From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 08:11:05 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Summary: Some more about what has happened over the years...
Keywords: aliens,invasion,stollman


This all started back in 1981, when I was attending school at Tallahassee
Community College...I had just come back from my sister's wedding in New
York when wierd things started happening...I started getting phone calls
from people asking for the same person over and over, which continued even
though I told them I wasn't her...At one point, I called the operator to
complain, and get this now...She says, "Well, can't you remember who that
is?"..."Come on, give it a try!"...That was the first indication that
something was screwy in Denmark...Then, I had my mom ship my records and
stereo to me from LA..The UPS delivered one package, but one was
missing...I called my mom, and I instantly knew something was amiss...Her
voice sounded labored and extremely worried, and it sounded like somone
was standing there while she was talking, watching her or something...She
told me that the other package had been delievered downstairs to another
apartment, and to go down and ask them for it...I went downstairs, and
this wierd looking Hindu guy answered the door...I peeked in, and the
place looked like some kind of Bordello...He was nice about it though, and
handed me my package...

When I went back upstairs and called my mom, she seemed to be overly
relieved that I had gotten the package ok...I sensed tenseness in her
voice, but didn't know what it could be from...I forgot something
important...I am tired and it is late, so I am not gonna rewrite
this...Before I went downstairs, my mom told me to call UPS and see if
they had the package...They don't list a local number in information for
UPS in Tally, but the information operator gave me the 800 number for the
office in Jacksonville...After he read off the number he says REAL LOUD,
"And that's a TOLL FREE number!!"...He made it sound like he KNEW all
about the fact that the previous time I had been in Tallahassee, the first
time, I moved into an apartment which had a phone already installed in it,
which somebody had hooked up illegally...I used the phone then to call all
over the country, cause it wasn't showing up on my bill...Then, one night,
the operator caught me, and I hung up quickly...I didn't ever use the
phone again, but later on, after I left Tally, the phone company there
called all over the country to try to find me to make me pay for the
charges...They called my whole family and everybody I had called during
that time...It turned out ok, cause my sister in New York convinced them
that I wasn't responsible, and they dragged the guy who was into
court...But when this smart-alak information operator said that to me, in
a tone of voice that made me suspicious of everything that had been
happening, I knew I was playing with fire!! 

Then, my dad called me one night just before I entered classes at TCC, and
said one of the wierdest things I had ever heard...He asked me if I
remembered the time when we had stayed at some hotel with fancy marble
staircases and crystal chandaleirs...I didn't know what the FUCK he was
talking about!!  I told him we had never been to any such place in our
lives, and asked him what the hell was going on...Then his voice went REAL
low, and he told me that it was ok, and not to worry about it...But I WAS
worried, VERY worried!!  Some kind of serious bullshit was going on with
my parents and the phones, and I didn't know what to think or do...

I got mad and decided to have it out with the phone company and find out
what the hell was going on...I went over to their office, and sat down at
some phone company "representative's" desk...She was REAL nice at first,
and told me she would find out what was happening...She called a number
downtown, and started speaking to someone...She was right in the middle of
the conversation, when suddenly, she looked right at me and shouted, "Do
you know Carol Lewis!!??"...I was startled and told her no...Then she
practically screamed at me, "Do you know where she IS, Gary!!??"...I said,
fearfully, "Well, she's not THERE!!"...Then she hung up the phone, became
SWEET as a lamb, and said, "All right, Mr. Stollman.  We'll take care of
the problems you've been having!"  I thanked her and left...With the
knowledge that whatever was going on was so big, it involved the taking
over of the phone company completely...

Carol Lewis was the name the people who called me asked me for, and it was
later that I remembered why it sounded familiar...I have almost a
photographic memory, and during a previous time in the past, when I was
traveling around the country, I had stopped at a motel somewhere in the
pouring rain...Some guys came in right after I did, and they looked like
the kind of enemies of mine who had been following me all over the country
for years...They walked in and used the phone in the lobby to call a
number...While on the phone, one of the guys asked someone if they had a
Carol Lewis staying there, apparently a hotel or motel...Then he changed
the name slightly and asked if they had a Carol Lewison, or something like
that...He kept on using aliases, until he had exhausted his supply...Then
he and the other guys stood around while I checked in...When I took my
room key, one of the guys stood next to me watching to see what room it
was...When I got up to the room, everything was ok for awhile...But, a few
minutes later, I heard the guys in the room next to me, and it sounded
like they were tearing the walls apart...I was NO stranger to this
happening, as these assholes from California had been following me all
over the country for years...I packed up my stuff, and went down and told
the manager to call the police, that these guys were NUTS!!  He did so,
and gave me another room...

It took me a couple of years to remember that, but it was the same
name...When I gave that name to the FBI in Atlanta some time later, the
girl at the desk picked up a phone, gave them the name, and a few minutes
later she wrote down on a piece of paper dates and prisons that person had
been in, then told me they couldn't help me...She told me that two
"AGENTS" would help me, and two guys who didn't look anything like FBI
agents came out and asked me if I had a place to sleep for the night...I
went to the FBI in Tally for help, but got the runaround there also...I
don't know how we can fight this thing, but fight it we MUST!!

I will write more tomorrow, I didn't get enough sleep last night, and it
is very late...Take care, humans!

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Gary Stollman    Internet: garys@netcom.com     GEnie: G.STOLLMAN
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