Gronkle fierce barking 4:18 a.m. June 18, 2013

Gronkle has been barking very fiercely for the last 25 minutes, on and off.  even growling.  The only time I know for a fact that he’s done that was when I was walking in the driveway during the day, and he didn’t know it was me.

Also heard a dog barking in the distance at first.  After that, just very fierce Gronkle barking and growling.  After that, a truck.  When the truck went away, he did it again with the very fierce barking.

The road from our house to the main road north of us, that runs east/west, is closed and has been for a week at least.

Sunday, June 9, 2013 2:15 a.m. Scarlett terrified blowing again

I had been sleeping, then awake for about 10 minutes, when there was a re-run of last night.  Scarlett once again started blowing extremely loudly, in a terrified way.  It is now 2:30 a.m., I’ve kept the sounds off so I can listen.

Have thought about calling the police.  So far I don’t want to drag them out here, to walk around, just to not be able to find whoever/whatever (right) just scared the hell out of Scarlett in the middle of the night. 

Scarlett “terrified blowing” at approx. 3 a.m. this a.m. Sat. June 8, 2013

I was sitting at the computer tonight getting ready to go to sleep, Aidan was asleep in bed, when I heard a VERY loud series of blows from Scarlett.  She has never done that, never.  This was clearly a terrified series of blows out her nose.  It was too dark and foggy to be able to see her – she’s about 30 feet from my bedroom window, near the big well tanks.

She did it so loudly, I could hear her over the t.v., the movie I was watching, and the fan that I have on my desk by the computer (keeps the computer cool).  Both windows were closed, of course.

About a half hour earlier, as well as about an hour earlier, my watchdog Gronkle was barking in his room.  I checked things then, but it’s hard to check things when it’s that dark and my outside lights aren’t working.

Great, Hank is barking right now, 3:28 a.m.

Anyway, Aidan is still sleeping, he slept right through all of the commotion because he took some benadryl for his allergies before going to sleep.

After Scarlett did her scared blowing, it scared me a lot, so I grabbed the phone, the headlight flashlight, and a baseball bat and checked out the front door.  It was so dark and foggy out there I decided not to even go on the porch to check with the light.  I thought about whether I should call the police and then I though, yes, I think I should.

Right now, my main road Leon is closed and torn up starting from my property corner going north, so there is no traffic on it especially at this time at night.  Only the residents down there are allowed to drive on it.  Which is even more scary to me, because then IDIOT would be bolder, thinking there are fewer people to notice if he’s prancing around the property terrifying Scarlett, the dogs, and me.  Thank goodness Boy1 stayed asleep, he gets very worried.  He’s been through hell in his short life because of this insanity.

I gave the cops my gate combination, and they came out about 15 minutes after I called.  Two squad cars, one policeman each.  I went out and opened the gate for the policeman who arrived first and told him what happened, and a few facts about IDIOT, and he asked for his name and DOB, which of course I gave him, since I have it memorized because I have had to tell cops so many times in my life.  I could tell them make, model, year of vehicle he drives, his address, and I think I could remember his phone number as well.

So the first officer started walking the property, then the second officer came after checking out the roads around here.  They both walked all over the property, and went over to check on Scarlett and pet her.  Then they came back to where I was waiting on the porch, told me to call again if I feel like I need to, and then they went out the gate, locking it behind them and I came in the house and sat down to write down the incident.

I don’t write down all the times the dogs bark suspiciously, or, even the times I’ve heard something/someone under the house, or other suspicious noises.  Just the more major things.  I’ve perceived that after I call the police, I usually have some peace for a little longer between incidents.

I have also found more cigarette butts on the property, have also had several – let’s see, probably at least 5 times since I last posted I have had cigarette smoke waft into the house.  Same brand IDIOT smokes.  I probably should sit down and write down when I smell the smoke.  Aidan has smelled it a few times at the same time I have.  Sometimes I can smell it when I’m in the kitchen, and he doesn’t.

The policeman seemed angry with IDIOT, so I don’t know if he’s going to contact it or not.  I kind of hope not because I think it encourages it.

Most nice men want to do more than just check the property, so I appreciate it though.

Done for now – 

More Neighing

Scarlett neighed again tonight at 11:47 p.m., Monday June 3,2013.

She neighed twice within a few minutes, it was pitch dark, no moon.  No lights.  Aidan was asleep and I went on the porch to check.

