name: Stalking1970

e-mail: Stalking1970@hotmail.com

date: September 6, 2006

do you want your email listed: yes

can others place your information else where on the web: yes

support group: yes

in the event of your dead or missing in action. do you want your personal account to remain on the mcf site: yes

would you care to be an area contact for other victims: yes

area-contact: Electronic / Psychotronics harassment

location: Massachusetts

My Story...

Until now, I’ve basically kept quite about this. When it
all started in October, 2005, I ran around like a chicken
with his head cut-off, trying to recruit support from
family & friends. I visited the FBI office, twice.

My situation, I’m sure, is similar to others out there: I
lost my apartment, and my job. I’m now living with my
parents; I’m 35 years old. I’ve become secluded, hardly
leaving my house for 6-months.

Three friends I’ve known for 18, 19 and 25-years,
respectively, don’t talk to me, two of them, because
I’m “crazy” the other one, I’m not sure why?
Perhaps “they” went with the pedophile rumor this time? I
haven’t tracked her down yet.

I had three job interviews last week and ALL of them went
extremely well! That is, until.....someone stepped in....

My neighbors stare at me as if I’m a monster. Traffic on
the main road (50 ft. away) is excessively noisy as
expected.....and so on. And so on. And so on.... Just your
typical, out of the “Stalker Handbook” story except for a
few things, which, from what I’ve read, make my case a
little different:

1.) I know who started this and why.
2.) There is a witness who could back that up, but is too
afraid and brainwashed to do so, deciding that it was
easier to leave me here instead.
3.) If I’m a “whistleblower”, I haven’t “blown a whistle
yet......Yet.

What’s my “Crime” you ask?

After pressure from friends at work, I finally joined an
online dating service (Match.com), against my better
judgment. At that time, I had just turned 34 and was ready
to try [again]. I wanted to meet a nice girl - someone I
loved being with and loved me back. I was ready to get
married, “settle-down” and have a children. I wasn’t ready
for this at 30, but I was now.

A month later, I met a nice, beautiful 30-year old woman,
originally from Europe (or, so I thought). She was on
the “same page” in life I was; she wanted to settle down
and be a mother. She had a sexy foreign accent; she loved
cooking (good match for a guy who loves eating), and she
was single! (Again, so I thought).

I wish I remembered Murphy’s Law which goes something
like: “If it seems too good to be true, it probably is...”

I was smart enough to know that beautiful, sexy, 30-year
old blondes with sexy-accents and a love for cooking don’t
exactly grow on trees. A woman like this gets scooped-up
before she’s 25, no matter what country she’s from. So, I
asked her to marry me. She said: “YES!”

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to (pardon the
phrase) “land” such an amazing woman!

In March I took her to New York City for her birthday; we
took a train from Providence. Rhode Island, and spent 2-
nights in a Park Avenue hotel. I took her to Tavern on the
Green for a birthday dinner and had an engraved cake
brought out to her for desert. I spent/charged a fortune
that weekend but, she loved it, and cried when she
said: “it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done” for
her.

By then, I knew this nice person had a horrible life of
abuse and neglect, from childhood to adulthood. People
would say tell her she was “ugly”. (I figured they were
jealous because she was beautiful). Her mother allowed the
step-brother to sexually abuse her, etc. I couldn’t
believe my ears when I heard these countless stories.
Well, no matter. She seemed quite well adjusted now. I
loved her very much and I was DETERMAINED, as her future
husband, to be the first to treat her with the kindness,
love and consideration that she deserved, but never
received.

I was the only person in her tragic life to be supportive
and treat her like an equal. Which, by the way, she loved
and in her words, made her “feel special” and “better to
her than anyone ever has.”

Things were great between us, until mid-May when she
announced she had stomach and liver cancer. I was
devastated. I found this great girl and now this? Why her?
Why me?

She said she was going to spend the summer in Texas,
staying with a friend and receiving her chemotherapy
treatments three times a week. (After her initial
operation Memorial Day weekend).

She DID NOT want me to go to Texas with her. Nor did she
want me visiting, because she’d be weak, frail and didn’t
want me to see her in this condition. I protested, of
course; I loved her and wanted to be there for her during
her time of need. But, she asked me to respect her wish;
this was a “Danish-thing” her culture (Danish/German) and
the people are very tough, and she was afraid of my
reaction if I saw her. She was petrified of me rejecting
her, if I did. She wanted to confront this thing herself,
beat it and then start-fresh.

