how the gangstalking began

It began in the year 2000, I believe.  I was living in a C-shaped apartment building at 4th Ave, in  New Westminster, B.C.

The caretakers of this apartment building were John and Monica, immigrants from Romania.
Almost all of the people living in this apartment building were from Romania, but there was an Asian couple and some Philipinos and some white Canadians and a Native woman and a Middle East guy, also.
I, myself am originally from Germany.

I moved into the apartment in 1999 and moved out in the End of 2002. For four years I was living there in a bachelor apartment, overlooking 4th Ave.

At first the people were friendly with me. Especially the caretaker woman, Monica, seemed interested in me and talked to me a lot in the staircase when she saw me.  I also met the mother of John, who lives in Germany and can speak German also.  From her I learned, that John and Monica had been living together in Germany for 2 years, but John was only 11 years old when he came with his parents to Germany.
This is why he speaks German without an accent and he is visiting his mother in Germany every year for the duration of 3 months. His mother then comes to Canada for 3 months, also every year. So they stay in close contact, always.  They also have a daughter, who was 13 at the time I moved out.

During the time I lived in this apartment, there were always huge parties in the C-shaped courtyard right underneath my window.  When the parties got more frequent during the hot summer nights, I started to complain to the caretakers.  They did not do anything about it.  At one point they rented the apartment below me to a single older Romanian guy, a chain smoker.  He attracted a lot of friends and had 2 of them live with him in the bachelor apartment for a few months.  He moved a sofa outside his place right underneath my balcony and all his friends chain smoked there.  I began to show symptoms of smokers-cough.
I complained some more.

Nothing worked out. I was told the huge crowd of Romanians from all over the lower mainland, who flocked to the courtyard on week ends, were there "because we have a game", as Monica told me.
I believe this game was GANGSTALKING.

I tried to get some normal life and some sleep at night and told the caretaker that the law states that it has to be quiet after 11.00 at night.  Reluctantly he adhered to that.  - This was when it began.
I had a small flea problem at that time, and was getting very good results by boiling my laundry, so everything living in my clothes would be dead.  The people in the building saw me carrying the hot laundry to the washing machine.
They started to listen on my door, then bugged my telephone which I found out when I heard an amplified ticking of my clock in my receiver.  Later they put a camera in my smoke detector and from that point on they did not ask me questions whether I was going to work of shopping anymore when they saw me in the elevator.
The best friend of John worked for a well known Pest Control company.  He and John saw me in the elevator and asked "going to work" and I said "yes" and the friend said "This is our chance" to John  in Romanian, which I don't understand, but I understood the word chance and I saw the glance.

At night, when I came home, my apartment smelled beautiful, like fresh air with flowers, but something was wrong. Somebody had been in there, and there was strange brown stuff smeared in the corners of the sink and in the bathroom and under my computer table.

A day later the fresh-spray Febreeze had worn off and the apartment stank of pesticide. They had sprayed everything. Ok, I thought, that should take care of the flea problem now.

But they did not stop and have not stopped to this day, 10 years later.
The fleas received a million times overkill.  Nothing could survive the massive onslaught of pesticide.
They turned the people of the house against me and everybody was wearing Naphtalin like a perfume
The caretaker daughter whispered to the other kids at the elevator that I had fleas.

When I did laundry, from then on every time someone put a cup of poison in my last rinse cycle.

If I was present, I was being distracted or called outside for a minute and then it had happened again.  This poison was so strong that I could not sleep in the sheets because my body started vibrating and I woke up when my whole body started to shake violently.
I had the feeling my heart would stop.

I took my stuff and went to the laundromat.  Then the laundry was poisoned there, too.  After I caught Monica with a thin plastic bottle squeezing pesticide into the fabric part of my Nike running shoes, I told her I will be moving out.

I was furious. To my friend I said on the telephone "and I am not going to pay the rent, for the next month, either". 

In the evening I heard Monica alerting the neighbours.  I was put on the list.  She went from one to the other and distributed poison devices and instructions on how to hunt me.

When I came the next day to pay the rent, Monica said "I don't have time now. I said: "but don't you want it?"
And she said "ok come down to the basement office, I have the receipt there."  I went downstairs in front of her and she came 3 minutes later. She launched into an elaborate tale of a friend of hers in Germany and all the time I was thinking, "This is so fake, why is she doing this?" and trying to get away. But she did not let me.

Finally she came to an end and I went to my apartment. On the way there, I heard some people running away fast while giggling, and I heard my door fall into the lock, the way it did after John had fixed it the day before because, he said, this is the law and all doors have to fall into the lock by themselves according to fire code.