Earlier the dogs had been going crazy barking.

The previous few weeks, I’ve found more Marlboro unfiltered cigarettes outside the front gate as well as inside the gate on the driveway.

Last Wednesday, I had to put two quarts of oil in the Durango, after the check engine gauge went on every time I came to a stop on the way to Aidan’s school.

There have been several nights where the dogs were going crazy barking and neither Aidan nor I could hear dogs barking in the distance, or anything else that makes them bark normally.

 

More neighing at night

Scarlet just neighed really loudly, at 11:41 P.M. Monday night, May 20, 2013.

In the past weeks I’ve found cigarette butts on the driveway, Marlboro unfiltered as the creep has used the past several years.

I heard noises under the house a few days ago.

I guess I’ll see if other stuff happens tonight, my 13 year old Boy1 is asleep (thank goodness) – he gets very upset when Scarlett neighs in the night.

More neighing

Sunday, March 31, 2013 3:31 a.m. – Scarlett neighed again as if someone was going to feed her.  I went out on the porch after she neighed once more at about 3:36, looked around from the porch, shined the light in the yard, and on her.  She was standing toward the house just past the well tank, looking at me head on.

I went back in the house after about 5 minutes with the pepper spray and the flashlight.  I was trying to be quiet because I didn’t want Aidan to wake up and be upset.  He had a hard time falling asleep because he worries that he’ll have to wake up to me checking on a noise – the alarm, the dogs barking, or Scarlett neighing again.

After I was in the house, she neighed two more times within about 10 minutes.

When Aidan and I were outside the other night, she kept neighing to us to try to get us to give her grass since she knows I’ll pick grass for her.  That is the ONLY time she neighs the way she’s been neighing in the middle of the night.

I’ve been sitting here with everything turned off and the sound amplifier plugged into my ear phones, seeing if I can hear something outside.

Guess I just have to spend more money and it makes me angry.  As is Idiot Creep’s aim.

Called police again 12 a.m. March 25

Tonight, I heard Gronkle barking (he’s the best watch dog), so I turned off the fans that we keep on the computers to keep them cool so I could listen.  Heard Scarlett neigh again.  Aidan and I went out on the porch, and heard scuffling behind the water tank.  At least the car alarm didn’t go off.

Anyway, so I called the police because Aidan gets really rattled and hoped that it would scare Idiot Creep off so we wouldn’t be up all night checking outside and listening.

The same officer came out, although this time he was alone.  The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me until he got here and I gave her the stalker information again.  She was very nice and a good dispatcher, which counts for a lot when you call all the time because of an Idiot fool Creep.

The officer walked around the yard and checked things out with us, was actually one of the better policeman, and then after checking things thoroughly he went down the road to the dead end and then along the road across the field.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful.

 

However, tonight, at about 11:30 p.m., Gronkle started barking while Aidan was asleep.  He was sort of awake.  I went into the kitchen and listened at the kitchen window since I had it open to cool things down from today.  I was standing there quietly when I heard a man’s voice say, “come over here”.  I couldn’t tell if it was right there in the yard, or right outside the fence.  It actually sounded like it was in the yard, but I didn’t tell Aidan that because I didn’t want him to get upset.  He gets really upset and can’t calm down very easily, and I can’t blame him a bit.

His job is to carry the baseball bat.

Well, now I’m going to have to spend more money, and get motion activated lights on the outside of the house.   We’ll both feel a lot better with bear spray.  My small pepper spray isn’t enough to make me feel safe for both of us.

Also, I’m worried that calling the police has given Idiot Creep more Narcissistic Supply, because the always ask me for his name, address, date of birth, the truck he drives, etc. and I worry a bit that they are going to contact him, which, I know without a doubt gives him great satisfaction and encourages him to continue.

I go back into horrible alert mode.  Not healthy for me or especially for Aidan.  He needs to feel safe.

Anyway, we both went out in the yard and looked around, this time I let Gronkle out just to see where he would go.  I have to keep an eye on him because he’s small and I don’t want anything to happen to him if he does run into Idiot Creep in the dark.

