reply to post by Historical-Mozart
I've had an ongoing issue with "agents" harassing me since 2005 (that's when I first noticed something amiss). At first I thought it might be like
the cops or something. They had been to my job, and it was getting pretty crazy. My co-workers would point at me and say things like "they didn't
pick him up yet?"
Then, to make a long story short, I noticed "agents" following me around. I totally made a run for it. It looked like I had lost them after sneaking
to another city, so I called my "family" to tell them what happened. I went from Roc City, to Columbus, to Connecticut. Then my sister kicked me
out, and I moved to New York City. The coast was clear, no "agents"!
I soon realized that it was quite boring in my rented room. I decided to make a trip on the Greyhound back to Rochester to get some video games and my
laptop, and also pay the last months rent on my ohter apartment (the one I ran from). Ooops! The "agents" somehow spotted me and returned with a
When I got back to New York, they pretty much took over the neighborhood. When I left the apartment, they would drive off all at once. Same thing as I
walked up the street to return. At least 10 cars all at once. They even apparently helped the cops with a bust in the area. As the cops ran in to make
the arrest, they emerged from their cars shouting "we've got the video!" They had jackets on that looked like blue FBI jackets with one exception:
they didn't say "FBI" on the back. They actually didn't say anything.
One night as I tried to get to sleep on a quiet night, outside I heard one of them questioning someone on the street: "CIA. Do you know anything
about that black guy that lives here?" I was the only black guy in an all hispanic neighborhood.
Eventually, with some contacts, I landed a temp job on wall street. By that time these folks were all over the place like roaches, and had the folks
at work going nuts. I got scared and ran to a pay phone to call a sister. The only thing I got was "invalid number". I tried another one and all I
got was "invalid number". After trying more payphones I got the same thing. This was starting to be like the matrix or some garbage!
Eventually I ran from it all back to Rochester. I tried everything from lawyers to the cops, you name it. My police record came back clean, the CIA
FOIA request didn't clearly say that they had any records on me, and by this time those "agents" had my family in on it.
At one point, they came to mom's window dressed as missionaries (mom was a mormon) and told her to open the door. She obeyed in an instant. I pleaded
with her not to open the door, but whatever they were using on her was too much. I hid in the bathroom and these "missionaries" pretty much took
over once mom opened the door. Mom automatically went to sit on a chair in the living room and the first thing out of her mouth was: "I knew I
shouldn't have opened that door!"
Eventually, I emerged from my hiding place and couldn't believe what I saw. My niece and nephew were completely stoned and staring straight ahead,
not moving. Two folks that are never quiet and sitting down, now totally out of it. They stopped what they were doing with mom and acted like they
were reading scripture.
Eventually, to keep the story short, they had me locked in my Rochester sister's bathroom. My sister had given them the keys, and they were sitting
on the steps and in the living room. Luckily, someone called the cops. The cops came in, and the "agents" refused to leave. After "questioning"
the chic who called the cops (I could hear all this from the bathroom), she said that I had said that they were from the CIA. Then one of the
"agents" exclaimed: "You can do it, but he's not supposed to KNOW
!" After that they left.
Unfortunately that was not the end of it, and the non-stop torture and terror continues to this day. The story gets exponentially crazier and hard to
believe than what you see above. Basically, there's some kind of "psychic" or something like that in my head 24/7 which makes me impossibly
miserable (it's like Guantanamo times 10), and I realize that there is no way that the CIA can do any of that!