Experts from "My Life Changed Forever: The Years I Have Lost as a Target of Organized Stalking" # 4
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from Chapter Four. 1999 - 2003: City C
"I had the same hope of finally getting away from this awful nightmare when Mark’s new job took us to the City C area. I don’t know why I thought there might be a chance it would end when it had followed us on every trip and on a previous out-of-state move. I really hoped and prayed it would stop with this move. We bought a house that would be ready in about 5 months, and this necessitated moving into an apartment during that time.
Strange things did begin to happen, even in the temporary apartment. One evening in November, 1999, I looked out through the shades of the bedroom windows. There was a woman standing in the parking lot outside our window. She was just standing there, as if she were trying to hear something. When she saw me looking out, she immediately started walking fast and then running across the parking lot. It was dark, but it appeared that she ran toward one of the other buildings in the apartment complex. I believe it looked like the wife of Anthony Hanson. I was able to see an Internet picture of her from information a private investigator gave me (see below).
There was a tall woman with very long, straight hair in one of the buildings this woman was running toward that night. She looked like the same woman I had seen on other occasions in City A and City B. She also looked very much like the woman I would meet at a luncheon a few years later. I only saw her by accident one day when I left the apartment complex and then immediately drove back in through another entrance. She had apparently left her apartment right after I did and got into a car. I later got the license plate number (New Jersey) as well as another New Jersey plate, which belonged to a man who I believe also lived in the same apartment. There may not have been a connection, but I was looking for anything that might help. This apartment complex had a number of furnished apartments for people working in the city short-term or for people who were relocating and might need temporary housing on a month-to-month basis.
I decided to go see a private investigator. The whole story is so hard to believe that I decided to start with a small step. Since I believed that one of the common denominators was Anthony Hanson, I hired the investigator to do a background search on him. There wasn’t anything too helpful in his background, but the search showed that his current home and place of work were in City X. It also identified his wife, Rachel Jones Hanson. She was affiliated with a university in State X. When I checked the university’s website, it showed her picture. I was surprised when I realized that she appeared to have been the woman who had watched Cindy’s dance class in City A, and I could also swear that she was the woman who was standing outside our apartment in City C.
It still seemed that Anthony Hanson, maybe his wife, and two rather tall, thin women were involved in all of this. That would be in addition to all the hundreds (or thousands) of stalker group members who seemed to follow us everywhere and carry out many of the other things they did.
We moved into our house in March, 2000, and one night in April, 2000, I fell out of bed in the middle of the night and broke my toe. One reason this is so very strange is that I have never fallen out of bed in my life, either before that night or after. I have never walked in my sleep, either. That night, for some unknown reason, I apparently crawled to the end of the bed and crawled right off the bed. As I was stepping off the end of the bed, my right foot caught between the footboard and the mattress, and it basically snapped all my toes, breaking one toe and badly bruising the others. I fell hard to the ground, but when I woke up, I again felt as if I had been drugged. I really think that it was only the painful fall that woke me up at all. With as much pain as I was in, I still felt compelled to climb back into bed and go to sleep. I was so very sleepy that I wasn’t fully aware of what had happened. Mark never woke up, even when I was crying out in pain. I later realized that he must have been drugged also. The next day, Mark had no recollection of any of it.
As my memory of that night slowly started to come back, sort of in flashbacks, I remember seeing two men in the room after I climbed back into bed. One was in the corner behind a chair, and the other was standing in the doorway. It was dark, and I immediately went back to sleep only to awake in the morning with three very swollen and sore toes. It is not like me to have been so groggy, and after having broken my foot, it seems highly unlikely that I’d simply climb back in bed to go to sleep. As I said, it was also not like me to climb off the end of the bed while I was asleep.
We went to an urgent care center the next day, and X-rays showed that only one toe was broken. My toes were taped, and I wore a special shoe for weeks, and it took several months for the toe to heal. The circumstances of that night still haunt me. The day after it happened, I found two windows unlocked on the first floor at the back of the house. At the time, there were just empty lots behind us, so someone could have come in that way without being seen. Our windows had no security system sensors on them, although that really doesn’t seem to matter.
