I wasn't going to talk about this--put this out there--but,
I talked about something happening between Feb. of '07 and May of '08, that was unexplainable.
In Feb. of '07, I started getting messages on my answering machine. One said, "I'm worth fighting for." Another said, "I don't love her, only you." Another, "I messed up." Another, "I love you." The next month, I got about four messages on four different days that said, "YOU."
Caller ID didn't help. They were unknown callers and the messages that said, "YOU" came from credit card company. I wondered if it was "Josh," because I had known him to work for that credit card company. The voices seemed electronically changed, except for the "YOU" messages. Those seemed whispered but loud, if that makes any sense.
I didn't get any messages in April or May but maybe one in June but definately in July ('07). I would have debates with my aunt about whether or not it could be "Josh." The next day, I would get a message that related to our debate or conversation or mild argument. I thought she knew something or she was talking to him---she seemed to protest too much. I didn't know how he could be counted out and she didn't think he could be counted in. The messages weren't clearly audible. Once I said to her, "I wish he would just talk in a normal voice." The next day, I got a message that said, "I will but you have to WAIT." I got one that said, "I'm waiting on her divorce" or something like that. One said, "I thought I would be there by now but I had some trouble."
I went to the police department with my answering machine and they said nothing could be done unless I filed a report and then the phone company could do something. The person would be charged with harrassment. I didn't know why he would be leaving these obscure messages but I thought there was a reason, I thought there was some reason. I didn't want him to be charged with anything, if it was him.
Once I was making banana bread, and I thought he was going to show up at my doorstep, and I said, to myself, out loud, "I wonder if he likes banana bread," and I heard, "Yum." I stopped in my tracks and looked around. I thought, "I'm imagining things."
I told my aunt I wished it wouldn't be him. The next day or so, I got a message that said, "I'm sorry I called." The Caller IDs were not matching the messages. I had a telemarketing company number for some of the calls and I called the telemarketing company. The supervisor said it was near impossible for it to be someone who worked for her because it was an autodialer that dialed the numbers.
Well, I did some checking on something, and I became greatly upset if it were him. I then, started hearing things inside the phone when I'd be talking to people. I thought, somehow, he was listening to my telephone conversations. I know nothing about technology but I thought maybe there was a way for people to "tap" your line. I heard while talking to a friend's daughter, "She's cute." I heard this enough to think, "I'm going to ignore that." I had thought I saw him in a car behind me, on the road. When I got home, a friend called and I had told her about the messages but she hadn't had time to talk, some days before. She wanted to know if I had something to talk about, and I heard, "Tell her. You need to talk." It was enough for me to think, "No, I'm not going to." I was talking to another friend, and I heard, "She's cool. She helped me pick out the ring."
Not too long after, I was having an argument with my aunt, my mom's sister. The aunt I refer to is my mom's sister. We were arguing about whether or not he had cared about me. I heard, "I'm sorry. I always loved you. When you hang up with her, don't hang up the phone." I followed the instructions, and what happened is totally unbelievable.
There was a "conversation." I'm not going to say what was said but there was a conversation and I had explanations for things I had wondered about for years. I had hope.
What I would do from then, makes no sense. I thought if I let the phone disconnect, I could talk to "him." Supposedly, he had insight on how to "hotwire" things, and there was a reason why he wasn't able to talk normally to me.
It got to be that I didn't have to let the phone disconnect to talk to "him." That day that I thought I saw him in a car behind me---that day when I got home, my dog smelled like guy's cologne, and he (and I'm getting tired of putting the quotes around "he"), he said he had gotten a key from my aunt and she knew what was going on. Once I had been on the phone with her and she was talking to someone in her apartment. He said that was him and he was getting a key to get into my house. He said he held my dog. See, I was trying to connect scientific proof---my dog smelled like guy's cologne, I saw, I heard. It was making sense (in my own way).
Somehow, he had put things in my house to where we could converse but his part would be in a voice below a whisper. That was why I had heard, "Yum."
This unconventionality was going to end sometime in October. I was going to see him and we were going to get married. Life was going to good. I didn't have anything whatsoever to worry about.
Well, things became even more bizarre and more unbelievable, and I can't go into it. If I ever get a chance to sit down with Stephen King, I will tell him about those things, but I can't this way. I've just about said enough. When my bank balance started decreasing and no job on the horizon and nothing working out the way it was supposed to, and anxiety because of the stuff I can only discuss with Stephen King, I went to the hospital. And that hospital stay was in no way a relief. I was still hearing things at the hospital---things I have no idea why I was hearing. They prescribed medicine that did nothing but make me a driving hazard and for one last "hoorah" I thought I was still hearing him, but when I attempted to work a job that was going to be impossible for me, I tried to block out everything I was hearing. When I tried to block out everything, what I started hearing became horrific. I couldn't sleep for hearing these horrific things when I put my head on the pillow.
I heard throughout, that people knew what was going on but they couldn't tell me they knew. There was never a way for me to confirm this or anything.
Someone said maybe this was supernatural, in nature. I wondered this and I tried and tried to get in touch with psychics, Sylvia Browne, being one, to no luck. I wanted to know, since October of '07, if I was hearing anyone or anything tangible or if I was crazy. I called the Paranormal societies and one recommended someone who did exorcisms, who is actually an engineer. He had a similar experience. He came to my house and performed a ritual, and after he left, things got quiet.
I started going to a county mental health center and got some different medicine from the psychiatrist that services the center, and one would say maybe it was the medicine that helped.
I think the jury is going to out on what it was that was causing me to "hear things." There are definately messages on my answering machine. I will always remember my dog smelling like guy's cologne. I am not sure why or how anything happened. I started getting the messages in Feb. of '07, and I woke up in late May of this very year.
It is very difficult to take care of your own business affairs when you have all of that going on. I woke up from the nightmare to another nightmare, but, if any good can come from it, it's going to be having this project become a production. I "heard" that the book was going to be published and there was going to be a movie, and I'm trying to make that happen.
And I hope what I have just said doesn't un-do any credibility I might have. I feel I have none, anyway.
Cindy
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