When my gang stalking began, I thought it was going to be for a short while. That short while has lasted 4 years, and it doesn’t seem as if it’s ever going to stop.
Four years ago, I thought it was harassment by a single person. How wrong I was! I had a problem with a neighbor of mine and I thought the two were somehow connected.
So I thought if I moved, my harassment would stop. I moved to Arizona to live with my sister. The first 19 days of the stay with my sister were great. No one harassed me, I slept well, and no one bothered me when I went out. On the 20th day, the harassment began again. I thought for sure it was obviously my earlier neighbors who were after me. How naïve I was! The harassment grew worse the longer I stayed with my sister.
After a while, I began to see that things with my sister were not on the up and up. I noticed that she always wanted to know where I was going, not because she cared, but because she was spying on me. I know the difference between someone caring about me, and someone who is out to do no good.
So I was very careful about what I told my sister. I no longer trusted her and would divulge every little information about what I was doing and going.
When I wouldn’t tell my sister where I was going, she got annoyed. So I knew I was right not to trust her.
Clothes I had hanging in the closet began to disappear, my handbag got torn, food I bought for myself disappeared, she turned her dog against me, she imitated my style of dressing, continually said nasty things to me, etc. She seemed to really hate me.
I stay put. I had to save money to be able to move, so I put up with her abuse. One time, when I told her I thought she was part of the harassment, she threatened to beat me up. I responded in kind and told her that if she touched me, I’d have her arrested.
She also seemed to know what was really happening. She’d make remarks about things that were done to me. And she was always asking me if something done to me bothered me. At the time, I didn’t understand anything.
But the more I stayed with her, the more I found out what was going on.
Every time we would go out together, she’d disappear. And immediately I’d start getting zapped. It took me a while to realize she was doing the zapping to me when we went out. Others were also doing it, but so was she.
My stay at her house came to a showdown. I out-and-out accused her of being a bitch. She told me to get out of her house. I gladly did. I ended up getting a room at a roach motel. And the harassment continued. Now I knew that something strange was really going on.
My harassment began in my former apartment, it continued at my sister’s house, the streets, the bus, everywhere I went. But still, I had an open mind, maybe the former neighbors paid all the people to harass me? But where would someone get that kind of money? Certainly not from my former neighbors. They weren’t rich.
So I kept moving and moving. And everywhere I went, the harassment continued. What in the world was going on? I decided I was going to find out. I read books and books on stalking. Nothing really fit my situation.
Then I went to Google and typed in stalking. What I got back was amazing. There was something about gang stalking, so I read about it. It directed me to a site called “Gangstalking Word.WordPress.com.” Bingo, the man was writing about the terrible experience he was going through with people harassing him everywhere he went. Everything he wrote sounded as if it was coming from my mouth. So now I knew the name of the harassment. I read everything I could find on the subject, and I couldn’t believe how many people were going through the same thing!
So here I am, 4 years later, an expert on the subject of gang stalking. Well, I can’t really call myself “an expert.” I still have a lot of questions I haven’t been able to get answers to. But I know a hell lot more than 4 years ago.
I do know that what I’m going through is not going to end any time soon. That it will probably be with me for the rest of my life…the hell continues.
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