Post by johnc on Jul 27, 2022 16:04:27 GMT
Just over a month ago, I made a post talking about how I was being monitored because of my research. Quite a few things have happened since then, and I finally have time to write more about what happened. I'll pick up where I left off.
After I made my initial post, I started to get extremely paranoid. I didn't feel safe in my own home anymore, which is a truly terrible feeling. Over the next two weeks, I fell into a nervous spiral. I'd get extremely nervous when something wasn't in the exact place I thought I left it because I had no idea whether the object moving had something to do with what is happening to me or not. I made sure to pay close attention to the new window I installed, and as far as I know, it hasn’t been tampered with.
For the next week or so, I continued to notice small changes in the way my house is organized. The things I noticed then were different from what I noticed prior to making the post. Originally, it looked as if someone had searched my house and hastily put everything back, but that quickly shifted to weird, almost nonsensical changes. For example, I have three decorative portraits of fruit in my kitchen. They’ve been up for as long as I’ve been living in the house, and on multiple occasions when I came back from work, they were in a different order. I’d always put them back to normal, and a few days later, they’d move again. To make matters worse, I had no idea how whoever was surveilling me was getting into my house. I continued to do the hair-in-the-door thing I explained in my previous post all throughout the week, and I never saw them out of place. Of course, I began to assume that whoever was monitoring me caught on and started replacing the hair. This made me incredibly nervous because I’d been routinely checking all my doors and windows for signs of modification, but I never found anything. I knew that I’d be pretty much screwed if any more of my door or window locks were disabled because I don’t currently have the money to replace them with something more durable. The stress of these two situations made me so paranoid that it became hard for me to think straight.
Now that I’m in a better position to think, I’ve developed a theory as to why the changes made to my house are so weird and nonsensical. Before I made my initial post about being monitored, when the situation was just starting, my house was being entered and searched exclusively to find information / monitor me. When I made my post about what was happening to me, I think whoever was monitoring me saw the post too. I’m not particularly surprised by this because I have reason to believe that the person / people behind the break-ins frequent this forum (posts about my brother seeing a dogman mysteriously vanish over several months). Once whoever is behind the break-ins knew that I was aware of them, they shifted their objective from monitoring to intimidation. I almost feel like the whole situation is just one big veiled threat at this point. I know that someone is coming into my house and searching it, and whoever it is wants to make it known that they’re more powerful than me and I can’t do anything to stop them. To do this, they constantly remind me that they are present by moving various objects around the house. I have no doubt that I’m still being closely monitored, but I now think that whoever is doing this is trying to scare me as much as possible. This confuses me because I have no idea what they’re trying to intimidate me into. I think it’s most likely that they want me to stop posting about what happened to my brother and how I'm being monitored, so I’m openly defying them and doing it anyway.
Anyway, a few more days passed without much happening until I came home from work one day and saw that both of the bookshelves in my bedroom had been toppled. All of my stuff was absolutely everywhere, and pretty much everything in the bookshelves' path, including my bed, were destroyed. This drove me to my breaking point, and for lack of a better term, I completely lost it. I don’t really remember the fine details of what happened that night, but I know that I got my camping supplies from the basement and drove out to The Golden Road in Northern Maine. I didn’t bring any phones or devices because I was worried that they could be used to track me. The golden road is a very long logging road, and I remember going on a canoeing trip with my summer camp there several years ago. Perhaps that’s why I chose to go there. I wasn’t right in the head that night, and decided to drive out to the most remote place I knew of. Looking back, I have no clue what my plan was that night apart from “Get the hell away from the house”.
The drive was about five hours long, and I reached the Golden Road at around 11:00 PM. From there, I drove until I reached a bridge. I’m not entirely sure which bridge it was, but I pulled over, got my backpack from the trunk and went out into the woods off to the side of the bridge, completely abandoning my car in the process. Obviously, I don’t last long out there with my crazed state of mind and lack of a trail. I wandered aimlessly for a few hours. It was pretty much pitch black, and I didn’t want to use my flashlight because I was worried that it would make me more visible. I tripped constantly and got pretty banged up in the process. I eventually collapsed on the side of a river at what I think was around 4 AM because I remember that the sun was just beginning to come up. Thank god, a forest ranger found me.
I ended up having to be hospitalized for three days, and during that time, I talked to a ton of people (family included) who helped calm me down. I tried to avoid talking about dogmen so that I didn't seem even more crazy, but I definitely babbled about the government shortly after I came to. I have a long history of panic attacks, so that definitely helped the situation seem more normal to my family. Both the doctors and my family now think that I had a really bad panic attack because I didn’t have enough money to pay my taxes and was worried that the government would come and arrest me. That’s obviously not accurate, but I’m not correcting them.
I just got back from the hospital a few hours ago and am in a far better place mentally. So far, nothing in my house is out of the ordinary apart from my destroyed bedroom. I spent that time cleaning up the mess in my room and finally have time to write this update.
I’m still terrified, but I’m not going to let another breakdown happen. That’s what they want, so I won’t let it happen. I’m going to do my best to stay calm while still being as cautious and observant as possible. Since I’ve essentially been having something of a slow meltdown for the past month and a half, I didn’t think to take any pictures. Next time something happens, I’ll be sure to take photos.
I've read a few things on this forum along with some other sites about theories some sort of government branch that deals with dogmen. Does anyone know where I can find more information about this and / or information about how the government deals with civilians who have somehow stumbled upon secret projects and information? That would be really helpful to me.
