Hi There! And A Happy Halloween "Ghost" Story

So I stumbled upon this site this morning when I was looking up how to tell if the FBI is watching you. Here's my spooky Halloween story which I'm glad to put out there everywhere. Just in case something happens to me......

I have sent in several tips to the FBI because of this:

My first son was born on 9/11. I was fifteen when I became pregnant with him. That is a crime in this state. It was never prosecuted.

My 2nd son was born on Mother's Day. That was pretty cool all by itself but what made it more special was I was baptized when I was 12 on Mother's Day and at 21 on Mother's Day my son was born. That's 9 years later on 5/9/99! Cool stuff.

I didn't even think about it. I have mild cerebral palsy and I have a lot of memory problems. I didn't even think about putting things together when my son came home on his birthday crying from school about 9/11. They stole his birthday! That wasn't nice. I didn't think about the FBI watching when my brother's employee mass murdered at his high school (columbine). I didn't think much about Bin Laden having porn addictions when the reason I left my 2nd son's father was because he had porn addictions (child pornography). Today is the anniversary of our marriage so you know. We are divorced, of course. I did freak out a little with the theater shooting in Denver. That was the first day my 9/11 son went to work for my brother out there. I went through my sn's call logs to make sure there were no cars sent that way to there.

About a year and a half ago I tipped the FBI on a few different things. Interestingly enough, the response I got was a lot more people around me started doing bad things. It was almost like they were begging, are you going to tip about me too?!? I don't anymore. It seems like a waste of time and all I notice is more criminal acts. I also noticed a lot of how law enforcement doesn't really DO anything so I gave up.

All that isn't my creepy "ghost" story. This is:

This summer I went to the beach with my son. I was waiting for the bus at the store. A man sat down next to me and started talking about how he used to be in the air force. He said he had just failed his test. He was someone who used to talk to my current husband that I haven't seen in five years. They would chat and he would ignore me. He talked at me while we waited about how he couldn't fly anymore.

Every since I thought the FBI might be watching my phone I "talk" to it. I type things into my notebook about things happening around me, how I feel, what I am thinking. I do the same thing with my email. I wondered if sometimes someone was reading it. So that day, I typed something like: this guy can't be real. Is he FBI or something? I think this guy is a liar (sometimes I type something nasty, if I think they are being mean. Like f*** you. Leave me alone. But mostly if I am getting that mean big brother feel from powers that be).

When we got on the bus he asked me where i was going and when I told him my son and I were going to the beach he asked me which one. He seemed displeased by my choice. I picked a small secluded beach. When my son and I got there we settled in and along came a bomber, flying slow and low. My son took a picture of it. It came right to our beach where we were, turned towards the water and flew back the way it came.

I take that as a yes, they be a-watching me.

I'm really not terribly bothered by it most the time. That the FBI might be watching. I'm not a big fan of death and I seem attached to unusual world events. Even Tahir Square. For years there was a man I would chat with in Yahoo Chat Rooms. His handle was Tahir Shiekh or something. So Tahir Square being the center of Egypt was rather interesting to me. Sometimes it feels like the world bends around me. Maybe that's just perception because life has been extraordinarily hard for this girl.

Occasionally I get pissed off about "presence". I like privacy and I am very peaceful, hard working and simple lady.

I baptized Mormon a few years ago. On the day I baptized the local lottery numbers came up my boys' birthdays: 9911.

All of these events are verifiable.

I gave up feeling anything of it was God. That makes me sad. My boys are very special to me. I don't need God Signs to see that. I certainly don't need my Mother's Day boy "Dome of the Rocked" by 9/11.

I probably won't read any responses to my post. I don't like to read what people have to say. How would I even know you were real and not some nasty FBI dude? I ignore people the best I can and try and live but I don't know what any of that means. Just it's scary and harsh and sad.

Happy anniversary to me! And Happy Halloween to you!

Take care. You be watched.

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Welcome to ATS. It can be fun here.

Take care. You be watched.

I be watching back.

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Welcome to ATS timidlady and have a flag on me.


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Regards, your friend who definitely isn't spying on you for the FBI.

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Welcome and I hope you stick around and interact more. You may find that you like it here.

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We're being watched all right, but it's by WHAT that will stun you.

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