Living in Fear

By John William Campbell

Oh my God, if Mr. Campbells story is true, it is the evidence beyond any doubt that the system which is put in place to protect us has turned against us.

LIVING IN FEAR is an easy to read story that will grab your attention at page one and never let go, a true story of mental breakdown, paranoia and alcoholism, a mans fifteen year journey to another chance in life.

Campbells story looks to be perfect material for a great movie; you have Erin Brockovich, the impossible legal battles against the big corporations, you have the intentions of the movie, Law Abiding Citizen, you have the Conspiracy Theory, Sleeping With The Enemy and Campbell has spent fifteen years in a secure room that he set up as his own courtroom, he brought Judges, lawyers, the government and the financial institutions to trial thousands of times in a much better concept then the movie, A Beautiful Mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465336637

John William Campbell

At age 52, Campbell is physically disabled and he has spent his early years successfully educating himself in what he needs to know and when he ran into a few legal problems that his lawyer would not deal with, out of fear, Campbell taught himself to be an investigator and he studied law, he turned the tables on his opponents and their lawyers. Campbell was fighting for pride and dignity, he was fighting for justice and in his mind, a huge and dangerous conspiracy against him began, he took his family and ran. The system let Campbell down and he created his own system, he secluded himself from everyone including his family, he built his own courtroom, he Judged his own trials as he tried his imaginary opponents, one after the other constantly for many years, Campbell was Judge and Jury by day and a protector of people by night. The real terror began when Campbell attempted to escape his past, he began dealing in reality to find that the people that he was protecting were long gone and he finally realized that he had never successfully completed any of his own trials and the worst was yet to come, fact or fiction, the story has no end.

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Chapter One

Secret Agent Man

The shop door slams and the only reason that I did not jump out of my chair is because I couldn’t, and I fucking tried, I jumped just enough to experience the sharp pain that I felt in every part of my body, I could hardly move a minute ago, I was feeling a lot of pain as I was attempting to get out of my chair to get a beer, I think that I managed to get two or three beers on the last trip but the pain is not going away and I need another beer, the pain is usually gone after three beer.

I slowly, quietly and painfully reached for my gun, I expected them this weekend and now the show must go on, they are going to kill me, the fucking cowards know that I am wounded and they are going to take advantage of my disability, my gun has no bolt or bullets, I just want to point the fucking gun at them and force them to shoot me fast so that we can get it over with quickly, I do not want to hurt anyone, I only want this to stop.

I remember all the plans and ideas that I once had, my plans for family and success turned into plans to physically destroy these people who destroyed me and my family and now, I want these people to finish the job that they started, I want them to put me out of my misery.

I am sitting silently, waiting, the dark blue glow of the computer screen is illuminating the side of my gun which is pointed in the general direction of the entrance, the radio is sounding, a song is playing and the volume is so low that I cannot hear what the fuck the song is, maybe I could quietly get out of my chair and turn up the volume, a sharp pain shoots through me again, fuck, all I was doing is thinking about getting up.

I almost burst out in laughter with the thought of the last time that I was suffering so much pain and I tried to move quickly, I think it was about two months ago or maybe about two years ago when the wheel fell off of the fucking huge metal garbage bin while I was pulling it off of the garbage compactor, the fucking garbage bin fell on my left foot, I am sure that someone sabotaged the wheels in another attempt to disable me for an easy kill, my left foot was stuck and I thought that it might be cut off, I cannot wear work boots so I had no steel toe protection and common sense would tell me that I could not simply push the bin off of my shoe, I would have to pick the bin up and pull my foot out, I wish I had of had the common sense that day, it’s like dropping a sharp knife in the kitchen and trying to catch it before it hits the floor, the results are usually bad, you end up smashing your forehead into the fucking countertop and it usually takes several weeks for the cuts on your hands to heal, my hands are almost healed and now I have to deal with a fucking foot injury.

My left foot was a mess and now that I think of it, my foot was the colour of the dark blue computer screen that is glowing on my useless gun but at least the foot is still in one piece, I soaked it for hours and I wrapped it, my whole side hurt and the next thing that I remember, I was on the patio, it was around 2:00 a.m. and it was very peaceful so I was having a few too many, most call it beer and alcoholism, I call it pain killers and relaxation.