What could I do? I knew she was “quirky” she had used that
word to describe herself too. Maybe I didn’t understand
it, but if she didn’t want me to go with her; if she
didn’t want me to visit over the summer.....if all I could
do was respect her “stay-away” and remain supportive of
her, until her battle was won then that’s WHAT I WAS GOING
TO DO!

She even told me to date other women while she was away
that summer. I was angry that she even offered this, but I
understood her “devalued” existence growing up quite well,
now. Being the loyal, committed, loving guy I was, there
was NO WAY I would consider such a thing! Nor, did I want
to be with anyone else. For the first time, the idea of
being with the same woman (sexually or otherwise) was
inviting. She was great. She was gorgeous! And, she was
going to fight for her life this summer. What kind of a
man would I be if I was dating women up here, while the
woman I loved and planned to marry was in Texas, fighting
for her life?

This was a golden-opportunity to show her, by example,
that not everyone in her life would let her down. There
would be some people encountered she can depend on. I was
one of them...and proud to be the first.

So, I took her to Cape Cod one weekend. I took her to
Martha’s Vineyard too; anything to take her mind off the
battle ahead. I showered her with “supportive” gifts the
night before her flight to Texas.

That summer I lost 10-pounds. My production at work
dropped. I was worried sick about this woman; her health,
her life. She became distant, even insulting me once or
twice on the phone. But, I knew it was because of what she
was going through, so I never reacted. I was going to be
waiting for her when she returned.

Long story, longer: she “recovered” but remained distant,
even odd after returning. Finally, one day, I had enough
and decided to run an online background-check on her, to
try and find out why this person was acting so odd and
mysterious.

If you guessed by now, I wish I knew you last year: She
was already married; and had been for nearly 10-years!

That’s not the worst of it (here’s where the Gang-Stalking
comes in): she was married to a career criminal; a member
of an organized network. My luck had just changed.....

The Stalking began immediately and the fun hasn’t stopped
since. I was NOT supposed to know she was married on
account of connecting her horror-stories of abuse and
other “clues” observed and discussed over the year.

Talk about a relationship that just keeps on giving!

She was under enormous pressure to stay-away and NOT
reveal anything further (the 1st-rule for organized
crime).

She did feel very guilty for everything, as she should.
For example:

1.) She’s not Danish. She’s American and grew up in
Houston, Texas. Thus, every word out of her mouth was
spoken with a fake accent; very word layered in lies.
2.) She NEVER having cancer that summer; she needed to get-
away for a few months (for reasons, I won’t discuss).

Sure, why be honest now and end a “relationship” like an
adult, especially when an innocent life was at risk like
mine. Faking cancer: there’s an option I never considered.

For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen such despair or heard
such horror from another human being. Even before I knew
the “truth” I thought of her as a sort-of “modern-day
Cinderella:” a beautiful, smart, promising young woman;
tricked into marriage, plagued with sadness, surrounded by
wicked people with selfish intent; interested in
themselves and maintaining the status-quo.

That’s the problem....

See, because I was the only one I her life to treat her
with respect (including her cruel family), the 12-months
of equality, loyalty and respect from me was not enough to
undo 30-years of prior abandonment, deception, betrayal,
and cruelty. If there was a glass-slipper in this
Cinderella-story, it was shattered...

So, one day in February, after discussing our “situation”
with her wicked mother, she said: “I discussed this with
my mother and it’s time to start thinking about my future
now, not yours.”

Pearls of wisdom and motherly-advice from a life-long
demoralizer to an attention-starved daughter. The message:
Don’t value yourself too much; maintain the status-quo,
remain in harms way; don’t value those who love you and
treat you well. (See: brainwashing, coercive-persuasion;
Battered Woman’s syndrome and Stockholm syndrome, to
understand this girl’s life better). So, she betrayed me
and walked away; too afraid to speak out on my behalf;
feeling close to her mother after their talk, which is
something she always wanted.

After that the stalking discrediting, blacklisting, etc.,
kicked into high gear. My future sealed.

Let me say it again, for the record: I am NOT a pedophile.
I am NOT a drug-dealer. I am NOT mentally ill. I am NOT a
criminal in anyway; yet, at times, it seems I’m treated
like one.

What I’m guilty of is 1.) being naïve; taking someone at
their word, and not questioning it. 2.) Being loyal,
respectful and trusting of a person who, didn’t know what
these concepts were, hence never reinforced in her.
Hindsight is painful.

As God as my witness, the above story is true.

I know this was long. Thank for listening,

-The Town Monster
(Needham, MA)