Voices in my head

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Personal life story about gangstalking

Submitted: August 18, 2016

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Submitted: August 18, 2016

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I wanted to share with everyone my story about being a targeted Individual my name is Mohamed from California and the past 2 years have been unbelievable and I am still living in this nightmare that I cant wake up from. Apart from my dad calling me an embarassment to society, my siblings swore never to see them as well as me and my beautiful wife of 10 years were seperated exactly 1 year yesterday and all them telling me I am an embarassment thank Allah for my Mother because if she didnt give me the love and phone calls asking me how I been.  I probably wouldnt be here today writing about all this. Growing up as a child we are all taught about protecting yourself as you grow...you got to make money or you will be homeless and as well and you must respect everyone for respect back which all these are crucial in order for anyone to survive in the U.S. or anywhere in the world but growing up no one ever warned me about these gangstalkers, What I mean by this was I never heard about not one story in news medSoor people if you heard of this in news  I could see any problem ahead time and take care of it quick but when I was witnessing gang stalking happening to me for the first time as meaning when they chose me as a ti I did not look at the warning signs that couldve save my marriage save my relationship with my father who at 72 I truley wish everyday I could just sit with him and we could watch football which he loves to do.it was if there was a place and time worst than hell than this was that. See what had happen was I lost my job at Sams club due arguments with co workers and found a job a night shift security thinking it was just my luck then one night and june 26th 2014 might I also mention at this point my entire family wont talk to me and my wife went to Yemen with her mom because of me apparently and the whole time I was still thinking ok I just have problems everybody has problems I just got deal with them. Then halfway through my shift I heard all sudden heard voices we hacked your brain so I got very paranoid I took flash light and search all over the establishment but nothing but they didnt stop talking to me. I looked everywhere and nothing and I went inside my car and turned on my car the voices were still talking to me saying we hacked your brain you cant hide we took your wife hostage just saying the worst things and I could hear them clear and I remember just repeating over and over gradually louder and louder "what is happening to me" they would reply "we hacked your brain" I went home that morning I was alone they kept saying "what the h### is wrong with you say something I know you can hear me" they said dumbass were inside your brain. I junped out my bed went outside in my boxers looking for anything a speaker a helicopter I was begging Allah please help me what is this. The voices were 24 hours 7 days a week just saying things I have done in the past mistakes I have made and the possible list of suspects who did this to me I try to ignore but it was usless whether I used loud music headphones anything when I state 24/7 I mean that it was literaly 24 hours 7 days a week even when I would catch myself half asleep I would hear them talking to me which at that point got me very worrysome. Then they started to give me details that I should start researching gangstalking I thought ok. And the tactics I started to realize were being done to me for awhile I was dumbfounded and while the whole time not just 1 but numerous voices were laughing and slandering me as well as always talking to me with big egos like no matter what they are always right and I was the meance to society. I mean i soon fell victimized and had to answer back at them because there was no solution to this meaning I would be in different cities, cars or houses the voices were there while in bathroom while eating while trying to sleep while to to think about how I am going to get my wife that I miss so much even up to today I do I shed so many tears because how much I love her and wish we could bbe together. I couldnt focus I got so mad at the voices that I was thinking of anything to just please leave me alone why me I am a stereotypical nobody from the eastbay of California with not that much money trying to enjoy  life. They did not stop and eventually I lost my job as security guard and I was fighting the voices constant they loved playing music they started calling me a rapper and everytime I would see a lady in public or anything at all they have certain parts of songs like a dj in sort of a way which sometimes in their twisted game I found humor in that. So weeks being unemployed my father ask me to viset him the whole drive there thw voices were like " noooo noooo dont go there you better bot go there" I felt so lost I right away told him that I was like pops look I am not crazy but I am hearing voices and I think someone is playing a sick joke on me and suddenly a week later my mom and my baby sister who I love and would do anything to make both of them happy came to me crying saying to go with them to put myself in phsych Emergency which was really hard for me not to lie because my father taught me better than that so I went I told the phsych yes I am hearing voices she looked at me with a very saddened face all of sudden and said it might be schizophrenia which I am thinking the reality if this could be true I was like ok I am 28 never heard voices in my head ever in my life prior to june 26 2014. But they really didnt care for what i had to say or felt after I told them that they sent me in a room with 10 beds for patients and gave me some pills which I took on for sake keeping my moma from not crying again on my name and the voices were still harassing me while i was in the phych