All of a sudden there were people swarming around the area, I could hear them whispering, I got up quietly with my back against the wall so that I could look around without being noticed, the patio is small, eight foot by four foot and it is closed in with a solid piece of sheet metal, there are four lawn chairs and a small plastic table.

I could see the silhouettes moving slowly toward me, they were stopping and whispering and then slowly moving again, closer and closer, I needed to get to the other side of the patio before these guys reach me; I was in my pajamas and slippers so I could move swiftly without making a noise.

I crouched down below the top rail; I was humming in my head:

Secret—Agent—Man—Secret—Agent—Man, and that was when I first realized that there are four lawn chairs, a small plastic table and a fucking large planter on the patio, the pain killers had probably started working a few hours ago and I forgot that I was having trouble walking, my face crashed into one of the lawn chairs, the corner of the little plastic table gave out under the weight of my chest catapulting several empty beer bottles against the patio door glass, I rolled over on a huge glass ashtray and during my attempt to get up, this irritating electronic voice was echoing,

Gotcha—Gotcha—Gotcha.

I pulled out this fucking fly swatter with a long plastic handle and what appeared to be a small sponge flip flop sandal and every movement was setting off this irritating electronic voice, I was scaring the shit off of the flies that morning, lights were coming on and I could hear a few patio doors opening, I tossed the fucking fly swatter over the patio railing, gotcha—gotcha.

Everything was quiet once again, I reached up and gripped the top railing and slowly pulled myself up, I was still holding my glass of beer, I don’t think I spilled a fucking drop, I pulled myself up to meet the six young people starring at me, three guys and three girls, they were probably walking home after the bar closed, I was still on my knees, eye level with the patio railing, it was like a starring contest.

Hey, man, you okay?

I didn’t know if I should answer, maybe I can just stare them away, I finally mumbled, Yah, I, a, I accidentally kicked the table.

Okay, was the reply as they walked away into the silence of the early hours, I heard the girls giggling and one of the guys was singing, Secret—Agent—Man—Secret—Agent—Man.

There was only one thing that I wanted to know, who the fuck keeps a fucking talking fly swatter outdoors?

My thoughts quickly return to the present, I am holding my useless gun and someone has entered my shop and they failed to announce themselves and I am wondering how the fuck they got through my tight security, it could be anyone of those criminals, there were lots of Judges and lawyers after me and there were a few financial institutions that wanted me to disappear, all I wanted was for these people to admit their criminal activity and promise that they would stop hurting my family and any other person but they laughed at me and the more evidence that I brought against these criminals, the less they laughed and the more we suffered.

In my case, it started out with a small bank robbery, the problem was, it was the bank robbing me, I learned that a simple denial from the financial institutions Loan Manager was good enough as far as the law was concerned and I also learned a very hard and cruel lesson about the legal system should one complain about a lawyer or a Judge to the Law Society of Upper Canada.

I only made four or five different complaints to the Law Society before the lawyers and Judges had had enough of me, the fucking lawyers gave away children, good God, our complaint was that children were getting abused and possibly killed, lawyers were taking cash payments, we needed help to stop these lawyers from hurting people and five months after our complaint to the Law Society, five months after the abduction and hostage taking of our children and five months after paying the huge price that was instigated from the lawyers for making a complaint to the Law Society, we get a letter from the Law Society stating that they are presently unable to devote the required time to thoroughly review our complaint, they do, however, expect to attend to the file within the next month and that was the last we heard from the Law Society of Upper Canada, we moved from slowly building up the one little white lie theory, and we exploded into the conspiracy theory.

I had been dealing with a few small legal problems that had been coming up and I was putting each of these claims to shame, all of a sudden, these lawyers were all talking amongst one another, I was getting notice for court appearances for cases that I did not know existed, I had Judges tossing my documents at me, not allowing me to speak in court and making Judgments against me, five thousand dollars, five thousand dollars, two thousand dollars, five thousand dollars, two thousand dollars, six thousand dollars and you are a very thick headed stubborn man Mr. Campbell, twenty two thousand dollars, if I had the money that these Judges were ordering me to pay to those criminals, I would be a wealthy man.

As a final death wish, I wrote to the Law Society of Upper Canada and stated:

THE LAW SOCIETY INVESTIGATORS SHOULD BE TAUGHT TO INVESTIGATE BEFORE THEY ARE PUT IN THE POSITION OF DEALING WITH PEOPLE’S LIVES.

