posted on Jan, 21 2014 @ 12:02 AM
I'm a long, long time lurker and was going to make my first post when I joined ATS two years ago, but decided against until now. Hopefully I won't
Back in the early '90 when I was a young teen my mom sat me down one day and said a lady would be calling and interviewing our family- mom, dad,
sister, and myself. We had moved to Kentucky a few years earlier from Arkansas. Why the interview? Because I was born in '76 in Arkansas and the
town we lived in had an accident when I was less than 2 years old. I was told that the town had an Air Force base on one side and a chemical plant on
the other and they transferred Agent Orange between the two via a pipeline under the town and the pipe leaked into the sewers making everybody ill.
So about 15 years later some company was tracking down everybody affected by the incident to 'see how they were doing'. I vaguely remember the
interview, but do remember all the questions being related to physical and mental health issues, but mostly metal. We never heard from them again and
the company responsible for the leak went out of business or changed names...we all know how corporations work.
I'm 37 years old now and in the past four years I have been thrown in a mental institution on four separate occasions....three weeks, three weeks,
one week, three weeks were my lengths of lockup and each resulted in court ordered medication lasting one month after discharge. The first three
stays I was "diagnosed" with paranoid schizophrenia and the last it was persecutory delusional disorder. I never agreed with any medication or
mental disorder the doctors told me I had, except for one 'counselor' I was court ordered to visit on occasion. He told me I had a mild case of
It all started in the summer of '06 when 'Dave' and his wife moved in next door. I was living with a friend and his wife, renting out their
basement, just living life. But as soon as I met Dave I was suspicious of him. He was a pretty cool guy who became good friends with my roommate.
All he did was play with his Jeeps and cars, not having to work because he was sitting on almost a million dollars he made from flipping an entire
apartment complex. His wife was a teacher. I always felt like he was there to keep an eye on me.... Why? Because I'm no angel by any means. I
earned an honest living delivering pizzas to support my online poker addiction as well as other addictions both real world and on the net. Quite a
bit of money and some interesting information was flowing through my computer every night when I was online. I always felt like Dave was watching my
activities. Oh yeah, when Dave moved in he had Virginia plates on his cars.
Others were watching me as well. The entire time Dave lived next to me I was constantly harassed by the police. I lived about 10 miles from work at
the time and it seemed like every night when I got within a mile from home a cop car would follow me to my street. I was pulled over numerous times
and even threatened...they were saying stuff like 'you better use your turn signal' and 'we're gonna get you'. I even had a guy I knew through a
friend at work that said he new a cop that frequented a strip-club he was manager at. He told me this cop was mad at me because I had screwed up his
'operation' and he was going to do whatever he could to screw up mine. I had reasons to be paranoid...
Dave lived next door for three years and moved out in the summer of '09 to live in Florida. A couple months went by and then my roommate says Dave
is coming back to Kentucky for a few days for a wedding and needs to stay with us while he is here that week. It was now October. I freaked out
because I thought he was coming back to 'get' me for my 'shady' activities. It was a little weird while he stayed...I survived, but not after
destroying a few hard drives. The last day he stayed he left his wrist watch in my bathroom for me to find when he left. I instantly thought he left
it to tell me he was “watching me”.
Now the weirdness...
November '09 and two really freaking things happened. Out of the blue I started sleeping flat on my back after 30+ years of sleeping on my side and
one night while sleeping I woke up to the feeling of my brain frying. It's hard to explain/describe other than I was having a brain aneurysm or
electroshock therapy performed on me in my own bed. All I remember is instantly being awake with my upper body sitting up about 45 degrees with the
felling of electricity going through my brain. It lasted about 3-5 seconds before it stopped and I fell back to my pillow. I remember thinking, 'is
that all you have Dave', not caring what had just happened and then falling back to sleep. The next day I had no energy, it was like I hadn't slept
in days or something.
A couple weeks later in mid-November I still felt like I was being watched, especially online. So I conjured up a plan. I was going to create an
email suggesting I was going to carry out a 'terroristic mission' and send it out to my dad and all his friends that we had known for many years.
As I was typing the email I noticed something in my vision. Out of no where an object had faded in. I just sort of froze my body and froze eyes to
figure out if this thing was from my computer screen, out in thin air, or in my freaking left eye because I could only see it with my left eye. It
wasn't an eye floater because I do have one in my left eye I can only see in the shower against the white walls on a bright, sunny day when the sun
shines in the bathroom _ My eye floater is just a dot, but this object was a rounded off vertical rectangle and it almost looked 3-D. It was
almost he same height as the cursor and about 4-5 times as wide. I sat there and watched and it seemed like it was focusing in on the text on my
screen. After it 'adjusted' it started moving side to side like it was scanning the email...it was lined up perfectly with the text. Then it was
gone and the rest of the day I tired to convince myself that I did not have a camera in my eye, because it just wasn't possible...
Later that month on Thanksgiving I finally broke down. After family dinner that night I went home and tried to rid myself of the paranoia and feeling
of being watched. I went to the house breaker box and cut the power to the entire house and then laid in my bed. After a few minutes I turned the
power back on went my computer, picked it up over my head, and threw it to the ground trying to destroy it. The only thing this accomplished was
cutting my finger in the throwing process because the side panel was removed exposing the sharp edges of the case. It was a cut less that an inch on
the inside part of my left index finger, but it bleed quit a bit. So I call up my mom and the first thing I said was 'I cut myself'. Bad mistake.
My mom knew I was stressing at the time at didn't give me a chance to explain that it was an accident. Next thing I know a few police cars and an
ambulance show up.