Scared p*ns and n**dles
ubiquity
buzzing. We picked up the receiver so it wouldn't loud, listened, two
male voices. Didn't recognise them. Tried to listen, they kept buzzing
hard to make out what they were saying to each other. They didn't hear
us. We were quiet like a good boy.
Started hearing strange taps, someone throwing small rocks at windows of
our apartment. A couple rocks at a time, a couple times before moving to
another window. We got real scared. Too afraid to peek to see them.
Started hearing banging on the back enterance. They trying to force
their way in.
We froze.
Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where they
were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan, directions,
trying to save us.
Finally saw two cops walking down the alley. Got off the phone with
9-1-1. Police dispatched called and asked that we go talk to them out
the front enterance. Police said they didn't see anyone. Said we could
call back if it started again. We went back inside, our cell phone was
ringing from a text message.
A number we didn't recognise sent a text:
"Fwd: Whau the hell ur going to call the cops on me thats fucked"
We ran back out to show them before they left. Stood in the road with
them while they asked questions. They said by them buzzing only our door
knowing which windows were ours, and knowing our cell number, it's
someone who's been here. Who knows us. They asked if we had made anybody
mad lately. Said no. They asked if we had practical joke friends. Said
no. They asked us to call the number back, got a number not in service
message. They said call if they start doing it again. Said they will
come back tomorrow to make a report on h*r*ssment for the text message.
We came back inside. Think the police left. Another text message comes
in:
"U guys r fucked"
Our t isn't answering the phone. It's off. She must be sleeping. We are
so scared right now. Scared for our life. Is hot and sweaty and we feel
like we're on a tilt-a-whirl. Fighting to stay present. Some want to go
outside. We are scared to d*ath. Wife has gone back to ned now. Small
rocks scattered on our window sills. We are scared. Is anybody here
right now?
There's banging again outside. Almost been two hours since this started.
We are scared. It only makes it more scary that it is an equ*nox
tonight. We are scared. Wish we had someone to sit with. Someone to hide
with. Someone to protect us. Think we are going to d*e tonight. Only
don't know by who's hands.
(t)
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astri
> Intercom started buzzing an hour and a half ago. Lots and lots of
> buzzing. We picked up the receiver so it wouldn't loud, listened, two
> male voices. Didn't recognise them. Tried to listen, they kept
> buzzing hard to make out what they were saying to each other. They
> didn't hear us. We were quiet like a good boy.
>
> Started hearing strange taps, someone throwing small rocks at windows
> of our apartment. A couple rocks at a time, a couple times before
> moving to another window. We got real scared. Too afraid to peek to
> see them. Started hearing banging on the back enterance. They trying
> to force their way in.
>
> We froze.
>
> Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
> police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where
> they were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan,
> directions, trying to save us.
is very good you called police
> Finally saw two cops walking down the alley. Got off the phone with
> 9-1-1. Police dispatched called and asked that we go talk to them out
> the front enterance. Police said they didn't see anyone. Said we
> could call back if it started again. We went back inside, our cell
> phone was ringing from a text message.
>
> A number we didn't recognise sent a text:
>
> "Fwd: Whau the hell ur going to call the cops on me thats fucked"
>
> We ran back out to show them before they left. Stood in the road with
> them while they asked questions. They said by them buzzing only our
> door knowing which windows were ours, and knowing our cell number,
> it's someone who's been here. Who knows us. They asked if we had made
> anybody mad lately. Said no. They asked if we had practical joke
> friends. Said no. They asked us to call the number back, got a number
> not in service message. They said call if they start doing it again.
> Said they will come back tomorrow to make a report on h*r*ssment for
> the text message.
show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
> We came back inside. Think the police left. Another text message
> comes in:
>
> "U guys r fucked"
>
> Our t isn't answering the phone. It's off. She must be sleeping. We
> are so scared right now. Scared for our life. Is hot and sweaty and
> we feel like we're on a tilt-a-whirl. Fighting to stay present. Some
> want to go outside. We are scared to d*ath. Wife has gone back to ned
> now. Small rocks scattered on our window sills. We are scared. Is
> anybody here right now?
:(
> There's banging again outside. Almost been two hours since this
> started. We are scared. It only makes it more scary that it is an
> equ*nox tonight. We are scared. Wish we had someone to sit with.
