LIVING WITH A CIA INFORMANT

When I first met my new roommate, Andre, I had no idea that my life was about to take a strange and unsettling turn. At first glance, he seemed like any other person moving into a new place, but as the days went by, I began to realize that there was something deeply off about him. Little did I know, my new roommate was allegedly a CIA informant, and the circumstances surrounding his arrival and behavior quickly raised red flags. Andre’s Mysterious Arrival When Andre arrived at the house, he came with two adults who claimed to be his parents. They seemed a bit odd, but I didn't think much of it at the time. They helped him settle in, and then they left. Andre explained that his house had burned down, which was the reason he needed a place to stay. It seemed like a reasonable story at first, but things quickly took a strange turn from there.

The Red Ford F-150 and the House That Never Left One of the first things I noticed about Andre was his Pick up Truck—a bright red Ford F-150. He parked it in the driveway, and ever since he moved in, it hasn't left the spot. This wouldn’t be odd if he weren’t claiming to be a plumber. You’d expect someone in that profession to be leaving the house regularly for work, but Andre never did. He spent all his time in the house, either following me around, drinking, or smoking. It was as if he was watching my every move, and I began to feel like I was under surveillance. At first, I tried to keep our conversations light. But Andre wasn’t interested in casual small talk. One of the first things he asked me was where I was from, even though I don't have any noticeable accent. He seemed very fixated on my background, which struck me as odd. The questions soon got even stranger. He asked if I believed in witchcraft—definitely not the type of question one would expect from a new roommate, especially someone you barely know.

He also offered me alcohol, which I politely declined, explaining that I don't drink. Undeterred, he kept pressing, asking more personal questions. At one point, he even asked about my son's father, which felt invasive and unnecessary. It wasn’t any of his business, and I started to feel like he was digging for information I wasn’t comfortable sharing. The Financial Red Flags Another troubling detail about Andre was his apparent lack of financial independence. He never bought groceries, personal items, or even paid for anything around the house. Everything he did, he paid for in cash—no debit card, no credit card, no bank transfers. This made me wonder if he was even legally employed. He claimed to be a plumber, but as mentioned earlier, he never seemed to leave the house for work. His routine was strange: he would either follow me around, drink, or smoke. It was clear that he wasn’t a normal roommate.

Andre also had a strange story about his truck. He claimed he wasn’t driving it because it didn’t have insurance. But that didn’t stop him from driving the vehicle to the house in the first place. The red Ford F-150 remained parked in the driveway, and when I posted a picture of the license plate on my Truth Social account, he immediately seemed agitated. His response made it clear he didn't want any attention on his car, which added to my suspicions.

The Camera and the Invasion of Privacy Things took a darker turn when I noticed a camera outside Andre’s bedroom window. It wasn’t there when he first moved in, and I found it suspicious that he had installed it without informing me. After all, we live in a private residence, and I didn’t consent to being filmed. This whole situation has made me uneasy. Why would he need to record me and my son? What was he really after? The Threatening Visit and Email My suspicions grew even more when I received a visit from a police officer with an eviction notice. The notice wasn’t for me, but it was clearly meant to intimidate me. Shortly after that, I received an email from Wake County regarding the possibility of losing my EBT card. It felt like a coordinated effort to pressure and intimidate me.Coincidentally, I had been blocked from employment opportunities after voicing my support for President-elect Donald Trump, which added to the mounting tension. Could these events be related to Andre? Were they part of some bigger plan or scheme? I had to start asking myself these questions. Taking Action In light of the increasing odd behavior and violations of my privacy, I reached out to a few prominent figures for advice. I sent an email to Senator Ted Budd and former CIA Director Mike Pompeo to express my concerns about Andre. Could he really be working as a CIA informant? Why was he so fixated on my personal life and my family? It felt like I was being watched, manipulated, and coerced into something I didn’t fully understand.

The Unsettling Realization As the days have gone by, I’ve come to realize that living with Andre is not just uncomfortable; it's deeply unsettling. The constant surveillance, the strange questions, and the privacy invasions are more than just odd behavior—they feel deliberate. I don't know what Andre's true purpose is, but I do know that I can't ignore the growing sense of danger that comes with living under the same roof as him. I don’t have all the answers yet, but I am doing everything I can to protect myself and my family. I trust that by bringing attention to this situation, I can shed light on what might be a much bigger story than just a strange roommate. In the meantime, I’ll keep asking questions and trying to piece together what’s really going on. If you have any advice or similar experiences, please feel free to share. This situation has left me questioning everything I thought I knew about safety, privacy, and the people who may be watching us. Stay vigilant, and always trust your instincts. Interesting that after my post Andre's Ford F150 finally left the driveway today about 12:00 pm EST and I overheard him on the phone that he was going to visit a friend who recently left a 90 day treatment program. I wonder where they find these informants? I just got notice to vacate! 11/9/2024 7:00 pm Concerned Mother After noticing that the training wheels on my son's bike had come loose and the brakes were misaligned, I asked my neighbor to help me adjust it. I watched closely as they tightened the bolts and made sure everything was securely fastened. Once it seemed properly fixed, I brought the bike back into the house, relieved that the problem was resolved. But yesterday, as my son was riding his bike, I noticed something strange. He seemed reluctant to continue riding, almost as if he was unsure of his bike's stability. I went outside to check, and to my surprise, the bolts or screws that attach the training wheels to the bike were loose again. I also noticed that the handlebars were loose, something that hadn’t been an issue before. This was odd, especially since I had just had the bike repaired recently. It didn’t make sense. How could the bike have become misaligned again so quickly? I was left wondering if there was something more going on, or if perhaps someone had tampered with it. Food Items Missing I went into the kitchen to make lunch for my son, and as I opened the freezer, I immediately noticed something strange—two of the frozen drinks I had purchased for him were missing. They were the ones he loves, and I always make sure to stock up on them. I checked the freezer again, just to be sure, but they were definitely gone. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Where could the drinks have gone? And why was the lemonade there, opened and left behind? The whole situation just didn’t sit right with me. The Neighbors Andre has started getting cozy with the neighbors—especially the ones he sees me talking to. It's like he's trying to get closer to them, always lingering nearby when I’m having a conversation. ANDRE'S RED FI50 IS GONE BUT THE CAMERA IS STILL UP I stepped outside and noticed that Andres red Ford F150 was no longer present in the driveway which seemed a little unusual. But then I looked up at his bedroom window, and there it was—the camera, clearly visible. This is the same camera the landlord had asked him to removed, why did he put it back up? Yet here we are again, with the surveillance back in place. It feels like we're right back where we started, still being watched. ANDRE USING MY UTENSILS When Andre first arrived, he didn't have any utensils of his own and had brought a bottle of wine. He asked if he could use one of my cups, promising he’d wash it after he was done. I didn’t think much of it at the time, so I said okay.Today, I decided to use that same cup. It’s plastic, nothing fancy, but I figured it was good enough for a quick drink. As I put my mouth to the rim to take a sip of water, something strange hit me. There was a weird, chemical taste at the edge of the cup, almost like something had been rubbed around the rim. It was subtle, but unmistakable—this strange, off-putting taste that lingered in my mouth for a moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. What was I tasting? Was it residue from the wine or something else entirely? My mind started to race. Had the cup been cleaned properly, or was there something left behind on it from when Andre used it? The thought of it being anything harmful sent a shiver down my spine. It was a small thing, but it felt unsettling. Why was this cup giving off such a weird taste? And was it safe to keep using? ANDRE FORD FI50 IS NO LONGER IN THE DRIVEWAY AND HE IS NOT HERE TODAY OR YESTERDAY — A Concerned Roommate