I then came in the house and put Brat on a leash and let Hank run with Gronkle to see where he would go.  That ended very badly because he hunted down a baby rabbit and killed it.  Tyler taught him to do that and I hate that.  He’s a hunting dog, bred to have a soft mouth.  My other weimaraners were so soft mouthed they would catch a live chicken and bring it to you without a feather missing.  Not Hank and Brat.  Hard mouthed, mainly from learning to be “varmint” hunters from Tyler who would have killed anything he could catch.  I don’t know who had him before we rescued him, but we know it was a man in his 20’s; he probably thought it was great fun to encourage him to chase small animals.  Defined as you basic grade Idiot.

I feel horrible about the poor little baby rabbit.  We have a ton of rabbits in the yard since I don’t let the dogs run around and chase them so it probably thought it was perfectly safe.  I don’t think the coyotes get in the yard very often anymore since I had the fence put back up.  Poor little thing.  I don’t mind them because the weeds need eating and I think they are very cute.

And I thought Hank was following a scent, maybe of someone who had been in the yard.

No more Hank running loose at night.

I’m making a list of necessities to help with the problem.  It makes me very angry because I know his main purpose is to force me to spend money, by vandalizing and forcing me to deal with his scumbag self.

I start thinking about that, and then I can get into a very dark place of rage and fury, and cynicism.

I start thinking about my family, and the way my brother blamed me for being stalked.  Badmouthed me to my father and did his best to minimize it, dismiss it, and influence the rest of the family to do the same.

Example?  I had to leave my exercise bike at my mom’s house when I left to get away from Idiot Creep after he made his suicidal gesture and I called the cops, etc. etc. etc.  She wanted me to leave it there because she said she wanted to use it.  

Instead of using it, she put it on her porch.  It sat on her porch next to the house.  When I came back from being out of the country, I saw that the heavy plastic body was melted all over, melted with large holes and the plastic had dripped down.  The porch underneath it was burned through all the way, leaving holes in the porch also.

I asked my mom what happened to it.  She said that she though Jeff had thrown battery acid on it in a rage while I was gone.  He had come to her house repeatedly, ranting and raving and telling lies.  Of course, she didn’t call the police.  She just let him show up, tell his diabolical tales, and then told him to get lost.  Even though I had told her to never open the door, never have any contact whatsoever, and to call the police at any sight of him, especially since I had a temporary restraining order on him at the time.

When Bruce came over, I showed him the exercise bike.  His response?  That wasn’t battery acid that melted the body of the bike into a creepy mess with holes.  His son had been spraying cleaning stuff around on the porch.  That’s what did it.  Yeah.  Invalidation anyone?  Colossal invalidation anyone?  But, that is one of the least displays of invalidation dear older brother has done.

When I saw the melted stationary bike, I remembered a story Idiot Creep had told me before.  He told me he had never finished high school, because he had been expelled.  Why?  Well, there was another student at his school whose family had a lot of money.  They bought a very, very nice muscle car for their son for his birthday and to celebrate him getting his driver’s license.  The car was Idiot Creep’s “dream car”.  

This enraged Idiot Creep.  His response was to mix up a batch of battery acid that his chemistry teacher had taught the class how to make.  He took the acid and dropped it in the center of the hood of the brand new car of his classmate.  It burned a hole right through the hood, the engine, and down to the ground, ruining it. 

The school found out it was Idiot Creep who did it.  The chemistry teacher who had given Idiot Creep this knowledge was fired, and IC was expelled in his junior year of high school.

Such a nice story, hmmm?

Then, mixed with all of my other terrifying experiences connected to Idiot Creep, it was beyond terrifying for me to see my exercise bike like that.  Somehow, it made me feel sick that my own brother came up with that “explanation”.  He accomplished so much hatefulness in that one explanation.  Implied stupidity on my part being one of them.

Probably the worst thing about his dismissal and minimization was that it took away any support for me, and, that it kept me in more denial than I was already in about the danger and damage to my life from being stalked by Idiot Creep.  More on that later.  Makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Called police

Hmm, let’s see.

Well, after having problems with the car again, when I got it back I decided to go ahead and have an alarm put in.  Although, as soon as I got it back from the repair shop, after having the thermostat, etc. replaced and the front passenger side window fixed for the second time in a year, the rear passenger side window fell down and now requires fixing.

Anyway, I did get the alarm put in.  That night, at 12:10 or so a.m., I was asleep and son was still playing Minecraft on the computer when the alarm went off.  The little icon was the “shock” icon, so something had shocked the car.  The dogs had barked a few times just prior to that, then went nuts after the alarm went off.

Aidan and I went outside to check things out.  I had my pepper spray and Aidan had the baseball bat.  The car had a big hand print in the condensation on the hood.  It looked like that was the cause of the “shock”.

We looked all over the yard and checked Scarlett.  Went in the house, and Aidan was really rattled and wanted to call the police.  I didn’t really want to because I know how it goes ad infinitum ad nauseaum.  The come out, look around, act like maybe you are crazy or something, then leave having accomplished exactly nothing.

Then the dogs went nuts again, so we went outside, just down off the front porch. and stood quietly.  Scarlett had neighed lightly earlier also.  (She only neighs when she sees a person or a horse.  She’s optimistic she’ll get fed again)

Then we heard someone go over the fence in the corner, right at the corner of the two streets Keller and Leon.

Aidan was really rattled then, so I decided to call the police mainly because I didn’t want him to worry so much.

Police came, I let them in the front gate.  Talked to one officer as others came also.  He looked at the handprint on the car, heard the story about the vandalism and as we waited I told him a bit more about the history of things.

I kinda wondered what we were waiting for, and then one of the cops said, “I can hear it” – and then a helicopter came!  They shone their extremely bright light all over the 2 acres and the neighborhood, very thoroughly.  It was really great because I felt like they listened.  Although, I didn’t have much hope that they’d find Idiot Creep.

I explained that he has fantasies about being an Army Ranger, that he reads these infantile novels about some hero army ranger guy.  He collects guns, combat knives, and other stuff.  He has a lock pick set and night vision goggles. 

I explained about how the cable t.v. repair man went under mom’s house after I had bought her a new television and it had suddenly quit, and nothing I did could get it to work again.  The repairman went under the house, found the cable had been pulled out under there, and discovered hundreds upon hundreds of cigarette butts all over, under the house.

Validates all of those times I was talking to my mom at her house and we would smell cigarette smoke, Marlboro.  I could tell after all of this time of harassment and torment.  I had thought he was hanging around outside, but we never understood why it seemed to surround us.  Eventually other stuff happened, like the house skirting in the driveway being moved and dented.  Another time I caught a glimpse of him coming out from under the house there in the driveway and taking off.

I had gone outside and sure enough there the car had a big handprint on it next to where he came out and the skirting panels were parted and dented.

Anyway, the point of all of that is it takes someone especially bizarre to go and sit under someone’s house with the spiders.

Also, we found that he had been hiding under the front porch at mom’s other house, #80.  My brother had taken the front porch off in order to rebuild a new one and he also found a bunch of cigarette butts under there.  This was a long time before the cigarettes, etc. under Grama/mom’s house where the cable guy found all the cigarette butts.

So if Idiot Creep saw a helicopter he would have no qualms about crawling under whatever is handy, including under my current house.

Neither of us slept very well after that, Aidan was especially upset.

This makes me more upset than I could possibly explain.  That my child would be forced to deal with this utter evil for any reason EVER.  Words cannot explain how sick that is.

The stress makes me literally sick.  This happened a few days ago, Tuesday early a.m., March 19, 2013.  It made us really exhausted and tired the past few days.

Words can never describe the horror of the impact this has had on my life, the extent, anything.  No description comes close.  I couldn’t possibly describe the cost to me both in money and life.

Aside

Scarlett neighed again, earlier, at about 7 p.m. or so Sunday March 2013

It is now Monday, 12:10 a.m., and the television changed channels and the mute went off.

It’s possible that direcTV is responsible for the channel changing, because I’ve had problems with them also lately, the past month in particular with the channels changing on their own, it seems when I am actually watching something.  Then I am on a channel that says it’s one thing in the guide, but I’m watching something totally different.  Can’t find the program that WAS on that channel.

But, how is it possible that the TV went from mute to sound on?  I do have a window facing the television.

 

Makes me think of the cable tv repairman going under mom’s house to fix the cable that had been pulled out, and telling us about the hundreds of cigarette butts under there.  It was quite common that I would be talking to my mom in her bedroom and we would both smell cigarette smoke.  Of course they were the same brand Idiot creep smokes.

I have also smelled cigarette smoke a few times in the past few months and found cigarette butts around.  Even though no one I know smokes, I don’t smoke and I haven’t had anyone over who smokes, including people that are here to fix something or deliver something.