From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 92 08:00:29 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Summary: The continuing saga of my story...
Keywords: aliens,invasion,stollman



I went to TCC to sign up for classes in September of 1981...When I walked
into the signup room, there was a large overhead projector of all the
classes available...I had gotten there the first day of signup, so I could
have a good list to choose from...Most, if not all of the classses being
offered were already taken, and unhappily I went home, after one of the
counselors told me some people might drop their classes the next day...

The next day I came back, and lo and behold, classes had been
dropped...ALL of them!!  I was very suspicous of this and asked a
counselor by the name of Sylvia DeLoach what the heck had happened...She
told me that people had just gotten carried away, that it had never
happened before and never would again...I couldn't believe it but took
this at face value...I signed up for five classes, what I needed to
finish my AA degree...I took Psychology, Meterology, American History,
Art, and Mythology...The school's principal was extremely kind to give me
full credit for my previous academic work at Grossmost College in San
Diego...I started classes in earnest the following week, and evrything
seemed to be normal at first...

Shortly after I started going to class, things began to get strange...In
my Meteorology class, there was a guy in front of me who kept turning
around and saying stuff to me that had nothing whatoever to do with the
class...During our first test, he kept turning around and giving me the
answers or something similar...Then, one day, the instructor, an elderly
woman, started talking about something which had nothing to do with
Meteorology...Then she said, "And there are many lawsuits pending!" and
looked up with a look of utter contempt on her face...The situation
gradually got worse, with the guy in front of me saying stuff loud enough
to be heard by everyone, then turning around and looking at me, as if I
was supposed to know what he was talking about...He did this constantly...

In my Mythology class, the teacher started talking about subjects having
nothing to do with Mythology...Then, one day, after a lot of things which
convinced me that I was being spied on purposefully, she started talking
about a "King" that lived in some islands off the coast of Italy, which I
couldn't understand, especially when she got out maps of the area and
pointed out to us exactly where he lived...I felt I had had enough of it,
and when she got done talking, I raised my hand...She said VERY
hesitantly, "I believe YOU had a question?"...I said, "Yeh, just WHERE did
you say that KING lived!?"...She pointed to the area on the map, and I
said in a loud voice, "Yeh, RIGHT!...A girl who had been sitting next to
me the whole time went, "FUCK!!"...Everybody suddenly quieted down real
low, and I felt as if I was sitting in a prison...

When I went into my next class, American History, the girl sitting next to
me who happened to be in my other class also, did something pretty
strange...She pushed a pen off of her desk, so I would have to pick it
up...She did it on purpose...And she did it REAL slick, too...If I wasn't
as perceptive as I am, you would have though it was not staged...But it
was...Later on in the semester, I pushed a pen off my desk and MADE it
look like it was staged, and she immediately jumped up, and ran to the
front of the room and sat down at a different desk, next to her "CIA
friend" or whatever, who had been playing jackass mindgames all that time
also...

Then, the ultimate proof...At the study session for the midterm in
Meteorology, there was just me and those other guys, who had been
bothering me from the start almost...There was two other guys in there who
had made me think they were there just to spy on me...I decided to try
something, and in the middle of the lecture, I suddenly jumped up and ran
out the front door...Almost instantly, the two guys jumped up...One ran
out the side door and down the side of the building towards the parking
lots, and the other ran out the front door behind me, and went in the same
direction...I had had enough, to say the least...

I went to the head of the counseling department, who was Sylvia
DeLoach...I told her what I thought was going on in my classes, and she
went into her office, and picked up the phone, and asked me who I wanted
her to call to find out about it...I told her I didn't know, and she
suggested the Sheriffs office...She dialed the number, and told her name
and mine, and then she turned to me and said, "It's Sargeant Parramoore,
Gary...He says it's what you're thinking!"...She then told me he said to
meet him at the Courthouse at 5pm and he would tell me all about it...

I had to go to my Psychology class first, and I was trying to think of
somebody who could be a witness to whatever was said...When I got to
class, I made probably the most serious mistake of my life...It turned out
that there had been a flap that week at TCC, in which some guy in my
psychology class had been in the men's room, when he had spotted a hidden
camera in one of the vents...He started to tear it out, when, so the story
went, three security guards came running in and forced him out of
there...The camera was taken out, and any complaints were going to the
Attorney General's office...There was a big story on it in the Tallahassee
Democrat at the time, and when I walked into class, the teacher was
discussing it with him...I figured this was a guy I could trust...So I
asked him if he would come with me to see this Sgt. Parramoore...He said
sure...

We got into my car, and then the most peculiar thing happened...While we
were driving down the street, this guy started yelling and screaming out
the window of the car at people, and even if there was noone...He whooped
it up but good, and when we got to the Courthouse, he walked into the
Marriage License Bureau, and asked for the guy...I had never been to the
courthouse before, and so didn't know where his office was...This guy told
me that he had friends out at the Sheriff's Dept. headquarters on
Thomasville Rd., and said he was probably there...So, like a fool, I went
along with it and drove to the Sheriff's office...When we got out of the
car, I knew this guy wasn't quite as "crazy" as he had made out, because
he dropped a paper he was holding on purpose, to see if I would tell him...

We walked into the station house, and he went right into the watch
commanders office and told him we wanted to see Sgt. Parramoore...The
watch commander asked what was going on, and then this "student" asked me
if I would step out of the room for a minute, while he talked to the
officer...I did so, like a fool again, and after about a minute or two,
the door opened...The student told me to come in, and when I did so, I
noticed the demeanor of the watch commander had changed completely...He
was looking at me like I was some kind of mass murderer...The student sat
down in a chair nearby, and I sat down at the watch commanders desk...I
told the officer what had been going on in my classes, and he listened
carefully, although it was clear that nothing I was saying meant anything
meaningful anymore to him...Then when I told about how I believed these
people could be enemies of mine, the "student" spoke up...He said, "Why,
nobody would do such a thing, Gary, unless there was a PLOT TO KILL THE
PRESIDENT!!"...He shouted that part...I knew then that I was sunk, and
sure enough, the watch commander asked me if I had a counselor, and I told
him yes, and he asked for the phone number, and called her up...By the
way, I had gotten this counselor through the telephone operator, and she
worked out of an office near the main hospital in town...That is to say, I
had called information to get the number for the place, and the
information operator had told me the woman's name, and made an appointment
for me to start seeing her...Just one of the queer things going on at that
time...I just went along with it all, out of fear for my parents lives,
which is a more involved part of the story...

Anyways, he got my counselor on the phone, and she somehow knew I had gone
to the Attorney General's office for help...She asked me to go into a
small mental hospital there called Project Path...I refused, and told her
I had better ideas...She practically begged me to go in, but I was
adamant...After I hung up, the watch commander tried to convince me to go
in also, but I just walked outside...I had to wait for my "friend" and
after a few minutes he came outside...I drove him back to TCC, and this
time he didn't yell out the window at all, just talked to me about my
problems, and how I should try to solve them...When we got back, he got
out, but asked me to come to his birthday party that weekend...I told him
SURE, like I was gonna have anything to do with a CIA agent or whatever he
was, which I was sure of cause he must have flashed some kind of
HEAVY-DUTY ID at that cop for him to treat me like that, and from the bit
about the plot to kill the President...

Coming next time...How the Florida government was taken over and involved...





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