Over the course of six years, I woke up to see two men in the bedroom several times, and this was the third house where it had happened. Those are just the times when I had distinct memories of something happening. Each time, it felt like I had been drugged, and I could barely remember it. I always felt so groggy that I went back to sleep, even though I would later remember that there were strangers in the room, and I wondered why I was too tired to do anything about it. The closest thing I can compare it to is the feeling of coming out of anesthesia after surgery. This time was especially disturbing, not just because of my broken toe but because it made me think about the possibility that once Mark and I were drugged, one or both of these men may have told me to get out of bed and walk somewhere. What if they had done this before and I was just lucky enough not to injure myself? What in the world were they doing?
This house in City C was the first house where I had a locksmith install bolt locks on the inside of each exterior door. This is the type of lock that locks from the inside and has no key for entry on the exterior. As I said earlier, the day after this happened, I found two unlocked windows (double hung type) on the first floor. I can only assume that intruders came in when we were not there and unlocked the windows in preparation for this night. When we were gone from the house, intruders had entered many times when the security system was armed, and all the doors were locked.
As was true in City A and City B, there were numerous incidents that revealed that our house and my car were entered when we were not there. At this point, I had not filed any police reports because nothing was ever missing and there was no proof. Several times when I left the house, I locked the doorknob and the deadbolt on the door that led from the house to the garage. When I returned, only the doorknob was locked, which was easier to do since it didn’t require a key to lock it. Sometimes the kitchen table was moved out of place slightly. Whoever was doing this was not always very careful. My computer was moved on several occasions. Light fixtures, phones and televisions were also moved slightly, cables loosened, etc. On occasion, window shades would be shut when I had left them open. I especially noticed this when I went to an appointment confirmed by telephone, such as a hair appointment or a medical appointment. I would say that during the years this has been going on, there have been hundreds of times that I found evidence of intruder having been in the house."
"Our home in City A did not have a security system. By the time we moved to City B, we had a monitored system. During our two and a half years there, the security company called several times to report trouble with our system. We received several calls in the middle of the night saying that they had a report that our system had switched to battery backup, meaning that the electricity was not working. I don’t know exactly how the intruders bypassed the system in City B, but they did. I can only assume that it had to do with shutting off some or all of the electricity to our house.
However, I do know how they initially attempted to get around the system in City C. In December of 2000, I received a call from the security company that someone was tampering with our system. A tampering signal had been sent to the monitoring system regarding our wireless remote. The security company representative asked me to do a few tests from the keypad, and then she asked me about the wireless remote. I told her that we didn’t have a wireless remote, but she was sure that they had issued one to us, and she sent a technician out. He found that our system had been set up to work with a wireless remote opener. The remote opener would disarm the system without the need for a code! The control box in the basement had come from the factory with that set to “off,” and someone had to change it to “on” to work with a remote. The technician again disabled the remote function.
Both in City B and in City C, we continually had people tell us that they called our home number and got the sound of a fax machine. I even had it happen to me a few times when I had reason to call home. I could often hear someone else on the line, but at that time, the phone company had only found one illegal wiretap, or intercept, on our line. A few times, I hit the redial button for last number that called, and I got a number I had never called or even recognized! Since 1994, we have had way too many strange things happen with our phones. In 2000, I updated my alumni information online for a university I attended. They were trying to get everyone to update their information for a new alumni directory. A few months later, I went online to confirm the information, and someone had changed my home phone number to what turned out to be a fax machine in New Jersey! I actually called the number, (908) XXX-XXXX, to see how there could have been such a mix-up, and a fax machine answered. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a connection to all the people who had tried to call us and got a fax machine. Anyone with my social security number could have logged on to my university information, and I know that my stalkers definitely had that, plus much more. I did check with the university, and they said they would never change someone’s phone number.