Any advice / your thoughts on the situation would be greatly appreciated.
After I made my initial post, I started to get extremely paranoid. I didn't feel safe in my own home anymore, which is a truly terrible feeling. Over the next two weeks, I fell into a nervous spiral. I'd get extremely nervous when something wasn't in the exact place I thought I left it because I had no idea whether the object moving had something to do with what is happening to me or not. I made sure to pay close attention to the new window I installed, and as far as I know, it hasn’t been tampered with.
For the next week or so, I continued to notice small changes in the way my house is organized. The things I noticed then were different from what I noticed prior to making the post. Originally, it looked as if someone had searched my house and hastily put everything back, but that quickly shifted to weird, almost nonsensical changes. For example, I have three decorative portraits of fruit in my kitchen. They’ve been up for as long as I’ve been living in the house, and on multiple occasions when I came back from work, they were in a different order. I’d always put them back to normal, and a few days later, they’d move again. To make matters worse, I had no idea how whoever was surveilling me was getting into my house. I continued to do the hair-in-the-door thing I explained in my previous post all throughout the week, and I never saw them out of place. Of course, I began to assume that whoever was monitoring me caught on and started replacing the hair. This made me incredibly nervous because I’d been routinely checking all my doors and windows for signs of modification, but I never found anything. I knew that I’d be pretty much screwed if any more of my door or window locks were disabled because I don’t currently have the money to replace them with something more durable. The stress of these two situations made me so paranoid that it became hard for me to think straight.
Now that I’m in a better position to think, I’ve developed a theory as to why the changes made to my house are so weird and nonsensical. Before I made my initial post about being monitored, when the situation was just starting, my house was being entered and searched exclusively to find information / monitor me. When I made my post about what was happening to me, I think whoever was monitoring me saw the post too. I’m not particularly surprised by this because I have reason to believe that the person / people behind the break-ins frequent this forum (posts about my brother seeing a dogman mysteriously vanish over several months). Once whoever is behind the break-ins knew that I was aware of them, they shifted their objective from monitoring to intimidation. I almost feel like the whole situation is just one big veiled threat at this point. I know that someone is coming into my house and searching it, and whoever it is wants to make it known that they’re more powerful than me and I can’t do anything to stop them. To do this, they constantly remind me that they are present by moving various objects around the house. I have no doubt that I’m still being closely monitored, but I now think that whoever is doing this is trying to scare me as much as possible. This confuses me because I have no idea what they’re trying to intimidate me into. I think it’s most likely that they want me to stop posting about what happened to my brother and how I'm being monitored, so I’m openly defying them and doing it anyway.
Anyway, a few more days passed without much happening until I came home from work one day and saw that both of the bookshelves in my bedroom had been toppled. All of my stuff was absolutely everywhere, and pretty much everything in the bookshelves' path, including my bed, were destroyed. This drove me to my breaking point, and for lack of a better term, I completely lost it. I don’t really remember the fine details of what happened that night, but I know that I got my camping supplies from the basement and drove out to The Golden Road in Northern Maine. I didn’t bring any phones or devices because I was worried that they could be used to track me. The golden road is a very long logging road, and I remember going on a canoeing trip with my summer camp there several years ago. Perhaps that’s why I chose to go there. I wasn’t right in the head that night, and decided to drive out to the most remote place I knew of. Looking back, I have no clue what my plan was that night apart from “Get the hell away from the house”.
The drive was about five hours long, and I reached the Golden Road at around 11:00 PM. From there, I drove until I reached a bridge. I’m not entirely sure which bridge it was, but I pulled over, got my backpack from the trunk and went out into the woods off to the side of the bridge, completely abandoning my car in the process. Obviously, I don’t last long out there with my crazed state of mind and lack of a trail. I wandered aimlessly for a few hours. It was pretty much pitch black, and I didn’t want to use my flashlight because I was worried that it would make me more visible. I tripped constantly and got pretty banged up in the process. I eventually collapsed on the side of a river at what I think was around 4 AM because I remember that the sun was just beginning to come up. Thank god, a forest ranger found me.
I ended up having to be hospitalized for three days, and during that time, I talked to a ton of people (family included) who helped calm me down. I tried to avoid talking about dogmen so that I didn't seem even more crazy, but I definitely babbled about the government shortly after I came to. I have a long history of panic attacks, so that definitely helped the situation seem more normal to my family. Both the doctors and my family now think that I had a really bad panic attack because I didn’t have enough money to pay my taxes and was worried that the government would come and arrest me. That’s obviously not accurate, but I’m not correcting them.
I just got back from the hospital a few hours ago and am in a far better place mentally. So far, nothing in my house is out of the ordinary apart from my destroyed bedroom. I spent that time cleaning up the mess in my room and finally have time to write this update.
I’m still terrified, but I’m not going to let another breakdown happen. That’s what they want, so I won’t let it happen. I’m going to do my best to stay calm while still being as cautious and observant as possible. Since I’ve essentially been having something of a slow meltdown for the past month and a half, I didn’t think to take any pictures. Next time something happens, I’ll be sure to take photos.
I've read a few things on this forum along with some other sites about theories some sort of government branch that deals with dogmen. Does anyone know where I can find more information about this and / or information about how the government deals with civilians who have somehow stumbled upon secret projects and information? That would be really helpful to me.
Any advice / your thoughts on the situation would be greatly appreciated.