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96 black colored military looking helicopter hovering over the leasing office building across from mine. Pointed in a beeline, straight at my front door. (Later research on the ‘net would show that the closest match to the body shape of this thing is a Comanche helicopter.) Oooohhh-kay, I thought, looking around to see if anybody else was hearing this. But there wasn’t a neighbor to be found anywhere. And I promptly went back inside and shut the door. It continued to hover outside and make a racket. As I came back inside, shaken, Tom sat up from bed and asked what was going on. I told him that there was a military helicopter hovering over the next building, pointed at my front door. “WHAT??” He sat up. He wanted to go out and look at it with his binoculars, but I requested that he not do that. I didn’t want him to go out there and put himself in the middle of what I felt was something that had to do with me. Although they already know who he is anyway. But still, there’s no point in going out there and showing himself unnecessarily. I wanted to lay low, not go out there and antagonize anybody. [Different mindset back then. ;)] I kept saying “this isn’t good, this isn’t good...” really scared. The helicopter hovered for about another 30 seconds, then took off. It didn’t hover any other buildings, and it didn’t circle the neighborhood. It just came in, pointed itself at my front door, and hovered there for several minutes until I went out and showed myself off. What’s unusual about this incident: 1) You don’t normally hear about black helicopters flying about urban areas in broad daylight, harassing people. 2) Nobody else noticed this helicopter. Nobody else came out of their apartment. Not one. A huge black military helicopter was hovering over our buildings making an absolute racket at 7 a.m., and nobody even poked their head out to see what was up??? Actually, it kind of doesn’t surprise me. Not one. Black Helicopter, Round 2. May 7, 2003. Tom was back in Iowa at this point, about to hit the road in a few days to drive back to Florida. He’d been back in Iowa for almost five months helping with family issues, so I was back to living alone with my cat. I was getting ready for work, and at 8 a.m. on the nose I heard the distinctive sound of a helicopter approaching outside from the back of my apartment...then stop, hovering very close by. Just going and going and going and Chasing Phantoms i and acknowledged it. Then it left, with no further business.