About a year after we moved into our house, I noticed a leak under the kitchen sink. This was not an ordinary leak but obviously a man-made leak. Every time any water would go through the PVC pipe under the sink, some would drip out of a small hole in the side of the pipe. I called the plumber, and he said someone had to have made the hole with a drill because it wouldn’t just appear like that. It was a perfectly round hole, and he said it would have to have been made by a very small drill bit. He asked if we were sure we had not done any work under the sink. It was almost comical to think that we would do some work under our kitchen sink and accidentally drill a perfect hole through our water pipe! I assured him we had not and that I had no idea how the hole appeared there, and I asked if he would please fix it. Of course I knew how the hole had appeared there, as it was a classic malicious act of our stalkers. I’m sure the stalkers were having a good laugh about it since things like that are how they amuse themselves.
In September, 2000, we bought a new SUV. I was the one who usually drove it. One day, I got in the car, and there was a single screw on the driver’s side floor. I then noticed that the plastic molding around the driver’s side dashboard looked like it had been removed. It looked the way it might look if someone removed the dashboard cover to install a CD player or put in a new radio. However, nothing like that had been done to this car. I know it did not look that way the last time I was in it. So why had someone taken the dashboard cover off on this car? At that point, I figured it had something to do with a hidden listening device or GPS. Somehow, people figured out where I was whenever I drove anywhere.
This same SUV was keyed along one side while it was still very new. The stalkers have been very consistent in making sure that any new cars we have brought or leased have been dinged and scratched several times during the first month or so. Damage and flat tires continued after that. Of course, these types of things can happen to anyone at any time, but we have had so many flat tires and damage to our vehicles since the stalking began that it is way too much to be just random mishaps.
In March, 2001, Mark, Cindy and I, as well as Mark’s two brothers, all went to State D to visit Mark’s parents in the City D area. One day, we made reservations by phone for dinner that night at a restaurant by the ocean. Just moments after we were seated, a man who I believe was Dr. Anthony Hanson walked in. He was with a woman, and they were seated at a nearby table. I had not seen him for several years, but if it wasn’t him, it could have been his brother. He had the same build and the same hair color. It looked just like him. After dinner, I went to the restroom, and just as I came out of the stall to wash my hands, there was the tall, slender woman whom I felt I had seen several times before - in different cities! I was so surprised that for a moment, it seemed as if I had lost my ability to speak. I couldn’t even figure out how to turn on the faucet. She just stood there and told me that she had just had the same problem when she was in the restroom earlier, and she turned on the faucet for me. I was in total shock and really couldn’t speak. At that time, we were over a thousand miles from home, and two of the people I believed were involved in the stalking game were both at the same restaurant. I went back to our table, and we left a short while later. The man (probably Dr. Hanson) and the woman he was with left a minute before us, but they were waiting outside when we left. I have no idea why I didn’t say anything to the woman in the restroom, but I always assume that if I say something, the person will completely deny that we have ever run into each other or met before. The scary thing here is that our reservations for dinner out that evening were made on the phone of Mark’s parents, in their home. So, most likely, their phone or home was also bugged.
Things kept happening in our house. There was evidence of computer use, lights messed with, the door not double locked when we returned even though it had been double locked when we left, and a window shade closed when I had left it open. I wanted to confront the person I thought was stalking me, or at least the person I believed had somehow been involved from the start. Sometime in the fall of 2001, I called the home number for Dr. Anthony Hanson in City X. The number was in his wife’s maiden name (Jones), but it showed up on the background check from the private investigator I had hired. I talked to his wife. She said he wasn’t there at that time and asked if she could take a message. I told her my name and asked if it sounded familiar. She said no. I then asked her if she and/or her husband had been in the City C area in the past few years, and she refused to answer. She said I would have to ask her husband, and she wasn’t going to answer any more questions. I said it was an easy question to answer; the answer was either “yes” or “no.” She declined to answer.
