Chasing Phantoms - Carissa Conti-pages

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95 pendulum later confirmed was not a dream, but an actual memory fragment. I could hear the smirk behind the vile words too. It stopped me in my tracks, and I turned and looked back at the radio, holding my stuff, thinking, “Did I just hear what I thought I heard?!? Am I imagining this???!” And as if to answer my question and dispel any sort of doubts about what was happening here, the voice went on to say something else that was ten times worse. But I can’t remember it now. It was so disturbing that I immediately froze up and went into denial/rejection mode. He said it, shocked me into mental meltdown and I just....blocked it out. Then I turned away from the radio, feeling numb, and went back to my business. So all I have is the knowledge that something was said, but what was said I can no longer remember. It’s been “deleted. ” And the fact that I even have such a capability ae ee we 4 oe 1 Power repeatedly surging. On Halloween night in 2002, Tom was trying to set up our newly purchased web cam so that we could have it on, monitoring us while we slept to deter abductions. Well “coincidentally,” the power kept repeatedly surging/going out that night — six times in fact — interfering with the entire thing. Admittedly, it scared me to no end because that was my mindset back then. Plus I also had that newfound phobia about the power going out. I'd occasionally experienced power glitches in that apartment...but none like that, to that extent. And there hadn’t been any in awhile...not until the night we were trying to set up the new web cam. Well Td The Black Helicopter, Round 1. November 18, 2002. Something woke me up at 7 a.m. on the nose. As I sat up, squinty eyed, thinking “huh??” I realized what it was - there was a very loud military- sounding helicopter outside just going, and going, and going, and going. Hovering. Right next to my building. As I got up to go investigate, walking across my apartment to the front door, my nerves were standing on end and my stomach was sinking, because I already knew. This had to do with me. BUT, before I jumped to any conclusions I needed to see for myself. So I opened the front door and stepped outside and looked up into the bright and sunny and cheerful looking morning. Sure enough there was a large, unmarked, matte- knew. Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e just....blocked it out. says something in itself, to me. Kind of reveals some things.