Spiney vs The Paedophiles
This is an account of a series of events that occurred starting in 2011 and continuing to the present day.
Back in 2011 one May morning, Spiney showed up on my doorstep in Marsden. He was breathless and hurried me into the house. It turns out that he was being tracked by the police, who had a warrant out for his arrest for burglary at a house in Slaithwaite (“The Hollow”). This house belongs to paedophile Roy Stobbs, who has since been prosecuted. The warrant was due to Stobbs having made a terrible mistake; Spiney had entered his property and taken several hard disks from a hidden compartment inside the building, which he believed to contain indecent material - unfortunately, he was unaware of a security camera inside the building. Stobbs, believing that he had encrypted the disks sufficiently to hide their contents, then contacted the police who issued the warrant. Spiney asked me if he could use my house temporarily to shelter from the police whilst he decrypt the drives. I agreed, and a few days later, he had uncovered a hoard of indecent images, as well as browser history blocks, cookies, and some secure login details.
All that was required was for Spiney to hide out at my place whilst he got in touch with the CID, which he did. Needless to say, they where astounded. Spiney had more than tripled the size of their new database single handedly. Less than one week later, we heard on the news that more than 90 police officers in the UK had been prosecuted, many of whom received a jail term. Stobbs was soon arrested and taken to court, however the judge, Jonathon Rose, decided to release him with a community service order and signing of the register, which is strange because distribution of that type of material carries a mandatory jail sentence.
After this, Stobbs' gang began to hound myself and Spiney, driving us from place to place. The first thing I noticed was the strange behaviour of certain people whom I had previously taken to be friends. Firstly, Trevor Bates, who I had allowed temporary use of an upstairs room, seemed to object to Spiney's presence, and was scornful of his detective work. I should mention that Trevor had been acting peculiarly prior to this, and I'd also heard that he could be a child abuser, but had disregarded this as an evil rumour. Bates had set up his own “stalking den” in the attic, with cameras from the window pointing to a place where children where passing every day on their way to school. I've also seen him act very peculiarly, round about the time of year (May/June) where he travels to Ibiza, ostensibly to meet his dad. Soon I was to find the true nature of his trips abroad, when I discovered him and his gang having a meeting in my living room. They where discussing a child porn network they had created, whereby individuals could maintain membership only by uploading fresh material each month – meaning material that they had created themselves in order to prove that they where active offenders. Trevor Bates was already a member of this club – Neil Gilpin and Kier Forman where both applying to be members, to a man named Mark Gilbert. Gilpin was invested into the ring, and given access. Bates had supposedly gone to Ibiza, but in realitiy had doubled back in order to commit an abduction of some kind. Unbeknown to the perpetrators, I was watching their meeting through a crack in the door. Also involved was Richard Goodall, the owner of the property, and several properties in Spain and America which I believe are being used to house prisoners for sexual purposes, including children.
Gangstalkers will often use unwitting members of the public to help in their schemes – they pretend to be film directors who are looking for helpers, and offer them cash. After the job is done, the gangstalkers disappear leaving a crowd of puzzled citizens. So not all the people in my front room where part of the ring, and when the group left, they seemed puzzled that Gilpin remained standing on the doorstep – he claimed to be catching some fresh air. As soon as the group left, Gilpin turned to go back inside my house in order to wipe the evidence from my laptop. But, I had swiftly locked the door whilst his back was turned, and was investigating the contents of the web cache. Gilpin panicked and began kicking the door. What I found was the most disturbing material that I could imagine, involving a child being tortured and killed; the material had been uploaded and would have been created by the group members. Gilpin had stopped kicking the door, and was on the phone to Bates, who was furious about being called back because he was part way through a 'mission'. Unfortunately, I took a sip of my coffee which had been drugged. I was forced to unlock the door and lie down on my bed. I was semi-conscious and could here everything that went on outside through the open window. Bates returned, and concocted a plan to enter the now-unlocked door. Spiney's dog was tied outside – he would create a phony incident along with Edward Green, a postman who was also part of the gang. He said that he was rushing off to get some stage blood from the shop which had opened in the Byran arcade.