The following day I called again, and I talked to Dr. Hanson. He denied having been in City C in the past twenty years, and he wondered why I would ask such a “cryptic” question. I told him that someone was spying on me or stalking me, and he said he didn’t have any knowledge of it whatsoever. He seemed surprised that I had his phone number and asked me how I got the number. I didn’t answer him. That was the end of the conversation, and I have never called there again. His unlisted phone number (listed only under his wife’s maiden name) seems to fit my impression of him. He seems overly concerned with his own privacy, even though he is a medical doctor, and he has little or no concern for the privacy of anyone else.
It was May, 2002. Mark went to a city a few hours away to see Cindy compete in the state high school track tournament. I decided to stay home. They were gone all day Friday and got home very late Saturday night. On Friday, I went out to run errands and then came home for the evening. Sometime after midnight, I awoke to hear voices outside. The garage was right under the bedroom, and I later realized the voices were probably coming from there. I didn’t get up at the time because I thought that it must be our neighbors out in their yard or coming home. On Saturday, I got in my car (the SUV) to do some shopping, and I started to back out of the garage when I realized one of my tires was completely flat! It had been fine when I returned on Friday. Of course, I would never be able to prove it. I had AAA put on my spare, and then I went to the tire store, where I had to spend most of Saturday waiting for my car. The AAA driver said he didn’t see how I drove the car home from wherever I got the flat. They found a screw in the tire and were able to patch it. After having had this happen so many times, I felt so vulnerable and insecure. I was very sure at that point that the voices I had heard the night before were the people (probably the two men) jamming a screw into my tire in the garage.
One Saturday later that year, Mark, Cindy and I went to a large home show exhibition in downtown City C. We were probably there for a couple of hours. As we were working our way toward the exit, something caught my ear, and I turned around as we were walking. There was Anthony Hanson walking between two other men just several feet behind us! He immediately looked the other way and walked over to an exhibit. We kept walking and left. When we got out to our car (we drove my SUV), it had a big dent in one of the front doors. It looked more like someone had hit it with a hammer than a ding from a car door. Was that another random mishap?"
Sullivan, Elizabeth. My Life Changed Forever: The Years I Have Lost as a Target of Organized Stalking. Infinity Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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from Chapter Four. 1999 - 2003: City C
"I had the same hope of finally getting away from this awful nightmare when Mark’s new job took us to the City C area. I don’t know why I thought there might be a chance it would end when it had followed us on every trip and on a previous out-of-state move. I really hoped and prayed it would stop with this move. We bought a house that would be ready in about 5 months, and this necessitated moving into an apartment during that time.
Strange things did begin to happen, even in the temporary apartment. One evening in November, 1999, I looked out through the shades of the bedroom windows. There was a woman standing in the parking lot outside our window. She was just standing there, as if she were trying to hear something. When she saw me looking out, she immediately started walking fast and then running across the parking lot. It was dark, but it appeared that she ran toward one of the other buildings in the apartment complex. I believe it looked like the wife of Anthony Hanson. I was able to see an Internet picture of her from information a private investigator gave me (see below).
There was a tall woman with very long, straight hair in one of the buildings this woman was running toward that night. She looked like the same woman I had seen on other occasions in City A and City B. She also looked very much like the woman I would meet at a luncheon a few years later. I only saw her by accident one day when I left the apartment complex and then immediately drove back in through another entrance. She had apparently left her apartment right after I did and got into a car. I later got the license plate number (New Jersey) as well as another New Jersey plate, which belonged to a man who I believe also lived in the same apartment. There may not have been a connection, but I was looking for anything that might help. This apartment complex had a number of furnished apartments for people working in the city short-term or for people who were relocating and might need temporary housing on a month-to-month basis.
I decided to go see a private investigator. The whole story is so hard to believe that I decided to start with a small step. Since I believed that one of the common denominators was Anthony Hanson, I hired the investigator to do a background search on him. There wasn’t anything too helpful in his background, but the search showed that his current home and place of work were in City X. It also identified his wife, Rachel Jones Hanson. She was affiliated with a university in State X. When I checked the university’s website, it showed her picture. I was surprised when I realized that she appeared to have been the woman who had watched Cindy’s dance class in City A, and I could also swear that she was the woman who was standing outside our apartment in City C.
