Post by rebeccabrewer on May 17, 2017 23:53:23 GMT
After a number of scary electronic harassment events, losing my job, smashing all of my devices and discovering a crimestoppers tracking device in my minivan, I decided to Grab some clothing and my dog and leave Topeka Kansas For the safety of my parents' house. I moved out the day I turned 18 and I had never been back except to visit. I'm 35 now. I was so scared that I was willing to drive 14 hours to hide out in their basement for weeks- maybe forever.
Eventually I mustered the nerve to recruit my sister to join me for a trip to my home in Topeka with the goal of packing my belongings and pulling up my roots in Topeka. She -along with everyone else in my world- was skeptical of my stories and pretty much thought I had lost my mind and succumbed to paranoia and was nothing but delusional...until she was attacked too.
We had stayed up all night, talking, catching up, and at about 5:30 in the morning we had a piece of paper and had been writing down a pros and cons list titled 'moving away from Topeka' - she had convinced me that it wasn't so scary here after all...
Our conversation shifted again to religion; she has faith, which she questions. I am a geologist and detest religion. I was probably arguing my side of the centuries old rhetoric when:
Suddenly her phone, which was sitting untouched between us on the couch, charging, lit up by itself and on the screen was about 6 lines of text on an otherwise black screen. This 6 lines of text contained bits and pieces of a conversation that we had had 18 hours prior while driving from Wyoming. It was garbled, mostly not English except for the words "Satan" "demons" and maybe "evil" tossed in the gibberish. My sister asked "are you seeing this?!?" To which I could only nod...
Then a voice emitted from the device and in a motherly-like tone a male voice said "NOW, NOW" with inflection that could only be described as a chiding warning. similar to "tsk tsk". Then the messsge disappeared and the phone silenced itself again.
My sister recoiled, then retreated into herself. I sat patiently and let her come to grips in her own time, wondering honestly, if she was going to be able to handle the attack or if she had just been pushed over the edge of sanity into the realm of craziness and terror. She sat with her head in her hands, knees pulled to her chest, rocking herself on the couch for about twenty minutes before she was able to form any words or let herself back into the harsh reality of my living room.
We sat together in silence, too terrified to speak until the sun came up.
I was horrified, but also relieved to have been finally validated by this experience. I finally had someone who understood that everything that I had been saying actually had TRUTH behind it.
She didn't think I was crazy anymore.
She ripped up that pros and cons list and even though I offered to just leave everything and never come back, she insisted on staying and helping me to pack my belongings and put everything in storage before we high-tailed it out of that hell-hole.
Eventually I mustered the nerve to recruit my sister to join me for a trip to my home in Topeka with the goal of packing my belongings and pulling up my roots in Topeka. She -along with everyone else in my world- was skeptical of my stories and pretty much thought I had lost my mind and succumbed to paranoia and was nothing but delusional...until she was attacked too.
We had stayed up all night, talking, catching up, and at about 5:30 in the morning we had a piece of paper and had been writing down a pros and cons list titled 'moving away from Topeka' - she had convinced me that it wasn't so scary here after all...
Our conversation shifted again to religion; she has faith, which she questions. I am a geologist and detest religion. I was probably arguing my side of the centuries old rhetoric when:
Suddenly her phone, which was sitting untouched between us on the couch, charging, lit up by itself and on the screen was about 6 lines of text on an otherwise black screen. This 6 lines of text contained bits and pieces of a conversation that we had had 18 hours prior while driving from Wyoming. It was garbled, mostly not English except for the words "Satan" "demons" and maybe "evil" tossed in the gibberish. My sister asked "are you seeing this?!?" To which I could only nod...
Then a voice emitted from the device and in a motherly-like tone a male voice said "NOW, NOW" with inflection that could only be described as a chiding warning. similar to "tsk tsk". Then the messsge disappeared and the phone silenced itself again.
My sister recoiled, then retreated into herself. I sat patiently and let her come to grips in her own time, wondering honestly, if she was going to be able to handle the attack or if she had just been pushed over the edge of sanity into the realm of craziness and terror. She sat with her head in her hands, knees pulled to her chest, rocking herself on the couch for about twenty minutes before she was able to form any words or let herself back into the harsh reality of my living room.
We sat together in silence, too terrified to speak until the sun came up.
I was horrified, but also relieved to have been finally validated by this experience. I finally had someone who understood that everything that I had been saying actually had TRUTH behind it.
She didn't think I was crazy anymore.
She ripped up that pros and cons list and even though I offered to just leave everything and never come back, she insisted on staying and helping me to pack my belongings and put everything in storage before we high-tailed it out of that hell-hole.