Hello,

Im posting here because I need this information to get out. I dont feel safe posting this anywhere else.

TLDR at the bottom.

I considered myself a pretty moderate person politically. I have never been super passionate about politics, I have mainly been concerned with the economy / foreign policy. I've talked to my local house representative a few times, and gotten to know him a decent amount. He's a republican, and seemed like a pretty upstanding guy. Was always supportive of Trump, never said anything too out of the ordinary.

On election day, everything seemed the same as every other year. However, as I was filling out my ballot, I overheard a pretty fucked up conversation. This old lady using the ballot machine in front of me flagged someone down for assistance. Obviously I couldnt see her machine, but the worker that came up to her started guiding her through the process. The old lady would say things like, "What does this name say?" or "How do I choose this one? Can I choose multiple?" and the guy would be pretty forceful with his responses. From what I could gather, he sounded like he was trying to tilt her in a certain direction with each response.

At one point she mumbled something that I didnt hear, and the guy responded by saying "No ma'am, this is the one you should choose for that." She protested a little bit, but he kept on insisting, "No ma'am, this is the one you want. Here, choose this one, right here."

Im not really a suspicious kind of guy, but that was a little weird. I decided to wait around a little bit to watch what that guy was up to. I cast my vote into the box, and waited around the line where the 'I voted' stickers were. I noticed that an awful lot of people were asking for assistance with the machines.

I couldnt hear the conversations, but I watched the same guy go and 'help' people on multiple occasions. His body language was pretty forceful. At one point he even grabbed someone's hand and moved it to a part of the screen. When I saw that happen, I realized something pretty fucked up might be going on.

I stopped one of the people and asked them what all of that was about. I asked them what exactly was wrong with the machine. The guy I talked to told me that the machine wouldnt register his finger when he touched certain options around the top side of the screen. He had to press down really hard, and it took like 10-20 tries to register. The poll worker apparently told him that the machines were just old, and that its just easier to select different options. The worker said there was nothing he could do about it.

(In hindsight, maybe I should have recorded it, or maybe I should have investigated further, but my first instinct was just to go home and maybe call the election department or whatever division of the county handles elections.)

Needless to say, this all was pretty screwy to me.

I looked online for who to call about this kind of irregularity. I called a service center for my district, and they transferred me to a lady who worked at the sheriff's office. She told me that they didnt handle direct fraud reports, and that I should call the voter fraud hotline. Ok, so I call the voter fraud hotline for my state. They transfer me to the State's Elections Division. I regurgitate all of my story, every detail that I could remember, and what the worker looked like. The guy on the line tells me that he has created a ticket, and that an elections official will contact me for a follow up investigation.

Well, election day ended. Days became weeks. Weeks became a month and a half. It is now the end of December. I never received a single fucking call from anyone.

I looked online and some people on forums said that unless you have someone on the inside, its pretty much impossible to get personal contact with an investigator. So, I call my local congressman. I spend basically 3 hours on hold (understandable, since it is a pretty busy time). I finally get through to the secretary for my local rep's office. I tell her the deal, and she refers me to the voter fraud hotline. I tell her I already did, she says she will transfer me to some other investigative department, I tell her to stop. I tell her I want to talk to him directly. Its important. I beg her, please, let me have just a moment. She tells me that he is busy today, but she will call me back if a time slot for a phone meeting opens up.

Anyways, Im pretty anxious over the next three days. Finally though I do get a call back, thank god. I tell him my name, we met a while ago, do you remember me, how are you doing, blah blah blah. We exchange the normal icebreakers. I go ahead and get to the point, and tell him that I suspect that some voter fraud occurred on election day.

His tone immediately changed. He sounded a little nervous, and said "Well geez, thats awful. I'll go ahead and look into that for you, you hear?" Then he mumbled something about being busy and calling me back, and I asked him to repeat it. He said again, "Look I'm pretty busy but I'll get someone on it. This is very important to me." Then he just hung up. He hung up just like that, not another word about it.

A few days later, I get an email from his office that says someone will arrive later to perform a 'Personal Inquiry into a potential case of Election Irregularity'. Sure enough, later that day, I hear a knock on my door. A guy in a suit is standing there with a clipboard, and he greets me. I say hi back, and he immediately asks me if I had any problems voting. I say no, I didnt, but I noticed some weird stuff. I ask him, did my rep send you? Are you from his office? He doesnt answer. He just moves onto his next question.

I comply with all of his questions. He asks me things like, "How sure are you that fraud occurred?" and "Was the poll worker male?". Pretty normal stuff. However, some of the questions didnt seem very relevant. He asked me where I went afterwards, what I do for a living, what I do on weekends. I read online once that cops ask these questions to get a feel for your speech patterns, so they can tell when youre lying, so I just stay calm and answer truthfully.