It still seemed that Anthony Hanson, maybe his wife, and two rather tall, thin women were involved in all of this. That would be in addition to all the hundreds (or thousands) of stalker group members who seemed to follow us everywhere and carry out many of the other things they did.
We moved into our house in March, 2000, and one night in April, 2000, I fell out of bed in the middle of the night and broke my toe. One reason this is so very strange is that I have never fallen out of bed in my life, either before that night or after. I have never walked in my sleep, either. That night, for some unknown reason, I apparently crawled to the end of the bed and crawled right off the bed. As I was stepping off the end of the bed, my right foot caught between the footboard and the mattress, and it basically snapped all my toes, breaking one toe and badly bruising the others. I fell hard to the ground, but when I woke up, I again felt as if I had been drugged. I really think that it was only the painful fall that woke me up at all. With as much pain as I was in, I still felt compelled to climb back into bed and go to sleep. I was so very sleepy that I wasn’t fully aware of what had happened. Mark never woke up, even when I was crying out in pain. I later realized that he must have been drugged also. The next day, Mark had no recollection of any of it.
As my memory of that night slowly started to come back, sort of in flashbacks, I remember seeing two men in the room after I climbed back into bed. One was in the corner behind a chair, and the other was standing in the doorway. It was dark, and I immediately went back to sleep only to awake in the morning with three very swollen and sore toes. It is not like me to have been so groggy, and after having broken my foot, it seems highly unlikely that I’d simply climb back in bed to go to sleep. As I said, it was also not like me to climb off the end of the bed while I was asleep.
We went to an urgent care center the next day, and X-rays showed that only one toe was broken. My toes were taped, and I wore a special shoe for weeks, and it took several months for the toe to heal. The circumstances of that night still haunt me. The day after it happened, I found two windows unlocked on the first floor at the back of the house. At the time, there were just empty lots behind us, so someone could have come in that way without being seen. Our windows had no security system sensors on them, although that really doesn’t seem to matter.
Over the course of six years, I woke up to see two men in the bedroom several times, and this was the third house where it had happened. Those are just the times when I had distinct memories of something happening. Each time, it felt like I had been drugged, and I could barely remember it. I always felt so groggy that I went back to sleep, even though I would later remember that there were strangers in the room, and I wondered why I was too tired to do anything about it. The closest thing I can compare it to is the feeling of coming out of anesthesia after surgery. This time was especially disturbing, not just because of my broken toe but because it made me think about the possibility that once Mark and I were drugged, one or both of these men may have told me to get out of bed and walk somewhere. What if they had done this before and I was just lucky enough not to injure myself? What in the world were they doing?
This house in City C was the first house where I had a locksmith install bolt locks on the inside of each exterior door. This is the type of lock that locks from the inside and has no key for entry on the exterior. As I said earlier, the day after this happened, I found two unlocked windows (double hung type) on the first floor. I can only assume that intruders came in when we were not there and unlocked the windows in preparation for this night. When we were gone from the house, intruders had entered many times when the security system was armed, and all the doors were locked.
As was true in City A and City B, there were numerous incidents that revealed that our house and my car were entered when we were not there. At this point, I had not filed any police reports because nothing was ever missing and there was no proof. Several times when I left the house, I locked the doorknob and the deadbolt on the door that led from the house to the garage. When I returned, only the doorknob was locked, which was easier to do since it didn’t require a key to lock it. Sometimes the kitchen table was moved out of place slightly. Whoever was doing this was not always very careful. My computer was moved on several occasions. Light fixtures, phones and televisions were also moved slightly, cables loosened, etc. On occasion, window shades would be shut when I had left them open. I especially noticed this when I went to an appointment confirmed by telephone, such as a hair appointment or a medical appointment. I would say that during the years this has been going on, there have been hundreds of times that I found evidence of intruder having been in the house."
