## Bettyboop

> Chronology of Events:
> October 2000:
> I begin to experience heightened sensitivity to light. Traffic lights become painfully bright at night. I begin to notice I see dominant tones of pink out of one eye, and dominant tones of blue in the other, as if I was wearing very light contact lenses of those colors. On several occasions I hear my cellphone ring, almost as if at a distance while driving in my car, would check, but no call. This was disregarded. During this time, I am going through a tough cold, I have a painful hacking dry cough, my father swears I have emphysema. These symptoms last through March. I also frequently have what seem to be 'hot flashes' centralized at the nape of my neck and down my left shoulder. Consistently, for the next few days, I would suffer pain so intense in that area, that I would not be able to move my head to the left.

> November 2000:
> On two occasions I experience a voice speaking to me as I reach points of relaxation about to fall asleep(hypnagogic state). First voice was a females, the second time, it was a male. No further occurrences through December. Once again, no attention was paid to these.

> January 11, 2001:
> I begin to experience five distinct voices in waking state, three male, two female. The male voices stating that they had been looking for me my whole life. The female voices stating that I was hurting them. Sexual advances, explicit verbal pornography, and detailed verbal violence ensue (verbal commands of when I should go to sleep, to turn off my computer monitor, to turn off my roomlight, to prostitute myself, to pull over my car while driving, to jump out of a friends car, to peel out of a church parking lot, because the church is evil [which is not within my belief system]). They begin informing me that they were making a movie, that I am a vampire, that I do not need to eat or drink, that I drink blood. That they had surveillance equipment and were watching everything I was doing. (during this time, I hear strange music in their background, similar to generic subliminally infused music, digital repetitive tones can be heard, I become aware that when I lay parallel to the ground, and angle my head back, the digital oscillating sounds become much more apparent and the voices lessen)

> January 13, 2001:
> The sound has become painful, somehow my ears are extraordinarily more sensitive to sound than ever before, I begin to hear footsteps on my rooftop. They begin to tell me that they do not believe in god, and then inform me that I do not believe in God. They tell me they are looking for the truth. I consider this preposterous but explain via thought that I do not push my religious beliefs on others and that they should consider acting in the same manner, they persist. They begin to give me instructions, telling me that I need to cough up blood, and to act distraught to show that I am being tortured. They tell me to go outside to cry and scream next to the family car. They tell me to throw down my bookshelf. (on several occasions, it seems as though whatever is causing this has the capacity to record 3-4 word terms spoken by individuals in my immediate environment, and are able to playback these whenever it wants to, preference to exclamations is noted, currently I suspect these are audiograms and not the actual vocal recordings)

> January 19, 2001:
> The singular voices have now become a multitude of metallic sounding voices overlapping themselves because I refuse to go to the beach and perform a scene. It is extremely difficult to work at a computer at this point, the fan inside the computer and any air conditioning unit seem to amplify the audio (any source of medium to high decibel white noise). It's as if a certain repetitive sound within normally perceived sounds greatly amplify the frequency which is being broadcast. At this point they are fully insultive, telling me I am not worth living (I am being kind in my terminology). Then they proclaim that I am a wonderful person, sometimes within the same sentence, sometimes not. Often they tell me that I need to scream, when I refuse, the audio levels are heightened. Finally I agree and I drive to the beach, as I am doing so, I am asked to tune into a local radio station 98.1, a few moments later the disc jockey relays that a call had come in from Altamonte, Springs, that the caller had requested that a young woman who had not slept for a few days was about to perform a beach scene, and that all she was to know was that it was a sensual scene, even the disc jockey thought the call was odd.

> January 25, 2001:
> I begin to threaten legal action, they tell me they will not stop until they record me coming after them, telling me to try to kill them, I begin to convey that I cannot be certain of the entire scenario since I have signed no contract, and I have seen no proof of a crew. They inform me that doing so will not bring about the same reality product as if they would stay out of view. I demand a contract, to be paid and to see the crew face to face, I demand for the paperwork to be placed on an old and never used mailbox next to my houses front door. The next day, a pair of yellow shoelaces sits in that spot, my family was present and viewed the evidence, neither myself nor any member of my family owned a pair of yellow tattered shoelaces. At this point, they had taken on a course trying to force me to 'come after them' suggesting attempted murder be a course of action. I found this idea to be ridiculous and against all of my morals and stand behind that belief process.

