I am middle-aged and until the last three years I had led a prosperous, active, almost blessed life with my husband, John, in a upper middle-class community. We were on the board of the homeowners association along with two other couples. I was not comfortable with these people (they seemed a bit sleazy to me) but John did not feel as I did and over a couple of years we socialized with them on perhaps a half a dozen occasions. John and I drank little (maybe once or twice weekly) and probably over a decade or more smoked marijuana two or three times.
When we had gotten some tickets to a rock concert I then mentioned to John that most likely these persons could get us some pot to enjoy for the concert and would he mind if I got some, which I did. My husband worked out of the home and while he was still at work I sat on the couch, filled a small pipe and just before taking a puff, I saw a shadow figure run across the room. While I tried yet could not convince myself I did not actually see a shadow figure and it was absolutely not a bad omen, I smoked some anyway. That was three years ago and my life has never been the same since.
What we did not know then, and for sometime afterwards, that these two couples are members of organized crime (Mafia perhaps). And, while still unaware of what we were dealing with we had purchased a second property, a condo in the downtown portion of our community, partly as an investment and partly an urban environment for us to enjoy on weekends along with our home in the outskirts of town. We later learned that these couples knew well and intimately the neighbors surrounding our new downtown condo. When we discovered this we thought it was simply a coincidence. In hindsight, I now see how we were led to this purchase.
The renovations having just been completed, John and I were standing at the top of the spiral staircase about to descend to the floor below on an inspection tour of the newly completed work when I got a “knowing”. By that I mean I knew absolutely that something terrible had happened to someone there and it had to do with pornography. I immediately expressed these emphatic feelings I had to my husband. Approximately a month following this the elderly man who lived in the unit next door, the father of one of the HOA board members in the community where our home was located, had mentioned to me that the original owner of our unit was a film producer of pornographic movies and that the condo was utilized for such. I also had been told by an acquaintance that the condominium was used for prostitution as well as pornography enterprises. We later had reason to consider that the entire block where this property was located was within a compound of members of organized crime.
Early on, before we were well-aware of the dangers surrounding the property, my husband and I divorced and the condominium became my fulltime home. Just prior to and following our divorce I began having very graphic visions of the most evil-looking entities. (Note: I had not continued the use of marijuana following the concert). My neighbors had also started utilizing “gas lighting” techniques on me for what I presume were sex industry recruiting tactics. Gas lighting is a known form of psychological abuse utilized to mentally break a person by constant, relentless forms of menacing (i.e., breaking into the home, mailboxes, cars, etc., moving, taking and/or breaking things among other harassments).
Members of organized crime use these tactics to get their victims to capitulate to their will or drive them to suicide or have their victims talk of suicide (one does feel like no longer living due to the extreme stress this inflicts) and then murder them and make it look like a suicide. Law enforcement officials are well-aware of these techniques. Alone, I coped (most of the time, anyway) as these techniques are also designed to isolate their victims. This has been going on for nearly three years during which I have done everything humanly possible to present to law enforcement officials and local civic leaders solid, comprehensive evidence of these peoples activities during which time I have had, and quite possibly still have, reason to believe I may be murdered. Recently, I have been able to sell the unit and move to another location but am not out of the woods yet, so-to-speak.
These criminals are managers of hundreds of student housing units (this is a university town) and given my personal experiences and observations I find these circumstances absolutely unacceptable. Also, remembering well the “knowing” I had when my husband and I first purchased the property that something terrible had happened there and the association with pornography production I sometimes wonder to whom and what; a youth or child perhaps? For these reasons, I could not run. Instead, while it’s personal cost to me has been extreme (perhaps eventually leading to my loss of life) I know I’ve done the right thing. For I believe it was intended that I was there and for me to confront the situation to the best of my abilities the results of which remain to be seen.
Sent in by Lisa Maher, Copyright 2011