"Our home in City A did not have a security system. By the time we moved to City B, we had a monitored system. During our two and a half years there, the security company called several times to report trouble with our system. We received several calls in the middle of the night saying that they had a report that our system had switched to battery backup, meaning that the electricity was not working. I don’t know exactly how the intruders bypassed the system in City B, but they did. I can only assume that it had to do with shutting off some or all of the electricity to our house.
However, I do know how they initially attempted to get around the system in City C. In December of 2000, I received a call from the security company that someone was tampering with our system. A tampering signal had been sent to the monitoring system regarding our wireless remote. The security company representative asked me to do a few tests from the keypad, and then she asked me about the wireless remote. I told her that we didn’t have a wireless remote, but she was sure that they had issued one to us, and she sent a technician out. He found that our system had been set up to work with a wireless remote opener. The remote opener would disarm the system without the need for a code! The control box in the basement had come from the factory with that set to “off,” and someone had to change it to “on” to work with a remote. The technician again disabled the remote function.
Both in City B and in City C, we continually had people tell us that they called our home number and got the sound of a fax machine. I even had it happen to me a few times when I had reason to call home. I could often hear someone else on the line, but at that time, the phone company had only found one illegal wiretap, or intercept, on our line. A few times, I hit the redial button for last number that called, and I got a number I had never called or even recognized! Since 1994, we have had way too many strange things happen with our phones. In 2000, I updated my alumni information online for a university I attended. They were trying to get everyone to update their information for a new alumni directory. A few months later, I went online to confirm the information, and someone had changed my home phone number to what turned out to be a fax machine in New Jersey! I actually called the number, (908) XXX-XXXX, to see how there could have been such a mix-up, and a fax machine answered. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a connection to all the people who had tried to call us and got a fax machine. Anyone with my social security number could have logged on to my university information, and I know that my stalkers definitely had that, plus much more. I did check with the university, and they said they would never change someone’s phone number.
About a year after we moved into our house, I noticed a leak under the kitchen sink. This was not an ordinary leak but obviously a man-made leak. Every time any water would go through the PVC pipe under the sink, some would drip out of a small hole in the side of the pipe. I called the plumber, and he said someone had to have made the hole with a drill because it wouldn’t just appear like that. It was a perfectly round hole, and he said it would have to have been made by a very small drill bit. He asked if we were sure we had not done any work under the sink. It was almost comical to think that we would do some work under our kitchen sink and accidentally drill a perfect hole through our water pipe! I assured him we had not and that I had no idea how the hole appeared there, and I asked if he would please fix it. Of course I knew how the hole had appeared there, as it was a classic malicious act of our stalkers. I’m sure the stalkers were having a good laugh about it since things like that are how they amuse themselves.
In September, 2000, we bought a new SUV. I was the one who usually drove it. One day, I got in the car, and there was a single screw on the driver’s side floor. I then noticed that the plastic molding around the driver’s side dashboard looked like it had been removed. It looked the way it might look if someone removed the dashboard cover to install a CD player or put in a new radio. However, nothing like that had been done to this car. I know it did not look that way the last time I was in it. So why had someone taken the dashboard cover off on this car? At that point, I figured it had something to do with a hidden listening device or GPS. Somehow, people figured out where I was whenever I drove anywhere.
This same SUV was keyed along one side while it was still very new. The stalkers have been very consistent in making sure that any new cars we have brought or leased have been dinged and scratched several times during the first month or so. Damage and flat tires continued after that. Of course, these types of things can happen to anyone at any time, but we have had so many flat tires and damage to our vehicles since the stalking began that it is way too much to be just random mishaps.
