Private Investigator, hello!
I was living in Springfield, Illinois when the anonymous movement became interested in Scientology.
It was wild to watch. During that time they were doing regular protests at the Saint Louis Org. I decided to make the long trip to Saint Louis to see these protesters in person. I only stayed a few minutes. I talked to a couple of them and introduced myself. They were protesting across the street from the org.
I am sure someone inside Scientology was taking photos and I got IDed.
A few days later I received a strange phone call. They said they were calling from the post office and one of their trucks had been flooded. There was a piece of mail for me from verizon (my cell phone carrier) but they were unable to make out the address.
It seemed a little odd, but I decided to go ahead and give them my work address, which was a huge series of offices, stores and businesses. They would not have too much info, just a general idea.
Yes, I was naive. I really thought I was being cautious.
My red flags and alarms went off when they asked me to spell the name of the street. The street is Wabash, which is THE main road in Springfield. By cell phone I could understand it would be hard to hear the street name, but a postal worker from Springfield would absolutely know what street I said.
Holy crap. Was I being watched?
I hung up and called the post office. The postal worker told me there was no water damage truck with mail. She told me they only had the one post office and everyone knew Wabash. That was the street the post office was on!
She told me I should report the call as it was a Federal offense to impersonate a postal worker.
I was too scared.
I was living on my own at the time and I didn’t know what to do.
Then I started noticing a car down the street with someone sitting in it. They were there every day, when I left for work and when I came home.
Finally I got up my nerve and walked over towards the car. I took a photo of it. As I got closer, they started up the car and drove away.
I was being watched. Damn.
I was a single woman living in a new town. I didn’t know anyone well enough to tell them about what was going on.
All I could think of to do was move again.
I’m pretty sure they were, at the time, trying to ID all Anon members protesting.
Maybe even for a second they suspected I was their leader. Ha. Unlikely, but Scientology had to follow up on every lead to get to the bottom of the protests.
That was my second and final move to get away from Scientology.