Alan Kovach
Purchased my Father's house after my Father died (October, 1994 purchase). Torture immediately intensified to the point where it was nearly impossible to organize any activity and attempted mad-driving was constant. I found that it was nearly impossible to prepare to leave and that my limited savings (the savings of a lifetime) were being siphoned off at a swift rate. Possibly having had enough money for a small shack in the beginning, I was gradually forced into a homeless condition, barely able to live on rent, with fiends preying on me like perverted monsters around the clock to an unprecedented level (raucous noise from teams of torturers fed into my head, radiation fed into my body to the point where it was debilitated). Alan throughout a five year period appeared strangely uninterested in actually occupying the house he had purchased. He also seemed oblivious to some extreme signs of deterioration in his investment, such as a large hole in the base of the front door. Reasons could be that he is another extortion victim who has been broken by organized crime, or is a sympathizer, or has been warned off by somebody, or is unusually tender-hearted, or needs the rent monies--or he is in on the extortion ring (the least attractive of these possibilities). When I first met him he had a pet cat named Jedi, after a Star Wars character. Claims he is an electrician. Has some knowledge of electronics. Put in a number of new wall fixtures in the beginning.
9122 Inman Avenue
Cleveland, Ohio 44105
I recently (11-18-99) called him on the phone about a house repair which needed attention before winter set in. A day later, I was attacked over a weekend by a bunch of people raving and hyperventilating like a bunch of rabid animals, and it didn't let up for about 72 hours. I had been working with a computer graphics program trying to ignore them and wasn't doing anything ESP-related--had not been for some time. These people instigate for attention even when you try to peacefully go about what is your own business. Many of them were male. They were aiming a very intense broad beam of radiation from what seemed like an overhead source from the South West. I did not get a breath of air through my swollen up nostrils (swelling caused by the radiation) for about three days straight-- had to mouth breath. Even my throat was swollen by it, and my lungs filled with fluid so I had to rasp and wheeze, making me gasp for oxygen like an asthmatic. I'm sure my brain was swollen too. They were aiming an intense charge into my forehead at about nasal sinus level. I had saliva mixed with blood. When I went to lie down on the floor, they attacked me in the chest till my lungs constricted and I wheezed, not allowing rest. Monday it let up, and the people seemed to be under some type of observation which induced them to stop raving. Perverts continue to siphon off time and wreck health.