THE LAW SOCIETY INVESTIGATORS/STAFF LAWYERS SHOULD ALSO BE TRAINED TO KNOW WHAT A CRIMINAL ACT IS SO THAT THEY KNOW THAT THESE JUDGES AND LAWYERS COULD POSSIBLY BE USING THE LEGAL SYSTEM FOR THE PURPOSE OF RACKETEERING AND ANYONE WHO WOULD TRY AND INTERFERE IN THEIR ENTERPRISE IS MOST CERTAINLY GOING TO BE IN A VERY DANGEROUS AND POSSIBLY DEADLY SITUATION. I LEARNED WHAT BACK OFF OR ELSE MEANT AND I LEARNED IT FAST.

I have constant nightmares where these criminals’ faces are up close, laughing at me and threatening me and I cannot remember what they look like any more, I can hardly remember my children growing up yet I clearly remember those Judges ordering me to many life sentences in prison and those lawyers and bank managers killing me every day for the past six thousand, five hundred and seventy days of my life, it has to fucking stop and it has to fucking stop now, all I have to do is point the fucking gun and it will be over.

I heard Jo-Anne’s voice calling loudly from the other room. Are you in here?

Holy shit, I jumped and dropped the gun in pain, the fucking conniving criminals sent my girlfriend to kill me, she had to of quietly unlocked the deadbolts and she most likely slammed the door shut on purpose in hopes that I had fucking hurt myself while she was away, wait a minute, what am I thinking, I was relieved to hear Jo-Anne’s voice, she doesn’t come to the shop often and I had hoped to hide in here until I had figured out what happened to me before I had to answer to her, I shouted back Yes, I’m here.

I just got back.

Did anyone follow you here? I asked.

Jo-Anne answers back in her sarcastic way, No, I wasn’t followed and I circled the block a few times before I came in.

I don’t know if you can call someone a liar when they are being sarcastic, I know that she didn’t circle the block; she probably pulled right into her parking spot and marched straight to my tightly secured shop without even looking back, we have been hiding just outside of Northumberland County for many years and within the past several months, Jo-Anne has been visiting family and friends who live there, if these criminals recognize her, they could follow her and find me, I don’t really care, I only want to know when it’s coming.

Jo-Anne comes to the back room and turns on the lights and that fucking hurts almost as bad as when she felt the need to slam the fucking shop door, Jo-Anne glances at me for a minute and says, Come on John, what happened to you this time?

I fell in the hall.

You’re a mess, when did this happen?

The fall in the hall or the mess, will you grab me a beer and turn up the music?

No. You don’t need a beer, you need to go take a shower and clean yourself up.

You can grab me a beer and we can talk for awhile before I take a shower.

You’re a mess and you need to clean up.

I don’t think I can right now.

What did you do to yourself this time?

I didn’t do anything to myself, I fell in the hall.

When did you fall?

When did you leave and what day is it today? That question made me think for a moment and I am starting to wonder if I am intentionally hurting myself every time Jo-Anne goes to Cobourg, I fear for her safety there and I think that she should stay in the safe environment of this building, no hold that thought, I am almost getting killed here and Jo-Anne comes home safe and sound every weekend to find that she has to nurse my sorry ass back to health.

Jo-Anne interrupts my thought. Today is Sunday and I left on Friday.

And when did you give me that long list of work that I needed to do?

I gave it to you earlier in the week, Wednesday I think.

So, I fell between Wednesday and today.

Somebody put your wrenches and your list of work orders through the office mail drop.

Good, I can get right back at that list tomorrow, until then, I think that my fall in the hall happened on Friday and the mess of me probably happened twenty or thirty years ago, I cannot remember.

I am a top notch investigator, I talk slow and I appear to be dumb but I think fast and when Jo-Anne mentioned that someone put my wrenches and my list of work orders through the office mail drop, I had to of dropped the stuff after she left the building on Friday and I remember that when she drove away, I went to the shop and I was just reaching for a beer when someone began pounding on the door, I looked at the security camera and it was the tenant whom had complained a week ago that his toilet was running.

I had already advised this tenant that he had better go catch his toilet if it is running but I guess that he did not think that I was funny so he made sure that his name was first on the list of work orders that Jo-Anne had given me earlier in the week, I remember that I had just completed the job and I was walking down the corridor to the shop, I was attempting to read the long list of repairs, the words are confused and I am wondering why I am doing this work, my son always does this work.

