double charged for all of these medical visits.
On my phone bill, I would pay and then get recharged. This happened many times and resulted in thousands of dollars of phone bills.
Even though I was a good worker, my boss demoted me and started making me work weekends. I'm not sure if that was related to the rest of the harrassment.
I would take my automobile to get repaired and I would soon have the same problem. My gas tank drained inexplicably.
My home computer quit working completely and I had to reinstall the operating system.
At this point I had gotten married. But my wife would be very angry with me constantly and would not listen to my stalking stories. We got divorced after a year.
I got so sick of the harrassment I moved to South America. Here I have been met by strange, single, white Americans who are travelling alone and quiz me on why I live here. These guys dress and talk like rappers (not typical travellers) and their stories about their history also have contradictions. I know they are some kind of agent. However, since moving here, the harassment has mostly ceased. The agents always carry a walkman or CD-walkman and when I start talking about anything of importance they pull it out.
I assume it is a recording device. The last time, I removed the batteries and interrogated the agent as to who he was, to no avail. On one occasion, my front door had the door lock unscrewed. The only thing I noticed different in my apartment was that my credit card had the signature panel on the back and the holograph on the front completely scratched off.
I assume this harrassment is because of my political views, against the government and secret societies.
A number of odd events then started to occur around that time. I would lock my door and go to work. When I came home, the door would be unlocked, sometimes even open. This happened 5 days in a row. I would triple-check to make sure the door was locked after the first few times. Nevertheless, it would be unlocked when I got home. I lived alone.
Then my remote control disappeared for about a month. It finally showed up under my mattress, when the television was not even in the bedroom.
A strange man started visiting my house offering to mow the lawn. I accepted his offer. He then started asking me all sorts of weird questions. It turned out he had a room at the hotel behind my house, with a window overlooking my backyard. The hotel was way too expensive for a person who made their living mowing lawns to stay there for at least 2 months when an apartment would have been much cheaper. (The cost of the hotel a month would have been at least $1,000 and probably closer to $1,200).
Then, I installed some new fixtures in my apartment which made it difficult to breathe so I decided to spend all my time outside until I got the ventilation ducts cleaned out. One night I was outside on the phone and I saw a White Suburban with very tinted windows (too tinted according to Texas law). It pulled up into the drive way. When they saw me, they pulled out and drove down the street. The strange thing was that normally people who did this would turn around and go back to the main street. In my case, they pulled in, pulled out and continued in the same direction.
An hour later, I was still on the phone. I saw the same suburban pull into my house. They saw me and pulled out again, just like they had done the first time.
Because of the toxic fumes in my house from the new fixtures, I decided to sleep in my car that night. As I was trying to sleep in the back seat, I saw a man's shadow very close to the car and I heard him talking to someone else but it seemed via radio because the man was not conversing with anyone and was alone. The neighbor's kids were outside and I heard him yell "the neighbors" and he ran off. The neighbors told me there was a white surburban with a white lady, well-dressed driving it and a white man was next to my car, doing something. A poorly-dressed (think bum) black man had also gotten out of the surbuban and was watching from the street.
The neighbor's kids had pretended to call the police which provoked them to run off. That was the third visit of the white suburban with overly-tinted windows that night.
The next morning I found soldering paste on my car. The next day, I saw the white suburban again, and it turned around to follow me when it saw me. I decided to follow it and gave chase for about a half-hour before it got away.
Other things that happened were strange phone calls every night around 3 AM that would then hang up. Another person called me out of the blue and somehow she brought up the target of harrassment. I would also wake up in the middle of the night at the same time every night for no reason. This happened for about a month.
Several nights a black helicopter circled around my house and focused a spotlight on my house. They would usually circle for about an hour at a time. This happened about 3 or 4 times. I generally responded by giving them "the bird".
I also continuously saw vehicles parked outside my house, including a white van. The white van would stay parked for hours at a time. If I knocked on the windows, nobody would answer. I couldn't see inside the back because it had no windows except for in the rear of the van and they were tinted.
Often times the van or other cars would arrive outside my house the moment I was leaving for work. Sometimes, I would leave for work and then turn around because I forgot something. As soon as I arrived I would see the white van outside my house.
I lived alone. On two separate occasions, a different police officer showed up at my house. Each claimed that I had dialed 911 and asked to poke around the house. In both cases, I had not dialed 911. I allowed them to poke inside because I had nothing to hide and I figured that if I didn't they would have probable cause to suspect a crime had been committed.
My mail showed up missing on several occasions. And I would have mail from neighbors. I would have neighbors from a block away bringing mail to me.
I started having a rapid heart beat and panic attacks. I also had trouble urinating. My prostate expanded and was very painful. When I saw doctors for these problems they told me it was stress related. I was double charged for all of these medical visits.
On my phone bill, I would pay and then get recharged. This happened many times and resulted in thousands of dollars of phone bills.
Even though I was a good worker, my boss demoted me and started making me work weekends. I'm not sure if that was related to the rest of the harrassment.
I would take my automobile to get repaired and I would soon have the same problem. My gas tank drained inexplicably.
My home computer quit working completely and I had to reinstall the operating system.
At this point I had gotten married. But my wife would be very angry with me constantly and would not listen to my stalking stories. We got divorced after a year.
I got so sick of the harrassment I moved to South America. Here I have been met by strange, single, white Americans who are travelling alone and quiz me on why I live here. These guys dress and talk like rappers (not typical travellers) and their stories about their history also have contradictions. I know they are some kind of agent. However, since moving here, the harassment has mostly ceased. The agents always carry a walkman or CD-walkman and when I start talking about anything of importance they pull it out.
I assume it is a recording device. The last time, I removed the batteries and interrogated the agent as to who he was, to no avail. On one occasion, my front door had the door lock unscrewed. The only thing I noticed different in my apartment was that my credit card had the signature panel on the back and the holograph on the front completely scratched off.
I assume this harrassment is because of my political views, against the government and secret societies.