Bates returns about ¾ hr later, and the group attempt to goad the dog into biting Green. However, the dog turns on Bates and Goodall instead. Green is phobic of blood, and is unable to cut himself with a pen-knife, except for a tiny mark. The dogs lead (a piece of nylon twine) is what they used to try to goad the animal, and they discard this in the middle of the lane; this was the first part that alerted my suspicions later along with the fake blood, because no animal which breaks off it's tether will untie both ends. Margo and Kier Forman where both aware of the gang's activities, but maintained their pose as bystanders, even though I had seen Kier applying to join the ring. Green now rushes about covered in fake blood but refuses to take an ambulance, preferring to use a taxi instead. He claimed to have cuts on his neck and throat, however the hospital staff confirmed that he had nothing more than a minor cut to the hand, requiring little or no treatment.
During this fiasco, the group now find that the front door to my house was unlocked, and re-enter the property and destroy the physical evidence. Later, I recognized the web-site which was hosting the images - Royal Mail Chat (royalmailchat.co.uk) which, incidentally, is on the same host as racist comedian Jim Davidson's website.
Soon after this, Spiney was attacked on a zebra crossing by an out-of-uniform police officer. The officer, on seeing Spiney, stopped his car on the Zebra, leapt out and thumped Spiney to the ground. He then arrested Spiney for assault. However, when this came to court, the officer made several glaring errors that resulted in the case being dismissed. The date of the hearing had been arranged to coincide with the officers day off; however, he came dressed in uniform (illegally), and tried to claim that he had just come from work. The officer's boss was in the court room, as was Roy Stobbs and his gang.
I have observed Bates acting suspiciously on a number of occasions, especially his use of the internet and his obsession with anonymity. I have seen him using children's chat-rooms, and also seen him using a mobile phone which he kept separate in a money-belt and with which he appeared to be talking to young children. I also know several other people who have independently made similar discoveries concerning Bates.
Edward Green was later prosecuted for stealing the mail. Goodall and Gilbert used this to perform an illegal eviction of myself and Spiney from the house on Brougham Road – Judge Hargreaves, who was also at the gang meeting and probably a paedophile, performed an illegal court hearing at Huddersfield County Court – illegal because he did not inform the plaintiff (myself), and I had 3 days warning that proceedings had been started. I was forced to vacate the premises that morning, whilst my PC workshop and server farm was thrown out by the bailiffs. This cost me tens of thousands to create, and was the result of many years of labour.
I also remember Mark Gilbert attacking me as a child in Skelmanthorpe in a shop that he worked in. He tried to poison me using Datura seeds (which cause permanent insanity when ingested orally). I bit his index finger on his left hand very hard, causing him to yell very loudly and attracting the attention of passers-by allowing my escape.
We where then forced to take refuge in an empty house at Cop Hill, Slaithwaite. However, we soon discovered that the ring where using the Rose and Crown pub for their meetings, and that they objected to our presence. The neighbours and local residents, as well as the previous owner, had no problem with us using the property, and the bank who had re-possessed it where only part way through the repossession proceedings and had not asked us to leave. But, one of the neighbours – Warren Hand – turned out to be a ring member. We could hear his children through the wall; every night they seemed to be crying and sobbing, and seemed to live in a permanent state of fear. The gang began sending thugs to remove us from the property. The first group where small-time gangsters and, although they made us leave, they did nothing to prevent us from returning. The second group where professional hit-men – I recognised their badges bearing the emblem of C'Thulhu from a darknet site which offered a hitman for hire calling himself C'Thulhu. The site does not appear to be live any more – the URL is here: https://oltdqzgjm45ito7y.onion .
After this, I moved to Lockwood. Spiney came to stay a few weeks later. He was again attacked on the street by individuals posing as police officers – they also had members of the public who they had enrolled as bit-part actors, who all walked out together from a nearby shed whilst the fake officers attacked Spiney. I also spotted Bates among this crowd. These people where left wondering what had happened afterwards, when the gang disappeared without paying them. They had a mini-bus coach that they had disguised as a police van – however, when the real police arrived it was obvious that the two vehicles where very different, as where the officers themselves – the fake ones appeared to be eating hot-dogs and drinking beer inside the mini-bus.
This paedophile ring hasn't gone away, and are still at large. Yesterday (14/6/2014) a funny man wearing a C'Thulhu tee-shirt took a photo of me in the street (hitmen usually require a photograph of their target), and two days before that a pair of dead magpies where placed on our garden path, one day apart. The magpies where laid over each other, in a way which suggests that a person had put them there as some kind of threat.
I believe that the offences described herein constitute an act of treason, and call for the execution of Hargreaves, Gilbert and Goodall, and the permanent detention of Gilpin, Bates, Forman and Edward Green for terrorism.
Trevor Bates: https://www.facebook.com/trev.huddersfield.1
Kier Forman:
Neil Gilpin:
