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The Attacks Continue...

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posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 12:12 AM
I have a question, and I would love it if someone can help me answer it. The question may be found at the end of this thorough intro.

But first, over the last couple of months I had begun to post responses on ATS, after not having been active since summer of '08. The reason I had not been active is because around late Feb/early March '08 high strangeness began to happen with my personal website and email account after I had gone on a posting spree in various forums, nothing negative or bad, though; quite the contrary. In fact, the last thing I posted before the hackattacks began was in a forum against Big Corporate's counter-nutritional slaughter of the average American's health, where I reported that I had lost 160 pounds over a couple year's time by cutting high fructose corn syrup and other junk out of my diet, and focused on an all-natural organic diet. After that, all hell broke loose on my website, which I will not name at this time, as that is not the purpose of this thread.

It started with a line of code on the index page which I had not placed there. I would go in and remove the code, only to have more of it appear the next day or two later. At the time my site only had a "Coming Soon" flash animation on the index page, and the perpetrators went as far as actually taking the logo down on a few occasions, and leaving only a blank page. One of the messages threatened in programmer's code "EVOL Scapel" as part of extremely long lines of text and numerals. I was literally in an online tug-of-war struggle with some as-yet unknown party for control of my website.

So why didn't I call the police? For one, I was experiencing the absolute worst poverty of my life at that time, and was staying by the grace of God in my apartment after months of not having paid rent. (In previous posts for '08 and before I have mentioned a near-bi-polar emotional condition I was living with from family problems (plus the poverty); however, upon my return to ATS this year I noticed that those threads in which I posted have disappeared, which relates to my question at the end.)
My landlord is actually an old acquaintance, and my place is a smaller portion to his larger warehouse, so my being here is not necessarily an additional expense, so he has been more patient than might be expected. To be honest, I had become absolutely terrified.

I live alone, and although not as a life goal, don't have a lot of friends. It's a secluded artist thing
I think it was in 2007 I mentioned to Zorgon in a post about aliens that I didn't want to wake up one morning and see black vans parked outside my window. But that is exactly what began happening. There began to be instances where a car with completely black windows would be parked on the street outside my place in the mornings, and sometimes in the evenings, on my back street which had little-to-no major traffic at that time. On the fourth of July I went to an event just outside of west Houston to help a friend set-up for a concert. About half an hour after arriving, a man with jet black sunglasses came and sat and watched me move from place to place, and finally left about an hour later. A few days after that, I came out of a WalMart several miles from my apartment, and there was a sleek late model Toyota with black tinted windows, engine running and parked in the space behind my Honda, but the driver's window was down, and this same man was sitting behind the wheel, same sunglasses, looking mad as hell and watched me get in and drive off. He did not pursue.

After the WalMart episode I would see strangers whom I had never seen before walking the area (I was doing one or two daily walks around several blocks for exercise). I would come home to a black-windowed vehicle parked in the driveway behind the building I live in, which would either drive off, or remain until I had gone inside. One morning I left for a walk and passed the rear driveway which was empty, remembered I had forgotten my iPod and turned immediately around and there was a green car near the dumpster with two guys putting boxes in the dumpster. I cannot offer any scientific explanation for that, other than somehow my overly curious eyes looking for anything odd or out-of-place just missed that one. The list of bizarreness that followed in the days afterward goes on, but that is also not the quest of this thread. I said all that to say this: I did not bring the authorities in because I was now a nervous wreck in life, and didn't want the whole thing to backfire ("I knew that guy was nuts!!") and end up with me on the street with nowhere to live, which would have made it more difficult to regain my social stability and grow forward in life.

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posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 12:45 AM
The situation with my website then degraded over the next several months to where my index.html page was redirecting to .ru pornography sites, and folders containing massive amounts of pornographic images were being stored on my hosting server which were locked and I could not delete. I have hosting with For a period of time my Vonage phone would not connect with HostRocket but would be redirected to a recorded message saying this call cannot be completed; calls to other numbers would work, but not that one. At that time I feared for my life, and for the lives of anyone who might seem to offer me assistance, so I did not ask to use anyone else's phone for this call. Today, I feel that I might have overreacted about that, but better safe than sorry. Late fall '08 it occurred to me to send ICANN an email requesting advice to resolve this, and though I did not hear back from them, my Vonage line was able to connect to HostRocket afterwards. When I called HostRocket the gentleman who helped me confirmed hundreds of megabytes of images and files I had not uploaded, and cleared my server of the folders and files I requested, and the problem has not recurred since. His seemingly stunned response was, "Yes, you've definitely been hacked."

In addition, last summer (2008) my bank account with Capitol One was accessed and charges would appear to cause my account to go negative, yet the charges continued to accrue and the NSF fees to build, into the hundreds of dollars. When I contacted Capitol One and met with a branch manager, they investigated and confirmed that the charges were not mine, and the original account balance before the invasion was restored.

The warehouse/apartment where I presently reside I have come to believe is under video/audio surveillance, the purpose of which I cannot begin to speculate. There are clicks and subtle knocks which occur in precisely the same locations within the very walls when I walk past, and my cat has often been distracted by the same sounds, which first alerted me to the noises. The floor is solid cement, and oddly, the sheetrock walls are supported not by wood, but by strong steel framework. These clicks also happen in the bathroom in consistent locations, and often I will receive SPAM emails corresponding with my work or even bathroom activities. As an example of specificity, the day after I acquired my cat, there appeared SPAM from "". The email "communication" had become common, and the only explanation I have is that whomever is sending them has a real-time perspective of me in my private home. I am self-employed, and even though I'm much healthier emotionally than when this all began, business has not been brisk lately, likely due to the economy, which is why I have not yet moved from this location.

So, to conclude this introduction and introduce the question, I must report that the last several threads I have posted to (last month) have mysteriously disappeared from my Top Threads list on the MyATS page. In two of these threads I discuss the same information I've presented above, and in another my belief that I may have been abducted (by aliens? Government? same??) and had a brain implant put in my body, for which I have scant but nevertheless curious evidence to suspect such.

ATS is full of over-the-top opinions and far-out (Top Secret?) facts. If what I am saying is ultimately nothing more than hogwash and to be added to the Hallowed Halls of Skunkworks . . . why were threads with my recent posts deleted, and by whom?

posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 01:21 AM
reply to post by OptionToChoose

I am so sorry for your troubles, but I can't find page 2 where you continue.

posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 01:22 AM
reply to post by OptionToChoose

Okay, it appeared when I posted.

Another one-liner, sorry, mods.

posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 01:27 AM
reply to post by OptionToChoose

This sounds totally weird and terrifying.

If I were you, I would take special care of your cat (and yourself, obviously).

I have no explanation and can only offer my commiserations. It is a dreadful situation.

I wish you well.

posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 01:34 AM
My cat's a tough little number, we'll make it through this. Seriously, I've gotten so used to the oddities of late that I scarcely even notice them without stopping to think about it. Thanks for your post, it's nice to be reminded that real people do care about unpleasant things that happen to other people.

posted on Apr, 4 2009 @ 01:47 AM
Houston is in flux right now. I think that a few government officials are starting to worry about organized crime and the multiple ports of entry in Houston. I am glad my family has started a gradual shift west out of the Memorial area.

posted on Apr, 6 2009 @ 06:03 PM
Thats one freaky story... I probly would have bought a big dog, not a cat!!!

posted on Apr, 7 2009 @ 12:18 PM
The cat kinda showed up on its own...a friend brought him by and asked if I wanted to keep him, his original owner didn't want a cat anymore. It wasn't a whiney-kitten sort of cat, and I needed some consistent company, so he moved in.

I don't know if it's the Fed, the grays, both, neither, who it is, but I've actually kinda gotten bored with the whole thing. It's not a topic you can freely talk about without alienating other sane people, so I wait til the budget crisis is resolved and I can move the heck outta here. It's pretty much life as usual these days, whatever that actually means. Still notice the clicks, some seem like bump-in-the-night noises (only mostly in the day), but most seem mechanical, deliberate, motion-activated. It's really The Trueman Show-ish.

One hopes not, tho.

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