Ryan cosplays a gang-stalking victim

I'm afraid I'm going to jump around a lot with dates in this story and it won't be in chronological order, but mostly I want to share the times I felt scared for my life, because everything else is repairable. If this part of the story doesn't come first, there may not be a follow up blog post. 

My lease at Halcyon started April 1, 2025, but I'd been sick and probably didn't move in until April 10 or April 12. 

Immediately a lot of weird & scary stuff started happening on my devices and around the building. The front desk staff refused to acknowledge it and my roommate played the same game until I kicked him out. 

So by the time this conversation with Ryan happens I'd been  living alone in the apartment (actually almost all of building 1000 was almost totally vacant except for me)

Date: Early late June/Early July 2024

One of the many unnerving things was seeing my phone contacts constantly disappearing & re-appearing. Information I'd included on the name card would change ever so slightly without my input.

I scrolled through (my carefully curated stalker approved) contact list searching for who might be able give me some explanation for what was happening.

I called Ryan first, because there was a V next to his name card. My last name starts with a V, I was hoping it was a clue or a hint (spoiler: it wasn't)

Ryan was the first time I heard the word gang-stalking (from a human). 

*if we can call Ryan that. 

He brought up the phrase before I'd even had a chance to tell him I was being stalked.

TikTok's algorithm had been coincidently (read :"coincidently")  pushing gang-stalking content at me just before the phone call.

I'd scrolled past it, because it sounded like the kinda conversation people have when they're 4 hrs into a blunt rotation. A nightmare blunt rotation.

It was mostly A.I. generated videos of seemingly unrelated people ganging up on one victim, sometimes just for entertainment, sometimes there was some defined deep state motive. 

Ryan said he'd been a victim of it himself. He said rich people just put names in a hat, shake it up and then choose a target. Like Squid Games.

He speculated I'd been chipped (like a dog I guess), I didn't shut down his theory because someone def had my GPS location (from my phone tho duh).  

He taught me the word "street theatre". He said it meant strangers were paid to act odd & scary in public places that he'd frequent. 

Ryan is from a suburb just North of New York City, I'd moved to South Carolina from Brooklyn. Strangers acting odd and scary in public places in big cities isn't anything to view as a personal attack (unless you're schizophrenic).

He said he'd moved several times to escape and finally he'd confronted the ringleader (he had 80 gang-stalkers total) and it stopped, but since I was regularly calling him,  now his phone was showing signs of being tapped again. 

I wasn't totally buying his story, but he was the only person that hadn't dismissed my stalking as mental illness. So I kept calling him. Sharing what I was experiencing. 

His whole vibe changed, when I sent him screenshots of the google docs files that were mysteriously shared to my account though. He barked at me that I must to be on drugs. 

"Do you have a history of using drugs, meth exc?",  he said.

I said "huh, I can pass a drug test right now."

His over the top reaction to me sharing hard evidence, was proof in my mind that  he'd made the whole thing up. But I kept calling him (because I was very sad & lonely), but also hoping he'd slip up and share something useful.

And despite our little head-butt about me being high on meth/not being high on meth, we agreed I was  probably being harassed by some nefarious entity (def the police, but maybe other people), and that was enough for me.

I searched for audiobooks and podcasts on true crime, and started listening to Tom O'Neil's interview on MKUltra. (a great interview, but that's besides the point here).

I called Ryan repeating my sad swan song, "no one is taking me seriously, I'm scared whawhawhawhawhawha". 

I could tell he was tired of hearing about this, but said something alone the lines of "well no one is taking you seriously cause they've all been MKultra'd"

I'm was only 10 minutes into the interview at the time so I didn't really know how police refusing to respond to my 911 calls is a symptom of MKUltra, but I played along.

I told him about the speakers playing music from my soundcloud in the vacant apartment in the first floor and the one directly underneath me. 

I told him how I'd heard a baby crying when I'd first moved in. There were no other tenants in the building then so I'd thought (at the time) my biological clock was ticking so hard I was hearing babies, but was now aware someone must've played it from a speaker. 

I can hear him getting irritated with me and he says firmly, "there's speakers in your brain most likely." 

I felt my stomach going full panic cause it was such a ridiculous lie I was afraid he must be extremely detached from reality to even entertain it.

Instead of calling him out on it, I politely hung up the phone, and we kept our conversations light after that.

We made tentative plans to hangout, even though I wasn't really enthusiastic to see him after how weird he'd acted, but also I didn't have drivers license and just wanted someone to take me somewhere.

But he got weirder. He wanted to go boating, like really wanted to go boating. 

One fun fact about me is I can't really swim, it's pretty firmly in my google data report that I'm not going to last long in choppy ocean waters.

To be continued....