In March, 2001, Mark, Cindy and I, as well as Mark’s two brothers, all went to State D to visit Mark’s parents in the City D area. One day, we made reservations by phone for dinner that night at a restaurant by the ocean. Just moments after we were seated, a man who I believe was Dr. Anthony Hanson walked in. He was with a woman, and they were seated at a nearby table. I had not seen him for several years, but if it wasn’t him, it could have been his brother. He had the same build and the same hair color. It looked just like him. After dinner, I went to the restroom, and just as I came out of the stall to wash my hands, there was the tall, slender woman whom I felt I had seen several times before - in different cities! I was so surprised that for a moment, it seemed as if I had lost my ability to speak. I couldn’t even figure out how to turn on the faucet. She just stood there and told me that she had just had the same problem when she was in the restroom earlier, and she turned on the faucet for me. I was in total shock and really couldn’t speak. At that time, we were over a thousand miles from home, and two of the people I believed were involved in the stalking game were both at the same restaurant. I went back to our table, and we left a short while later. The man (probably Dr. Hanson) and the woman he was with left a minute before us, but they were waiting outside when we left. I have no idea why I didn’t say anything to the woman in the restroom, but I always assume that if I say something, the person will completely deny that we have ever run into each other or met before. The scary thing here is that our reservations for dinner out that evening were made on the phone of Mark’s parents, in their home. So, most likely, their phone or home was also bugged.
Things kept happening in our house. There was evidence of computer use, lights messed with, the door not double locked when we returned even though it had been double locked when we left, and a window shade closed when I had left it open. I wanted to confront the person I thought was stalking me, or at least the person I believed had somehow been involved from the start. Sometime in the fall of 2001, I called the home number for Dr. Anthony Hanson in City X. The number was in his wife’s maiden name (Jones), but it showed up on the background check from the private investigator I had hired. I talked to his wife. She said he wasn’t there at that time and asked if she could take a message. I told her my name and asked if it sounded familiar. She said no. I then asked her if she and/or her husband had been in the City C area in the past few years, and she refused to answer. She said I would have to ask her husband, and she wasn’t going to answer any more questions. I said it was an easy question to answer; the answer was either “yes” or “no.” She declined to answer.
The following day I called again, and I talked to Dr. Hanson. He denied having been in City C in the past twenty years, and he wondered why I would ask such a “cryptic” question. I told him that someone was spying on me or stalking me, and he said he didn’t have any knowledge of it whatsoever. He seemed surprised that I had his phone number and asked me how I got the number. I didn’t answer him. That was the end of the conversation, and I have never called there again. His unlisted phone number (listed only under his wife’s maiden name) seems to fit my impression of him. He seems overly concerned with his own privacy, even though he is a medical doctor, and he has little or no concern for the privacy of anyone else.
It was May, 2002. Mark went to a city a few hours away to see Cindy compete in the state high school track tournament. I decided to stay home. They were gone all day Friday and got home very late Saturday night. On Friday, I went out to run errands and then came home for the evening. Sometime after midnight, I awoke to hear voices outside. The garage was right under the bedroom, and I later realized the voices were probably coming from there. I didn’t get up at the time because I thought that it must be our neighbors out in their yard or coming home. On Saturday, I got in my car (the SUV) to do some shopping, and I started to back out of the garage when I realized one of my tires was completely flat! It had been fine when I returned on Friday. Of course, I would never be able to prove it. I had AAA put on my spare, and then I went to the tire store, where I had to spend most of Saturday waiting for my car. The AAA driver said he didn’t see how I drove the car home from wherever I got the flat. They found a screw in the tire and were able to patch it. After having had this happen so many times, I felt so vulnerable and insecure. I was very sure at that point that the voices I had heard the night before were the people (probably the two men) jamming a screw into my tire in the garage.
One Saturday later that year, Mark, Cindy and I went to a large home show exhibition in downtown City C. We were probably there for a couple of hours. As we were working our way toward the exit, something caught my ear, and I turned around as we were walking. There was Anthony Hanson walking between two other men just several feet behind us! He immediately looked the other way and walked over to an exhibit. We kept walking and left. When we got out to our car (we drove my SUV), it had a big dent in one of the front doors. It looked more like someone had hit it with a hammer than a ding from a car door. Was that another random mishap?"
Sullivan, Elizabeth. My Life Changed Forever: The Years I Have Lost as a Target of Organized Stalking. Infinity Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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