name: Christine

e-mail: CLamphier@msn.com

date: August 2006

do you want your email listed: yes

can others place your information else where on the web: yes

support group: yes

in the event of your dead or missing in action. do you want your personal account to remain on the mcf site: yes

would you care to be an area contact for other victims: yes

area-contact: Electronic / Psychotronics harassment

contact-address: clamphier@msn.com

location: (military) hb, ca fayetteville, nc and Pennsville, NJ

The same as what I have read. My husband had me committed
when I tried to leave him. They threw rocks at my house,
made hand signals. So many new people in the neighborhood.
I felt like I had been drugged. An undercover police
officer pulled me over and said they were investigating my
husband for these activities and to "hang in there" I
drove home and told him.. I had kept my fear inside so
long.. I rushed in the door and told him 'I KNEW!' and he
barreled by me, ripped open the front of the computer and
took out a black box, then he left for two days. But it
didnt stop.. it got worse. Crazy names on the caller ID..
carzy knocks at the door, shouting in the middle of the
night outside my window (in a ruarl neighborhood), and the
worst part.. making my closest family believe I was on
drugs or insane.. my mother finally broke down and told me
that he had let her know he believed I was "using street
drugs".. which I would never. It was a nightmare. Things
missing from my car.. my cat had kittens.. the littlest of
which, we kept.. she was left killed outside our proerty..
not by a car.. not hit or rolled over.. just dead. Then
the yelling in the middle of the night.. "WE DID IT WE
KILLED YOUR CAT'. If i ran out of the house or called the
police.. they were gone. I thought I"d gone insane and was
on the verge of suicide. I looked at my wrists, outside,
while sitting in a lounger.. a voice screamed 'DO IT!! I
WANT U TO DO IT.. DIE!!' It came from down the street so I
got in my car and drove down the street.. Just some guys
in a driveway staring at me like I was a freak.. and
perhaps I looked like one, after all that... so I
retreated.. scared, alone.