I am seeing flashes and objects moving in the corners of my eyes, my chest is painful and feeling tight and I can hardly breath, I am almost at the workshop so I hold my chest and pick up my pace, I know I am in trouble and I need to get to the shop, I have approximately twenty feet to travel, turn the corner, another fifteen feet and I will be safe.

I was running when I realized that I cannot possibly be running, I have not ran in many years and now I am running, holding my chest and confused, I was running in slow motion, I was another foot to the corner when I realized that I was not running, I was falling, I was falling for the past twenty feet and I could not make the immediate left turn, three feet later was a dead stop, the end of the corridor, I remember thinking that it was a good thing that I was going to hit the wall in slow motion and the damage to my face probably would have been a lot less had I been thinking about removing my hands off my chest instead of taking the impact with my face, I remembered dark red and then nothing.

I was laughing so hard that everything hurt, I painfully looked over where my dad was working at his desk and he dropped a watch part, as he was attempting to pick the very small part up off the floor, he lost his balance and it seemed that he was falling forever, me and my younger brother Bob were taking bets as to whether dad was going to regain his balance or not, I bet that dad was going down and Bob bet the other way, this seemed to go on forever, dad was all over the room and I finally shouted, enough already, just go down and get it over with.

Dad looked at me and hit the wall with a loud thud and immediately dropped to the floor and I won the bet, I looked away from dad with a tear rolling down my cheek wondering if Dad had just got even with me today.

I am sore and I realize that I am on the floor on my back, I cannot open my eyes but I can see light, I cannot move, I must be in the corridor and I cannot move, I know that I am not far from my secure room, my shop and if they find me, they will kill me or they will put me in prison for the rest of my life, I need to get to the shop, all those years of slowly killing myself and I will be damned if they are going to do it while I am laying on my back, I am a man with such great pride and I would die if they ever killed me while I am helplessly on my back.

I hear a very familiar humming sound, I cannot move without great pain, I try and I am thinking that I broke my fucking neck in the corridor, if I am correct, I somehow managed to get to my secured room as the humming sound is the refrigerator in my shop, it has been seven or eight years of listening to that humming sound since I have been at this building, I know that I am safe, I cannot open my eyes and I think that I just suffered a heart attack, my whole body is numb and terribly sore and I cannot move, the only pain killers that I have relied on in many years is in that refrigerator and I am thinking that I do not remember how I got to my shop but I did, therefore, I should be able to reach the fridge, I need to get to the fridge and I need to get to the fridge now.

I am not sure if I had a heart attack or not, it was embarrassing the last time that I was all stressed out and my employer gave me a long list of work that needed to be done and I thought that I had had a heart attack, I wrote my employer a letter and I sent it to their office via facsimile communication, I called them every name in the book and I told them that I believed that they caused me to have a heart attack, the embarrassing part is when I had to send them a letter a few days later asking them to please disregard my previous letter, my doctor said that I had gas.

I am attempting to amuse myself when Jo-Anne interrupts my funny thoughts with reality, We have to start living again John, this whole thing has been nonsense and it should have been put to a stop years ago.

They sold your kids Jo-Anne and they threatened us to an inch of our fucking existence and there was nothing that I could do about it and I fucking tried, and I fucking tried hard and I tried hard to put a stop to it years ago, the fucking harder that I tried the fucking harder these fine upstanding people fucked me, and you, those fucking low life pieces of shit wasted our lives away and now you want to move back there and start living again.

Alright John, keep it down, that was almost twenty years ago and no one is after you anymore, no one has been after you for at least ten years, all I am saying is that you have to give it up someday, that is my home town, my family and friends, I miss it.

I didn’t want to tell Jo-Anne that when she started talking about moving back to Northumberland, I attempted to re-open my claims with the Law Society of Upper Canada and the government representatives that previously failed me, I was thinking that it is possible that things have changed but I soon found out that the only changes were for the worse and now they are after me again, I could never live there under the circumstances.

Jo-Anne’s lawyer sold custody of her children, from what we understand, Jo-Anne’s lawyer was paid two thousand dollars to lose custody of the children, what a fucking nightmare, this mess happened yesterday and the day before and it will most likely happen tomorrow and if I do not reach the fucking fridge for another beer, this nightmare will happen today.