> Someone to hide with. Someone to protect us. Think we are going to
> d*e tonight. Only don't know by who's hands.
:(
hope it stopped
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ubiquity
> On Sun, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>
>> Intercom started buzzing an hour and a half ago. Lots and lots of
>> buzzing. We picked up the receiver so it wouldn't loud, listened, two
>> male voices. Didn't recognise them. Tried to listen, they kept
>> buzzing hard to make out what they were saying to each other. They
>> didn't hear us. We were quiet like a good boy.
>>
>> Started hearing strange taps, someone throwing small rocks at windows
>> of our apartment. A couple rocks at a time, a couple times before
>> moving to another window. We got real scared. Too afraid to peek to
>> see them. Started hearing banging on the back enterance. They trying
>> to force their way in.
>>
>> We froze.
>>
>> Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
>> police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where
>> they were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan,
>> directions, trying to save us.
>
> is very good you called police
Think it just made things worse. More complicated. They didn't do
anything. Now we're being thr*atened for it in text messages.
>> Finally saw two cops walking down the alley. Got off the phone with
>> 9-1-1. Police dispatched called and asked that we go talk to them out
>> the front enterance. Police said they didn't see anyone. Said we
>> could call back if it started again. We went back inside, our cell
>> phone was ringing from a text message.
>>
>> A number we didn't recognise sent a text:
>>
>> "Fwd: Whau the hell ur going to call the cops on me thats fucked"
>>
>> We ran back out to show them before they left. Stood in the road with
>> them while they asked questions. They said by them buzzing only our
>> door knowing which windows were ours, and knowing our cell number,
>> it's someone who's been here. Who knows us. They asked if we had made
>> anybody mad lately. Said no. They asked if we had practical joke
>> friends. Said no. They asked us to call the number back, got a number
>> not in service message. They said call if they start doing it again.
>> Said they will come back tomorrow to make a report on h*r*ssment for
>> the text message.
>
> show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
Now that it's light, they weren't pebbles, they were throwing small
pieces of asphalt. Little bits all over the window sill.
>> We came back inside. Think the police left. Another text message
>> comes in:
>>
>> "U guys r fucked"
>>
>> Our t isn't answering the phone. It's off. She must be sleeping. We
>> are so scared right now. Scared for our life. Is hot and sweaty and
>> we feel like we're on a tilt-a-whirl. Fighting to stay present. Some
>> want to go outside. We are scared to d*ath. Wife has gone back to ned
>> now. Small rocks scattered on our window sills. We are scared. Is
>> anybody here right now?
>
> :(
Is ok. We need to be stronger. Not need to be babysat or taken care of
by a newsgroup. We are weak.
>> There's banging again outside. Almost been two hours since this
>> started. We are scared. It only makes it more scary that it is an
>> equ*nox tonight. We are scared. Wish we had someone to sit with.
>> Someone to hide with. Someone to protect us. Think we are going to
>> d*e tonight. Only don't know by who's hands.
>
> :(
>
> hope it stopped
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Kind of. No more banging or anything. Someone slid an envelope part way
under the door this morning around 5am or so is when we noticed the
envelope half under the door. Is a h*l*day card. Had a b*ble verse on
it, and they signed Merry Chr*stm*s and drew a goat head. Made arm hair
stand up. There was a piece of chocolate with it. We tore it up and
threw it away and buried it in thebottom of the trash. Get a text
message once and a while. Can't stop them. We kind of waiting for t to
call or text or we would shut off the phones. We are scared. T's phone
isn't even ringing. The number it says to call for crisis on her
voicemail is just admitting department of the psych hsptl.
We have so much anxiety right now.
(t)
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astri
> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>
>> is very good you called police
>
> Think it just made things worse. More complicated. They didn't do
> anything. Now we're being thr*atened for it in text messages.
they have information
need to follow up about the text messages
did you save them to show?
