I keep hearing a very high pitched noise every now and then, especially with the ear phones on. Quite puzzling.
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.
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.
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.
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.
It’s been an eventful car week. I had to take the Dodge
Durango in because it was showing that it was hotter than usual. Of course, there was the front passenger side window motor that broke, for the second time in less than a year. Stalker is a mechanic, as I’ve mentioned before (I think, this is my second post). So, it’s been in the repair shop getting the window fixed and looked at for the heating up issue.
Turns out that the thermostat was stuck shut. Last time the wires were cut to the thermostat causing the car to overheat and the engine to blow up. Cost approx. $5000 for engine rebuild and also, a short time after that had to replace the radiator completely, etc. Literally makes me sick, as it is designed to do.
So, replace thermostat and housing, plus fix window motor, etc., $550.
Makes me sick to think of spending that money on what I think is vandalism, again.
But, because of it, I decided to get an alarm put on the car today, as well as have a basic radio/stereo put in it, since the last one was also ruined, somehow. Have been driving the thing with no radio, no cd player, etc. since before mom died in 2008. All of that, $651. For a super sensitive car alarm. That way I will at least know if it’s been tampered with.
Which brings me to tonight. I fell asleep, but Aidan was still on the computer, and he heard Scarlett neigh at 1:54 a.m. He went to the windows and tried to look out with his headlight flashlight (it’s very powerful), it’s foggy, so nothing.
I woke up when he was looking out the window next to my bed. Then, at about 2:05 a.m., Scarlett neighed again. We both went out on the porch and looked around as much as possible. The crickets and frogs were quiet which is abnormal. Scarlett was quietly looking around. After we were out there a few minutes, the crickets and frogs started up again tentatively. They were silent before we went out, because we stood at the kitchen window which was already open and couldn’t hear them.
Also, I noticed a Marlboro cigarette butt by the driveway just outside the gate today.
Last night I was too tired to write about it, but I heard noises under the house. The skirting is still torn off from the Platt disaster.
I still don’t have the Durango back, I couldn’t/can’t return the rental car until Monday. Thank goodness the rental car has an alarm.
Most likely, Idiot creep is trying to find out whose car is in the driveway.
Next step, night vision cameras.
Yesterday morning, March 11, 2013
Went to the store with Aidan around 11 a.m. Discovered that the right front passenger window on the Dodge Durango failed again. It is now down in the door, and the power window motor won’t work. I had this fixed about six months ago by DNC in San Juan Capistrano, along with the right rear window, and the driver’s window.
About a month ago, I had the driver’s side passenger window fixed by Affordable Auto Repair in Temecula. That window had fallen down into the door also and the window motor wouldn’t work.
Why do all of my windows on all of my cars fail since Idiot Screwup (his pseudonym) has been around?
My Volkswagen Rabbit two door had the window window wind wing broken out. The glue just dissolved in it, and it fell out. Same thing happened in my next volkswagen rabbit, the 4 door gold one. Exactly the same thing, only on the other side.
Since I’ve had the Durango, every single window has failed. I’ve had to drive around with windows that would not go up. This did not happen when my mom owned the vehicle.
Now, the fixed window has failed.
I have no doubt that it is Idiot Evil Screwup.
Tonight, March 12, 2013, at 12.39 a.m., Scarlet neighed. She only neighs when she sees people in the yard.
Then, Gronkle our Jack Russel terrier barked about 5 minutes later. He’s the watch dog of the family.
I have decided to faithfully record all incidences, since I couldn’t be sicker of being stalked.
About a year ago, the Durango had wires cut underneath it. They were visible to both my and Aidan when we walked out to get in the car. Bruce happened to be here, and I asked him what he thought they were. He said they didn’t seem important, and got under the car and taped them up.
Well, it turned out they were important. They went to the thermostat. This caused the engine to overheat, and a blown head gasket which cost me $5000 to fix that I do not have to fix a car I just had bought from mom’s estate.
Then another huge amount of money to fix the radiator a month after the engine was fixed. Not related, according to DNC repair shop in San Juan Capistrano. Yeah, right.
In addition, the car has an expensive sound system that my mom put in it. It no longer works, mysteriously, and neither does the radio either.
Did I mention, Idiot Evil Screwup is a mechanic, btw.
I’m going to try to stick to current incidents. Because, I would be here, non stop, for a month if I tried to write down all of the things that he has done to date, since I was 22 years old.