> January 27, 2001:
> The voices are now proclaiming that they are Satan and will give me everything I desire if I listen and act upon their requests. This puts me in a strong state of anxiety and fear I basically freak out. They brag that I have no proof. This continues through February. February 13, 2001:
> I travel to New York to visit my boyfriend. I have developed a painful ear infection and a cold because of having gone to the beach the month before. While I am in New York the audio volume is what seems to be at maximum, the voices are now deeper and continually telling me that they are Satan, and they want to see me die, they proclaim that they want me to jump off of a building, they go as far as informing me that my boyfriend is Satan and that I will give birth to Satan's child. At this point, I am seeing crude pink and blue images of people in pain, screaming, but in still frames. These are most clearly seen when my eyes are closed. The blue and pink do merge to form clear purple images in some instances, but basically it acts like a slow-scan poorly composited video.

> March 13, 2001:
> I move to New York to attempt to pursue my career. I live at first in Jersey, where for two days I experience maximum volume. (During one day, I experienced loss of equilibrium and slight vibrations in my teeth) Shortly thereafter I move into Manhattan, 181st street area, the volume is not as loud here. Several times I am awakened by them muttering nonsense very loudly. (A few weeks after having moved into Manhattan, I am awakened one night, by a surge of 'light' in my eyes, and what feels to be a slight vibrational surge in my teeth there was no light source active in the room at that time)

> July 2001:
> (An incident I had previously not regarded, but I figure it should be documented.) I am walking down 57th avenue to reach a subway, as I am walking a black homeless man with dreadlocks takes pace behind me, and begins to shout in Spanish "Leave her alone! Leave her alone!" He acts as if he were swatting gnats and is close behind me, I turn around, several people around me, he makes eye contact, slightly grins and walks away. I travel to New Hampshire with my boyfriend and discover that the 'voices' are not nearly as strong, they are interlaced by mass amounts of what I could call 'static', but they are still present. I have noted that shortly after arriving in New York, I would experience a high pitch tone, or a quick amplification of a digital tone, which would quickly diminish.

> August 2001:
> I travel to Miami, Florida, where I notice that the "voices" are no longer constant, but rather, have a 1 second interval for every 25 seconds. With some static. Sometimes clear voices, sometimes not.

> September 29, 2001:
> A brief conversation with a friend reveals that he is hearing a single male voice intermittently, it is telling him to kill himself (in Spanish).

> October 11, 2001:
> My significant other is now hearing sounds within sounds, he is hearing the sound of his cell phone inside of the audio coming from the television. He perceives it as odd, I have tried to keep my actions towards him as being not related to these voices and keep the subject matter at bay as much as I could, so not to influence anyone into experiencing the same thing. (that night, I watched him try to go to sleep after not having slept the night before due to work, I noticed that the voices were were functioning at very high decibels, my teeth were almost vibrating, he was reacting as if he were hearing them, I focused on my computer, and shortly thereafter realized that the voices and vibrations had recessed, and he had finally fallen fast asleep)

> April 17, 2001:
> Up to date, I have done a great deal of research, in the beginning I had a wide amount of subject matter to consider from seemed to be the likely to the bizarre, I don't doubt some of my studying could be deemed as preposterous and farfetched ranging from extraterrestial tampering, microwave related illness, infrasound, ultrasonics, ultra-wide band, ELF,EHF, to Porphyria, but then again the reality of all that I have encountered thus far fits right into the scenario of preposterous and farfetched. Currently I have centered my research around infrasound. My research has been centralized in reading, I have adopted caution with any information that I come across before even considering it as a course of action. Thus far, starting from February of this year, I have experienced three blackouts and the 'auditory hallucinations' are just a continuous barrage of insults, which have become easy enough to ignore except at the times that I am alone in my room, or there is a silent environment which is closed off from the exterior. The blackouts are not an issue I had dealt with in the past. One major change which has lessened the occurrence of the vibrations has been to remove all metallic fillings. In closing, a faceless perpetrator is dangerous by that simple fact, but accounts such as these on this website now including my own not having undergone serious consideration is a frightening realization that the individuals who are attempting to corrupt, manipulate, and destroy reaching as many as they can are being freely allowed to do so.