Then as he is writing notes on his clipboard he just asks, without looking up, "Who'd you vote for son?" And Im just like, "What? Why does that matter?" And he says, "Ah nothing, just curious. Crazy election this year."

Whatever. He finishes up some final questions and then thanks me for my time, then drives off.

Fast forward to early January, and I notice some weird things. Nothing super crazy, nothing that immediately signals something is off, just a bunch of little things. For instance, one night my dog just starts going wild at the door. I look outside but nothing seems wrong, so I just go back to sleep. The next day, I go to work and come back in the evening, and I notice that my keys dont fit in the door anymore. They go in most of the way, but theres a lot of resistance, and I cant get them in all the way. The inside part fits fine, but when I try the lock from the outside, its like something is resisting it. Whatever, I sleep without a lock for some time (im a lazy bastard sue me).

Anyways. One day at work, my boss comes up to me and says that someone was asking around for me. It could have been one of the customers, sometimes they ask for me specifically. Still kind of off.

One day I get kind of antsy about the election fraud thing, so I post that my story on a Twitlonger. I link it to a few of my friends so I can hear what they think, but for some reason they all got 404 errors. I tried posting it a few more times, and it seemed fine on my PC, but none of them could access it. I post a shorter version on Facebook instead. Later that day, my post is gone, and I receive an email that my account received a flag for violating the terms of service. My account remains suspended. (Hence my username)

Then, and this is the part that got me a little shaken, I log onto my email one day, shortly after the Capitol is stormed, and I get a Chrome notification that my password has been breached and that I should change it. My password is not old, and it is long, and pretty fucking random. I know that isnt failsafe, but in combination with the last few weeks, it seemed really fucking weird to me that now, of all times, my password would be compromised.

I start getting a little paranoid. The next day I make sure the lock on my door is replaced. I try to watch my surroundings when I drive to work. I go ahead and make a fresh email with a new password. I make sure to use incognito mode (im an idiot and I thought that would help). I go ahead and unlink my spotify and shit so my services arent compromised.

The final thing which I noticed that drove me fucking insane though was that one evening I was coming home from work. I make the turn into my neighborhood, and as I round the corner, I swear to fucking god, I see the lights in my room on for a split second. Then they go off. It was right as I was rounding the corner, but I swear I saw the lights go off right as I was able to get a line of sight of my house.

Yeah, no. At that point I was fucking spooked. What the actual fuck. I stop my car in front of my house and try to stay silent. I look through my window to try and see if anyone is inside. The front door is shut, no lights are on, no cars nearby. No motion. I'm not about to take a chance though.

I call the police, and tell them I think theres an intruder. A patrol guy shows up 10 minutes later, and shines his flashlight through all the windows in the house. He asks me to unlock the front door, so I walk up and I try to unlock it, but the fucking keys wont work. Oddly enough, they feel the EXACT SAME as that one time. The same type of sticky, friction shit was stopping them from going in all the way.

The cop tells me that he doesnt see anyone through the windows, and its probably fine. They'll keep units nearby or whatever to make sure nobody is trying to break in. He tells me the only way to get in without a locksmith is to break the hinges, and I say I would rather not do that. He asks me if I can stay anywhere in the meantime, so I'm like yeah, I'll go stay with my uncle, then call a locksmith in the morning.

My uncle is a real gruff and tough family kind of guy. He's been in the military since vietnam, and has fought in pretty much every war since. Mad respect for that guy. He lets me spend the night, and I tell him about whats happening. He immediately gets serious. He asks me about every detail, and we talk for hours into the night.

I wanted to go to bed, but he just shook his head and told me that I need to do some things first. He took out my sim card and did something to my phone (idk what) and then he asked about all of my social media accounts and stuff. He made me switch from gmail and snapchat and all that shit. Normally I would think he is paranoid but he said that everything I told him fits the 'clandestine ops' playbook to the letter.

I have been living with my Uncle since then. He's talked to me a lot about whats been going on, and his perspective on it. He is a die-hard Trump supporter, and made me open my eyes to whats been going on, and how much danger I have been in. He directed me here, so that I could post this info.

I have no clue what he has in store. I asked him what he's going to do on inauguration, and he said he's playing it by ear. Apparently he has a bunch of friends that he's communicating with to see how this all plays out. All I know is I'm with him every step of the way. I know that sounds cheesy but I feel like he is the only one I can trust right now.

TLDR: Im pretty sure this election fraud shit is true. Im pretty sure I was targeted for trying to question it. Im pretty sure if it werent for my uncle, I might be in jail or dead, and nobody would be able to hear my story. Thats all. We'll see what happens on inauguration day. At the capitol, if you see a 70-year old man with an m16 and a cigar, and a nervous looking lanky guy next to him, thats us. Good luck.