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Edited on Fri May-21-04 12:28 PM by teryang
I noticed a black pickup in front of my home across the street. Someone had just gotten in and it drove away rather swiftly. My neighbor called me over, whom I really didn't know that well. She said do you know that there was a man outside the front of your home taking pictures for a while. I said, in a black pick up? She said yes that was him. She described him as a white male in his late 20s or 30s.
I thought maybe it's an insurance underwriter on my new home insurance. Then that person showed up a few weeks later. An older guy in white sedan. I asked did your company take any pictures of my home? He said no, but I'm going to take some today if you don't mind.
He wanted to come inside my home as well (with his camera). He got quite agitated when I flatly told him no. I had to argue with him and get threatening to keep him out. What part of N O don't you understand, etc? I have to make excuses for why I don't want a total stranger with a camera inside my house? He said I showed you my card. I'm done jawboning with you mister, you aren't coming in.
A couple of weeks before the black pu truck episode, I had the distinct impression that someone had been in my office at work while I was gone. My computer was on, when I always, always, turned it off for security reasons. I was the LAN administrator. You needed a password to turn it on. The font size setting was changed to a much larger size. In addition to this there was a new email message from a former high ranking intelligence officer who had been an acquaintence of mine. He did not have my email address and I don't think I had given him my employer's name after a move. I asked him where he had gotten my email and he gave me some sort of technical bs story which I knew was a lie.
As an aside, once he had told me a false story about how he sustained a fresh superficial and rather large bullet wound in his back, a missile track about 16 inches long. The reason I knew he had lied was because a mutual friend told me a different version of how the wound occurred. I said who told you that? He said, J. did. J. still does contract work for the government. He said it involves computer security. Incidentally, J is one of the strongest men I have ever met, even though he's about sixty. He's stronger than some professional athletes I have known.
To people who think this type of thing doesn't go on, when I was in the Army I discovered some evidence which would have invalidated several drug convictions. My office was broken into, the evidence was stolen and an altered document was substituted for it. Needless to say, my client was convicted. I didn't realize that I had been the victim of a black bag job until it was too late. In another case, the Provost Marshall, called me and threatened to have me killed.
I could tell you more stories about strange things I have observed since 2000 but then you'd think I was paranoid, which I am a little.
Most people laugh when they hear them.
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