bed. I got out after I awoke but needless to say voices didnt stop. They made it impossible for me to live there and now I moved because nothing was getting better in my life whatsoever my father was slandering me more and more about how much he just wants me to do good which was to me a pretty vague statement because what is the definition of good. So i moved to Modesto alone while seperated from my wife and not to mention my 2 sons who they said its best I not speak to them for now until I can fix myself. While at this point ok I was to to grasp on to life and get back my loving family but these voices just made to difficult. But it got worst And 2 weeks in Modesto while working with my Uncle in a Smoke shop, these 2 strangers came in looking very normal quiet as kept but one of them joking manner mention something about drinking alcohol while working and looked at me while my Uncle was looking at him and started laughing and I didnt know who this guy was but I understood at that point how it worked because trust the voices didnt leave any part of my day alone everything they would talk about to the extreme proportion from how I showered to how I used to bathroom to how I made my bed. My father owned a grocery store which wasnt to shabby my brother worked with him and my brother told me once hey man what were you doing over by the the water or marina last night street and I implied I wasnt there which is notorious for nothing but people there to use drugs or drink he said bullshit because a customer came in and said hey I saw you at marina last night on 10th becuase although 10 years apart we looked like twins so apparalently someone came in and told my brother they saw him on there not saying me directly so it doesnt look like he is purposely trying to say this then my brother like oh that was probably Mohamed because we look alike. Cant lose track so back with my uncle a week later he is very mad at me when I ask why he said someone came in his smoke shop and said that Mohamed wanted some drugs so he brought and told my uncle to give it to me. So i soon found my self with absolutely no friends no family.I found work in the Almond Milk warehouse but with the voices constant and then some co workers all sudden start picking the most petty of fights with me so that last 2 months as of today I am still holding on to a job but these voices I am trying to tell you these voices make me feel like I mention before I am in a nightmare I cannot wake up please someone I am trying to cope with my life I sold my car thinking the voices would go away not to mention every day my car had either a new scratch or tire slash and one day busted the windows while not taking the cash I had only taking my insurance card and car registration so new window $150 and registration 20 but damn As I get use to being alone soth these voices and I would go to Starbucks or Walmart and just look around at the public how I would envy them that they dont have to go through this if they only knew what I was going through maybe they could help but now who is going to help me with this I try to stay strong but as the days go by without my lovely wife or my 2 sons my Pursuit Of Happiness is getting weaker everyday and I dont know how much of this torture I can withhold but now all i got now is voices in my head and a car payment every month and now that the only one job that i could hold is through ridesharing apps which means I have to drive a lot but its seems to be getting worst because through a 8 hours of driving I seem to run into an average of 30 or mores cars behind me with their high beams on blinding purposely and I even saw one at night as he switch lanes turn off his highbeams as well as I have gotten into 2 car accidents while trying to switch lanes and someone came in my blind spot while the voices are yelling at me. Then I also feel like its hard especially when I would look around me sometimes and I see people I never met before look and me and start to make a digusted look on their face and the voices in my head said hey hes a gangstalker so I feel like I really cant go anywhere because I have worked out in Sacramento they are their with high beams if I start to make lane chanhe the car I was pulling in front of would almost always speed up well over speed limet to make sure not let me pass while lowering their windows yelling "Crazy"  and when I got work San jose I feel like this is the Capitol of gangstalkers because over there I was feeling like it was every 2 or 3rd car on the road with me at that time Where I stay at now in Central Valley theres some but as many as those 2 cities  and I started to put the peices together and I could tell the voices in my head were setting me up so I would have to run into these gangstalkers like the one they do every morning when I walk to my car which was in a parking lot a car would almost hit me but not quite So9 at first I think ok just wreckless driver but this is every morning but a difderent person different vehicle and the voices in my head at times when they need me to hurry up they would tell me where I put my keys if I had forgotten something I needed and I would feel like I must hurry and at times they would start talking about how much my wife and family hate me it would bring me down and they would start yelling which definately slowed me down at at some times make me feel like I shouldnt even go outside but today I can say although the voices are still here I do wish for a solution soon please this story is my life as a targeted Individual and yes we live in Democracy where popular rules I cannot find resources or help so I can deal with this torture So all I can tell whoever reads my story is take care of yourselves and dont let pitty people disguised as freindly neighbors or strangers in public places delegate how important love for family is they are professional and they love to break up happy homes I love you Mom dad and my wife Gwen I miss you Mohamed


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