Looking for ghosts

I am going places, looking for ghosts

Off and on I have had encounters with various people in my area. I live around Northwest Indiana. It was spooky. But people were actually following me from store to store. I know I sound crazy. I am fairly logical. I really don’t know how there were in places before I got there. That is the spooky part. I was thinking my Android smart phone was compromised. I would be upset that my phone has been tampered with. I really don’t know who or how these people were tracking me.

Going forward

Going forward, I simply goto the grocery store like normal. To the deli counter. I still make chit chat. Try to  be social. I think the people tracking me could be my friends. I hope they did or will come to me in friendship. I had done nothing against anyone. I feel that people may think I did something wrong? As far  as I know I am an honest, law abiding US Citizen. There were times over the years I felt that I was being forced out of the United States. Like I was the one who had to run away for whatever reason. I felt guilty about something I had no idea what to feel guilty about. I felt this  guilt for decades.

How I think it started

I think it started many decades ago. I ran away from the Chicagoland area a few times. Very first time I ran away from my South suburban home was via Amtrak “Empire Builder”. I forget the year. I somehow got myself to Union Station in Chicago. Took a train to Seattle. My family did not know I had left. My plan was to run away to Seattle. I got to Seattle and I felt people were waiting for me. I managed to get as far as a Youth Hostel. I felt people were there waiting for me. I got scared and left. I got back on the Amtrak to Chicago. Along being on that train, I felt the man next to me was assigned to be my body guard. Dunno. I got back to Union Station and my family was there to greet me.

History

Ever since that Seattle trip, I think some how my name got out among certain people. Not sure. I had run away to other places after that. Canada twice, Mexico once. Australia once. I may have a photographic memory. I can remember details from each of these trips. For Australia I know I did not get a visa. They (the Austriala government) let me proceed to Sydney. I felt that trip higher powers were in play. Higher government powers.

My history

I suppose I have a history of events. It’s my baggage that I do keep in memory. I know how one could  be surveilled in modern society. You would be surprised at how small spy cameras are and where they can put them if you area  target of a group of people. I suppose  being a target of surveillance so many times over the decades, I kinda know what to look for. I am sure certain people have lots of hidden spy camera footage of me.