>> show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
>
> Now that it's light, they weren't pebbles, they were throwing small
> pieces of asphalt. Little bits all over the window sill.
show them
> Is ok. We need to be stronger. Not need to be babysat or taken care
> of by a newsgroup. We are weak.
not weak
that was scary
> Spoiler - Scary
>
> 3
>
> 3
>
> 3
>
> 3
> 3
>
> 3
>
> 3
> 3
>
> 3
> 3
>
>
> 3
> 3
> 3
>
>
> Kind of. No more banging or anything. Someone slid an envelope part
> way under the door this morning around 5am or so is when we noticed
> the envelope half under the door. Is a h*l*day card. Had a b*ble
> verse on it, and they signed Merry Chr*stm*s and drew a goat head.
> Made arm hair stand up. There was a piece of chocolate with it. We
> tore it up and threw it away and buried it in thebottom of the trash.
glad you threw it away
assume you didn't eat the chocolate?
> Get a text message once and a while. Can't stop them. We kind of
> waiting for t to call or text or we would shut off the phones. We are
> scared. T's phone isn't even ringing. The number it says to call for
> crisis on her voicemail is just admitting department of the psych
> hsptl.
sigh
> We have so much anxiety right now.
for good reason
ubiquity
> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>
>>> is very good you called police
>>
>> Think it just made things worse. More complicated. They didn't do
>> anything. Now we're being thr*atened for it in text messages.
>
> they have information
> need to follow up about the text messages
> did you save them to show?
Yeah. They are saved.
>>> show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
>>
>> Now that it's light, they weren't pebbles, they were throwing small
>> pieces of asphalt. Little bits all over the window sill.
>
> show them
Ok. Will they just think we're crazy? Will they lock us in the state
hsptl and we'll d*e like R.P. McMurphy?
>> Is ok. We need to be stronger. Not need to be babysat or taken care
>> of by a newsgroup. We are weak.
>
> not weak
> that was scary
Yes. So scary. So so scary. Even scared wife.
>> Spoiler - Scary
>>
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>> 3
>>
>> 3
>> 3
>>
>>
>> 3
>> 3
>> 3
>>
>>
>> Kind of. No more banging or anything. Someone slid an envelope part
>> way under the door this morning around 5am or so is when we noticed
>> the envelope half under the door. Is a h*l*day card. Had a b*ble
>> verse on it, and they signed Merry Chr*stm*s and drew a goat head.
>> Made arm hair stand up. There was a piece of chocolate with it. We
>> tore it up and threw it away and buried it in thebottom of the trash.
>
> glad you threw it away
> assume you didn't eat the chocolate?
No, we didn't. Wish we could've. It was our favorite kind of chocolate.
Gourtmet kind. Raspberry filled milk chocolate.
>> Get a text message once and a while. Can't stop them. We kind of
>> waiting for t to call or text or we would shut off the phones. We are
>> scared. T's phone isn't even ringing. The number it says to call for
>> crisis on her voicemail is just admitting department of the psych
>> hsptl.
>
> sigh
>
>> We have so much anxiety right now.
>
> for good reason
Is it ok. We trying to be ok. Trying not to cry so much. Can't stop the
tears. Just trying to cry quietly. The tears are b*rning our face.
(t)
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-ubiquity constellation
astri
> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>>
>>>> is very good you called police
>>>
>>> Think it just made things worse. More complicated. They didn't do
>>> anything. Now we're being thr*atened for it in text messages.
>>
>> they have information
>> need to follow up about the text messages
>> did you save them to show?
>
> Yeah. They are saved.
good
show them all
>>>> show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
>>>
>>> Now that it's light, they weren't pebbles, they were throwing small
>>> pieces of asphalt. Little bits all over the window sill.
>>
>> show them
>
> Ok. Will they just think we're crazy? Will they lock us in the state
> hsptl and we'll d*e like R.P. McMurphy?
no
this is real stuff
not you-crazy stuff
>>> Is ok. We need to be stronger. Not need to be babysat or taken care
>>> of by a newsgroup. We are weak.
>>
>> not weak
>> that was scary
>
> Yes. So scary. So so scary. Even scared wife.
yes
>>> Spoiler - Scary
>>>
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>> 3
>>>
>>> 3
>>> 3
>>>
>>>
>>> 3
>>> 3
>>> 3
>>>
>>>
>>> Kind of. No more banging or anything. Someone slid an envelope part
>>> way under the door this morning around 5am or so is when we noticed
>>> the envelope half under the door. Is a h*l*day card. Had a b*ble
>>> verse on it, and they signed Merry Chr*stm*s and drew a goat head.
