Unforeseen Evil

It was a very cold night, about 38 degrees at midnight, in March 2015. I was turning on and off the heater of my little sub-compact car that was parked between a business strip of offices and apartments. I felt scared, anxious, cold, and cramped inside my 2013 pink Chevy Spark car.

I had hopes of a splendid future with my soulmate, who became an instant internet social media celebrity. He personally recognized and acknowledged me online on a daily basis. Our romance was reminiscent of a Romeo and Juliet story. The attractive was slightly obvious but also elusive.

Little did I know that I was being led to a scary, uncertain path of destruction. I was being lured into the hands of gypsie psychics, to be controlled by a group of evil "gypsies" that plotted against me and double crossed me to capture my wealthy inheritance through identity theft at the expense of my life. 

For over a year I was psychologically brainwashed by several members from a gypsy community that was protected by their local police department after these gypsies stripped me of all my physical and financial resources. I was set up to be an emotional hostage, held captive and living in my car while I was homeless for several months. I was at the gypsy's mercy until I found someone who saved my life.