My cell is roughly eight feet, by nine feet , by eight feet tall. I am both a prisoner here and free to come and go as I please. While here in the cell I am subject to my prison guards constant surveillance and harassment.
The terms of my confinement are like none I have ever heard of or previously experienced. My hope is that by publicising my situation my prisoners will quietly disappear in the same way they first appeared many months ago.
The harassment I am experiencing is primarily in the form of sound. Specifically sound is being used as a weapon against me to cause harm. My prisoners are subjecting me to different types of sound that
I have broken down to three main groups. These are interactive , brain washing and consistent.
To the best of my abilities I am trying to articulate and describe my experiences.
On a typical day I wake up in the morning. The first thing I do is to open my eyes, move an arm or leg. The second I do so I hear a noise. The noise usually comes in the form of a 'ticking' sound. I get out of bed and hear another such sound, and so the day begins and ends. While in my cell I regularly hear these sounds, they correspond with whatever I am doing in the cell, opening a book, typing on a computer , clothing myself. These "synchronous" sounds correspond directly with what ever I am physically doing in my cell.
2. Brain Washing
Other sounds are 'fired' at me, at their peak the can occur many times within any five minute period. These sounds are recordings of specific every day or commonly occurring events. They appear to have a common theme, that is travel. During my time in the cell I am subjected to the sounds of cars, airplanes and trains over and over.
The final body of sounds are I can only described as a low frequency vibration. As such there is no defence against this method of harassment. Filling the cell with other sounds or doing of the opposite wearing ear plugs dose not stop it.
Using the term harassment in this text does not accurately describe my suffering in the cell. I have made arrangements to leave the cell. I do so in an effort to end my suffering , in the hope that I am not swapping one old cell for a new one.