How could it fall into the lock if I closed it behind me?  When I entered, I saw it right away. My whole apartment had been sprayed again.  Everything, my bed, my nightshirt, my cutlery, my freshly washed clothes, my books, my computer.

From that time on it happened at every opportunity and my life began to be hell.  They started to put poison into my food, white poison into my salt, poison into my ketchup, mustard, marmelade, milk, bread, vegetables, into the drink bottles. They put poison on to the walls of my bathtub, into my toothpaste, my soap, shampoo and my dental floss.

They put long lasting poison into my shoes. They sprayed all my clothes in the closet totally wet with poison.
They sprayed between the leaves of my books.  They poisoned my car, and when I held the steering wheel for a while the pain of the poison on my hands shot up to the elbows and I could not handle it anymore.

During the night I woke up from a horrible nightmare of being drowned in a lily pond with 2 huge bullfrogs holding my legs down when I wanted to get up and take a breath, I struggled and struggled and then I could not win and drowned in darkness. When I came out of the coma, I heard my door fall into the lock again. I knew it was not a nightmare.

The next morning I found the blue spot imprints of fingers on my arms and legs and some very small red spots of injection marks.  I could not believe it. I thought there must be another explanation.

I had more nightmares. At one time I woke up from a dream of being in a cave in a sand hill and it collapsed on top of me and I could not breathe and could not move and also, when I became concious  again, I heard my door fall into the lock, no doubt, and the key turn from the outside.

Two days before I had installed a new lock, and I had not given the key to the caretakers...At that time I did not know about the method to insert a master key and hit it with the back of a heavy spoon and turn it while it is shaking...the preferred method of breaking and entering without leaving traces.  After the perpetrator is in, he can find the second key on the key board or treasure chest and copy it in peace, while the people are at work.

Every time my daughter phoned me to come over, the phone call was listened to, the time when I was away was used to do another devilish thing. One time I got so stressed out that I had a car accident.  It was a serious accident, because at that point I was stressed to the limit because my daughter did not want to believe this is happening to me, and I started driving without seatbelt on and began taking risks while driving.

I think, in a normal condition, this accident could have been avoided by me. It was a horrible accident, where I was hit at the front quarter, almost T-boned, by a Volvo with high speed, coming off the highway.  My car was totalled and I flew from one side to the other with my knees over the shift stick, and then into the windshield, which got a huge bulge from my head, but held up.

I got away with bruises on my face, 2 black eyes, and one knee with stretched ligaments, that's all.  No concussion.  Had I worn the seatbelt, maybe I would have broken my neck.

Prior to this, almost at the same location, a huge field stone the size of a large grape fruit,  flew off the bridge and hit my mirror.  My knees were shaking after that, but I did not swerve inside the tunnel. 

After this and the accident, I knew for sure, God did not want me to die, because He had protected me twice.  I am not a religious person, but now I had no other explanation as to why I was saved. After that I never drove reckless again and I tried to preserve my life and do everything in my power to stay healthy.
I started by quitting to drink any alcohol at all. 

Shortly after that I moved out, to an apartment in Burnaby.  At first, everything looked fine, it was a nice apartment, one bedroom, hardwood floors, a small building, only 12 apartments, washing machine on the ground floor, Philipinos and Chinese living there, some white people, one a police man, son of the owner.
I was on the third floor, with the landing of the fire escape under my kitchen window.


To be continued....

Gangstalked in Vancouver - First Blog

Well - isn't that something, I am writing a blog now. - Where shall I start?  I have a lot I want to tell, and hope that maybe somebody can relate and even help me.

As you can see from the headline, I am being gangstalked.  It started a very long time ago and has increased tremendously over the years.  It is not easy to relate a story like this in a way that people believe it.

Most people have never heard of a thing like gangstalking.  Even I have not heard of it, until I found this place in the community with a computer I can use, that is in a fairly, just fairly safe environment, because there are other people around at all times. That gave me the chance to browse the internet, and, would you believe it, I came across a website called  "Psychological (Terror) Harassment Gangstalking".

This website is listing in accurate detail exactly the things that are happening to me on a daily basis.

The first time I read it, I thought, oh, look, it happens to other people too, what a nice help site, I can't believe other people go through the same thing!

The second time I thought, wow, exactly 100% to a "T" the same thing I am experiencing, the part with the pushing up poison from behind...wow! - and I read it again...

And it hit me: This is a manual!  A "How to" for the gangstalkers out there.

Now you can read it. 

I will blog again.