Great, the quiet again. Just my body and mind. Alone like always, now a different smell lingers.
Someone was here, inside my house. I can smell them.
"Why cant they ever just leave me alone. Always pawing through my things. They smell like dirt today. Just dirt and fish."
People began coming into the home we bought from day one, through this writing. They just picked the locks and took what they wanted day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.
I began observing patterns of being followed. Typical patterns police and military use. At first I thought this was due to security clearance issues with me. But these same men and women were always where I went.
No one gets the insults. For weeks her sons were yelled at daily with the same statement by everyone there, "he is the scary man, right." Adults would direct the childs gaze toward me when I was in my yard. This was clearly indoctrinating childrens minds.
I haven't ever really known them. Our stalkers, harassers. We had purchased a home and people were really attached to it. Apparently an entire neighborhood.
She sent texts messages to her friends, mostly the ones she had engaged in sex with. Someone showed me the texts. Then she went missing, folks said she moved back to California.
How did I know all of this? They used to talk outside all the time. This woman whom we now knew as my stalker/harasser and her boyfriend were outside when he stated, "Make sure you send a message to everyone so we can keep the pressure on him so he'll move." That was six years ago.
I was at first curious due to all the sexual conquests they had. But, immediately I knew something wasn't right. These neighbors and the entire community had cops all over them.
What ever these people were into. I wanted them to leave me alone. They began sending their friends, strangers coming around. Same patterns more annoying drivers.
I once over heard three females discussing how to make me angry to get me arrested. Another case report.
Then the teenagers and even younger children started showing up over at their home. After each went indoors loud moans could be heard sometimes screams. Signs about no trespassing seemed invalid at our place afterwards.
Mortified nearly catching a young male child in our yard attempting to open a locked door. I yelled at them to get off the property, the other was a lookout. Another case number.
I called him a bully. Then the airplanes came over day after day. His male ego so bruised, he acted out what he was called.
Two days later, a woman stopped a small car right in front of me. She leaned out smiled at me and dropped a kitten in front of me while driving. For a few weeks yellow cars showed up everywhere
Two people appeared to have multiplied by some miraculous system we weren't privilaged to. They were so embedded with cops I wanted out of the country. But these stalkers had even interfered with my passport.
This wasn't my idea of living, when we bought the place. We loved the yard. More over the big trees. But there was an under current even then. If we would have listened to each other. We wanted out.
Our emotions got the best of us. We were in the deal. What deal?
I began after a few years to feel so angry. I responded by out bursts. Not a good idea in a society now looking to end any up rising citizen they deem trouble, by taking them out. But out of what? And where?
We wondered if things would ever stop. If some how people would wake up and see the truth.
I saw multiple drivers using hand held radios. Cops never monitored those. No one did. Observing what appeared to survalence by others photographing airports. Security systems. Moving women around from RV to truck and on and on.
The week the woman screamed so loud from inside their home. Then voices stating," "Fuck, choke her out. Kill her dam it."
The sounds of cracking, one, two, three, four, five, then one, two, three, four. The sounds were not the usual wood chopping sounds.
They loaded garbage bags into their vehicle and drove off in the night. Splashing water, a woman yelling at someone crying stated, "help me get this shit cleaned up, get it fucking together we don't have time for this."
Splashing water sounds then loudly scrubbing. Sounds of ripping. A strong smell of bleach for nearly a week. And the burning outside was on over drive.
Nothing was to hard for them.
So if these folks were just good old Americans trying to run an infrastructure within. They weren't hiding anything from me. We had photos and videos over 1100. To prove we had been stalked.
All that was wiped away. We were at a loss as to what we had really landed in. Is this the new country the President speaks about?
Day after day flashing headlights traffic pattern too coincidental. Years of coincidence. Who would ever believe us now?
I was ruined professionally, and nearly bankrupt. I was wondering how did I get so angry?
All we knew was here we were in a pile of crap. And accidents sometimes are not just accidents. We landed in this community for a reason. And all though the ride has been made more interesting by stalkers who defy even law enforcement.
As if we live in a community of ghosts. These creatures of the night who are rarely if ever seen, very seldom heard.
We were now surrounded by American terrorists. No one would speak up or out for obvious reasons.
The phone calls came rapidly and repeatedly every five or ten minutes, when they thought the phone was in the house. The repeated calls saying something about safety then hanging up. The laughter behind us in the store, "Oh you know they baby talk to each other, how stupid is that". We do and we heard you.
Constant verbal taunting when I would go to the stores alone, as if we were in grade school. We had to laugh at some of this.
Multiple times men approached me asking if I knew how to spell resistance. These moments happened for weeks.
We began to think I had become famous. You know like the Hollywood people with their stalkers, but we knew the photos taken weren't being posted to make friends. Especially when they spit in my face, later others yelled for me to leave town. Or tried to run me off the road.
Perhaps my blog had found some unseen darkness.
An angry outburst in the courthouse while picking up stalking forms. After seeing one of the females working there. I had to stop and look at my own behavior.
If violence would have solved it maybe we could have punched each other out. This was stalking at its very core. And they showed no signs of stopping.
We believe the female person stalking us works at a company that also offers tire service. That being said, our tires were improperly balanced not once but twice by the same men at the same store. This woman just happens to be a manager at our local store.
It getting dark now and we are conserving. Just needed to tell the story of my stalkers.