>>> Made arm hair stand up. There was a piece of chocolate with it. We
>>> tore it up and threw it away and buried it in thebottom of the trash.
>>
>> glad you threw it away
>> assume you didn't eat the chocolate?
>
> No, we didn't. Wish we could've. It was our favorite kind of chocolate.
> Gourtmet kind. Raspberry filled milk chocolate.
glad you didn't eat the chocolate
hope you threw it away for good?
>>> Get a text message once and a while. Can't stop them. We kind of
>>> waiting for t to call or text or we would shut off the phones. We are
>>> scared. T's phone isn't even ringing. The number it says to call for
>>> crisis on her voicemail is just admitting department of the psych
>>> hsptl.
>>
>> sigh
>>
>>> We have so much anxiety right now.
>>
>> for good reason
>
> Is it ok. We trying to be ok. Trying not to cry so much. Can't stop
> the tears. Just trying to cry quietly. The tears are b*rning our
> face.
hope they stop bothering you
crying makes sense
is scary
ubiquity
> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>> need to follow up about the text messages
>>> did you save them to show?
>>
>> Yeah. They are saved.
>
> good
> show them all
Ok. We counted. There are eight. Last time we went to the police station
for threats on our voicemail five years ago, they didn't do anything. :(
>>> show them
>>
>> Ok. Will they just think we're crazy? Will they lock us in the state
>> hsptl and we'll d*e like R.P. McMurphy?
>
> no
> this is real stuff
> not you-crazy stuff
Doesn't seem believable. Afraid they'll just laugh at us. Nobody
believes a kid. The police last night said they believed us. Said they
saw the rocks. They just didn't see anybody, but they were there. Both
times we went back inside, we immediately got a text message. We h*te
this. How come we can't just be good?
>>> not weak
>>> that was scary
>>
>> Yes. So scary. So so scary. Even scared wife.
>
> yes
She sat up with us for a bit when the asphault bits were being thrown at
windows. She was scared too.
>>>> Spoiler - Scary
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> 3
>>>> 3
>>>> 3
>>>>
>>> glad you threw it away
>>> assume you didn't eat the chocolate?
>>
>> No, we didn't. Wish we could've. It was our favorite kind of chocolate.
>> Gourtmet kind. Raspberry filled milk chocolate.
>
> glad you didn't eat the chocolate
> hope you threw it away for good?
It's with the torn up card, but we could dig it out. Didn't crumble it
or anything.
>>> for good reason
>>
>> Is it ok. We trying to be ok. Trying not to cry so much. Can't stop
>> the tears. Just trying to cry quietly. The tears are b*rning our
>> face.
>
> hope they stop bothering you
> crying makes sense
> is scary
We don't even know who it is. We were too scared to look. We were afraid
if we looked, they'd throw a big rock and break the window. Most we
heard was when they started buzzing the front, we picked up the intercom
receiver and very quietly listened to their voices as they talked to
each other. Two men is what we heard.
(t)
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astri
> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>> they have information
>>>> need to follow up about the text messages
>>>> did you save them to show?
>>>
>>> Yeah. They are saved.
>>
>> good
>> show them all
>
> Ok. We counted. There are eight. Last time we went to the police
> station for threats on our voicemail five years ago, they didn't do
> anything. :(
but this time is connected to them bothering you at home, too. that's
different.
>>>> show them
>>>
>>> Ok. Will they just think we're crazy? Will they lock us in the
>>> state hsptl and we'll d*e like R.P. McMurphy?
>>
>> no
>> this is real stuff
>> not you-crazy stuff
>
> Doesn't seem believable. Afraid they'll just laugh at us. Nobody
> believes a kid. The police last night said they believed us. Said
> they saw the rocks. They just didn't see anybody, but they were
> there. Both times we went back inside, we immediately got a text
> message. We h*te this. How come we can't just be good?
isn't about you being good. is about them being bad.
>>>> not weak
>>>> that was scary
>>>
>>> Yes. So scary. So so scary. Even scared wife.
>>
>> yes
>
> She sat up with us for a bit when the asphault bits were being thrown
> at windows. She was scared too.
yeah. isn't just you.
>>>>> Spoiler - Scary
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> 3
>>>>> 3
>>>>> 3
>>>>>
>>>> glad you threw it away
>>>> assume you didn't eat the chocolate?
>>>
>>> No, we didn't. Wish we could've. It was our favorite kind of
>>> chocolate. Gourtmet kind. Raspberry filled milk chocolate.
>>
>> glad you didn't eat the chocolate
>> hope you threw it away for good?
>
> It's with the torn up card, but we could dig it out. Didn't crumble
> it or anything.
you shouldn't eat it.
>>>> for good reason
>>>
>>> Is it ok. We trying to be ok. Trying not to cry so much. Can't stop
>>> the tears. Just trying to cry quietly. The tears are b*rning our
>>> face.
>>
>> hope they stop bothering you
>> crying makes sense
>> is scary
>
> We don't even know who it is. We were too scared to look. We were
> afraid if we looked, they'd throw a big rock and break the window.
> Most we heard was when they started buzzing the front, we picked up
> the intercom receiver and very quietly listened to their voices as
> they talked to each other. Two men is what we heard.
yeah :(
Baba Yaga
alt.support.dissociation:
>Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
>police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where they
>were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan, directions,
>trying to save us.
Well done. Is a step.
Baba Yaga
--
External things are no more like the perceptions they give rise to,
than wine is similar to intoxication, or opium to the delirium which
it produces.
- John Playfair
ubiquity
> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>> show them all
>>
>> Ok. We counted. There are eight. Last time we went to the police
>> station for threats on our voicemail five years ago, they didn't do
>> anything. :(
>
> but this time is connected to them bothering you at home, too. that's
> different.
Ok.
>>> no
>>> this is real stuff
>>> not you-crazy stuff
>>
>> Doesn't seem believable. Afraid they'll just laugh at us. Nobody
>> believes a kid. The police last night said they believed us. Said
>> they saw the rocks. They just didn't see anybody, but they were
>> there. Both times we went back inside, we immediately got a text
>> message. We h*te this. How come we can't just be good?
>
> isn't about you being good. is about them being bad.
If we were good, maybe they'd be bad to someone else?
>> She sat up with us for a bit when the asphault bits were being thrown
>> at windows. She was scared too.
>
> yeah. isn't just you.
*sigh* Harder to hide all of it now.
>>>>>> Spoiler - Scary
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>> 3
>>>>>>
>>> glad you didn't eat the chocolate
>>> hope you threw it away for good?
>>
>> It's with the torn up card, but we could dig it out. Didn't crumble
>> it or anything.
>
> you shouldn't eat it.
T was talking to someone yesterday who wanted to. We were crying because
it was our favorite kind. We can't even afford that kind. T said she
would buy us some. We didn't tell her what kind. Don't want to be
manipulative. We really don't deserve chocolate like that anyways.
>>> hope they stop bothering you
>>> crying makes sense
>>> is scary
>>
>> We don't even know who it is. We were too scared to look. We were
>> afraid if we looked, they'd throw a big rock and break the window.
>> Most we heard was when they started buzzing the front, we picked up
>> the intercom receiver and very quietly listened to their voices as
>> they talked to each other. Two men is what we heard.
>
> yeah :(
*sigh* :(
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ubiquity
> ubiquity <ubiq...@aftertragedy.us> wrote, in
> alt.support.dissociation:
>
>>Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
>>police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where they
>>were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan, directions,
>>trying to save us.
>
> Well done. Is a step.
but is it a step forward, or a step into a snare trap?
(t)
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Shiyiya
> On 2009-12-22, astri wrote...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>> good
>>>> show them all
>>> Ok. We counted. There are eight. Last time we went to the police
>>> station for threats on our voicemail five years ago, they didn't do
>>> anything. :(
>> but this time is connected to them bothering you at home, too. that's
>> different.
>
> Ok.
>
>>>> no
>>>> this is real stuff
>>>> not you-crazy stuff
>>> Doesn't seem believable. Afraid they'll just laugh at us. Nobody
>>> believes a kid. The police last night said they believed us. Said
>>> they saw the rocks. They just didn't see anybody, but they were
>>> there. Both times we went back inside, we immediately got a text
>>> message. We h*te this. How come we can't just be good?
>> isn't about you being good. is about them being bad.
>
> If we were good, maybe they'd be bad to someone else?
that kind of people don't care about good or bad
they just do it because they can
is yuck.
she offered, you didn't ask. not manipulative. and no reason you don't
deserve nice things. chocolate isn't somehting you need to deserve.
astri
> On 2009-12-22, astri wrote...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>> good
>>>> show them all
>>>
>>> Ok. We counted. There are eight. Last time we went to the police
>>> station for threats on our voicemail five years ago, they didn't do
>>> anything. :(
>>
>> but this time is connected to them bothering you at home, too. that's
>> different.
>
> Ok.
>
>>>> no
>>>> this is real stuff
>>>> not you-crazy stuff
>>>
>>> Doesn't seem believable. Afraid they'll just laugh at us. Nobody
>>> believes a kid. The police last night said they believed us. Said
>>> they saw the rocks. They just didn't see anybody, but they were
>>> there. Both times we went back inside, we immediately got a text
>>> message. We h*te this. How come we can't just be good?
>>
>> isn't about you being good. is about them being bad.
>
> If we were good, maybe they'd be bad to someone else?
guess it doesn't work that way
>>> She sat up with us for a bit when the asphault bits were being
>>> thrown at windows. She was scared too.
>>
>> yeah. isn't just you.
>
> *sigh* Harder to hide all of it now.
yes
>> you shouldn't eat it.
>
> T was talking to someone yesterday who wanted to. We were crying
> because it was our favorite kind. We can't even afford that kind. T
> said she would buy us some. We didn't tell her what kind. Don't want
> to be manipulative. We really don't deserve chocolate like that
> anyways.
you do deserve it
but you deserve it from a safe source
astri
think they don't expect you to call police
so think is not part of their plan
ubiquity
> On Tue, 22 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>> but is it a step forward, or a step into a snare trap?
>
> think they don't expect you to call police
> so think is not part of their plan
heh. they didnt expect it at all. hence the what the hell text message.
fun to put the b*sterds dancing for once. :D
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-ubiquity constellation
astri
> On 2009-12-22, astri wrote...
>> On Tue, 22 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> but is it a step forward, or a step into a snare trap?
>>
>> think they don't expect you to call police
>> so think is not part of their plan
>
> heh. they didnt expect it at all. hence the what the hell text message.
> fun to put the b*sterds dancing for once. :D
:)
Baba Yaga
alt.support.dissociation:
>On 2009-12-22, Baba Yaga wrote...
>> ubiquity <ubiq...@aftertragedy.us> wrote, in
>> alt.support.dissociation:
>>
>>>Realized our life is in danger. We called 9-1-1. They dispatched ten
>>>police units. We stayed on the line keeping dispatch aware of where they
>>>were, buzzing, rocks, banging, telling her the floorplan, directions,
>>>trying to save us.
>>
>> Well done. Is a step.
>
>but is it a step forward, or a step into a snare trap?
Think ultimately forward. Recruiting help against the bad people at
times when it's clearly-to-others real, or when immediate danger is
significant like that, is good. (Recruiting help from people like
t'pist and a.s.dis is good at any time.)
Doing the things the bad people you want to is the true snare.
Takes courage to save self/ves. Hard to believe it can be o.k. 8-(
confuzzled
> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009, ubiquity wrote:
>>> On 2009-12-21, astri wrote...
>>>> is very good you called police
>>> Think it just made things worse. More complicated. They didn't do
>>> anything. Now we're being thr*atened for it in text messages.
>> they have information
>> need to follow up about the text messages
>> did you save them to show?
>
> Yeah. They are saved.
>
>>>> show them the pebbles on the windows when they come for the report
>>> Now that it's light, they weren't pebbles, they were throwing small
>>> pieces of asphalt. Little bits all over the window sill.
>> show them
>
> Ok. Will they just think we're crazy? Will they lock us in the state
> hsptl and we'll d*e like R.P. McMurphy?
>
no. is real stuff
>>> Is ok. We need to be stronger. Not need to be babysat or taken care
>>> of by a newsgroup. We are weak.
>> not weak
>> that was scary
>
> Yes. So scary. So so scary. Even scared wife.
>
yes. is real stuff
Hannibal
I hope that today you are feeling better. You did the right thing to
call the police. They are able to handle these sorts of situations.
Best wishes,
Peter