This fucking piece of shit lawyer was quite offended when Jo-Anne accused him of being a criminal, right in front of all the other lawyers at court, this fucking lawyer was quite offended when I called him a pathetic piece of shit who sells custody of his clients children and I chased him into the protection of the courtroom.

What a huge fucking nightmare we lived when we reported this pathetic piece of shit of a lawyer to the Law Society of Upper Canada and he became a Judge while he was supposedly being investigated by the Law Society, I gave them all the evidence and to this date, we have never been given the results of the Law Societies investigations.

Jo-Anne breaks my train of thought, What did the Doctor say?

I didn’t go to the Doctors; it’s just a few scratches.

I am talking about your Doctors appointment last week when he wanted to see you.

He said that I have high calcium or something like that.

Jo-Anne thinks that she is a doctor and she says. You mean high cholesterol?

That’s it, high cholesterol.

And

"He said that if I keep up this life style, I am in trouble, he said that I have to look at the big picture and at this rate, by the time that I am sixty years old, I could be euchred.

So what does he suggest?

He suggests that I’m euchred in the big picture.

I can tell that Jo-Anne does not like my attitude when she looks at me while shaking her head for fifteen minutes without saying a word, maybe I should answer her question a little better because I think that I may have broken my fucking neck and it is really hurting while I am trying to follow the shaking of her head. He tried to give me some prescription and I told him that I had no money so he gave me some free sample pills, the pills are on the shelf.

You are constantly killing yourself John.

Twenty years is a long time.

Twenty years, your fifty years old and this can’t go on too much longer.

Apparently it can go on for another ten years according to your calculations and it is very unfortunate that in another one hundred years, no one will give a fuck anyways.

Tell me John, a few weeks ago when you went to the first doctors appointment and smoke was coming out of the truck vent, what did you do?

I rolled the windows down and drove with my head out the window; I drove to the nearest hardware store and bought a carbon monoxide detector.

And why did you do that?

Because I thought that those criminals had hooked the truck exhaust into the vents.

And did someone hook the truck exhaust into the vents?

The mechanic said that everything was okay.

And how much did the carbon monoxide detector cost you?

I don’t know, about seventy bucks but I bought the best that they had and it even talks to you.

So let’s add everything up John, you paid seventy dollars to purchase a carbon monoxide detector to make sure that the exhaust is not going to kill you on your way to your doctors appointment and now you are telling me that you told the doctor that you had no money to pay for a prescription that may help save your life and you are not crazy, is that what you are telling me?

Well it’s your truck; I would think that you would be happy with your new safety feature.

You know John, you pretty much lost it about twelve or fifteen years ago, you were my night in shining armor and now you are just my nightmare most of the time, I want my night in shining armor and I want to live again.

Oh yah, they took my fucking horse.

Listen John, I was just looking around for a little piece of property for the future, I have no definite plans at this point other than going back to Cobourg to visit family and friends that I have not seen in years.

Listen Jo-Anne, I have never interfered in anything that you wanted to do in life, it was me that bottled up and died, you go back to Cobourg and purchase yourself a nice little piece of property or hey, I got a better idea, why don’t you go ask the fine upstanding people of Cobourg and Port Hope if you can have my properties and businesses back, tell those dirty filthy fucking criminals that I am sorry for accusing them of being a bunch of dirty filthy fucking criminals.

You chose to bottle up and hide, that was your choice John, you have lost your ability to associate with anyone unless you truly want to, you have nothing sensible to say and it is contributed to alcohol.

I resemble that; can you get me a beer please?

You used to be such a smart man yet, you walk around talking as if you are crazy, you talk as if people are attempting to kill you and it gets worse as the years go by, no one is after you John and it has to stop.

Look at me Jo-Anne, I am a mess and you are saying that this is all in my mind, I told you that they are doing this to me, they don’t want to kill me, they just want to play with me and they want to make sure that I am not capable of earning a living, they have been doing this to me for years, I am not crazy.

Oh my God John, you fell into a wall and you were probably drunk.

I was working and you know that I do not drink when I am working.

"You haven’t worked in ten or twelve years and every time I go to visit my family for the weekend, you manage to hurt yourself, the last time I was gone, you fell out