Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – The woman upstairs.

The woman who lives upstairs  gang stalks me by spraying me with pesticide.  She’s been doing it since January 31, 2011.  She’s been the third person whose tried to get  me into doing something crazy.  So far, she has not succeeded.  For one, she has a problem.  She’s an alcoholic.  And while I’m not judging anyone who is an alcoholic, people should drink themselves into the ground,  if  that’s their desire, I take full advantage of her incoherence.   I should say, she has a few problems.  She also has a drug problem.  I see her at night standing by the gated fence getting something from a man who just always happens to be walking by every night.  And as I stated, if you want  to  dope yourself to death, go for it.

When she’s drinking, the drinking works in my favor.   She’s too zoned out and drunk to have the energy to spray me with pesticide.  So on the nights she’s drunk/high, she doesn’t bother me.  But on the nights she’s not,  she sprays me all night and I’m unable to sleep.  When she drinks, she’s really nasty the next day.  Like today, I passed her on my way to the bus.  She began to curse at me and told me she was going to beat me up.  She’s thrown me down on the sidewalk before.  I complain to the management office, but nothing comes of it. She’s a big woman and can easily push me.  In total, I weight 120 or less.  She weights about 150 plus, so she has about 30 pounds to work with.  When she’s not spraying me, her boyfriend of the moment takes over.

As I stated I’m not judgmental, but when you mess with my right to live a safe life, then I become very judgmental.  If I can’t live a safe live, neither can you.  I will do everything in my power to get back at you.

And this woman has made my life a  living hell.  She throws things in front of my door, cigarette butts, pieces of paper, cans, bottles, dog feces, chicken pieces to draw ants and roaches into my apartment;  whatever she can do  to draw electricity into my apartment.

She never, ever goes out,  only when I leave my apartment.  Otherwise, her job is to be a constant non-stop nuisance in my life.  That’s her job to annoy the hell out of me so I’ll do something crazy.  She’s a 24/7 annoyance.   She annoys me and expects me to just take her garbage.  A few times I’ve called her a bitch.  She can annoy me, but don’t I dare do anything to her!.  That’s the way it ways with the gang stalkers.  They can dish it out, but they can’t take it.  Well, it doesn’t work that way.  You annoy the hell out of me, I’m going to annoy the hell out of you, otherwise, leave me alone.

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2 thoughts on “Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – The woman upstairs.

  1. I have never been sprayed with pesticides unless from the airplanes that buzzed me for over a year.

    Can you explain how this works? Do they actually come up to you and spray Raid or something like that at you?

    • No, they don’t come up to me and spray Raid on me. In my apartment, they’ve put a lot of holes in the ceiling and use the holes to spray me with pesticide. They use a bucket, which is made into a sprayer, add water and pesticide is sprayed from the ceiling. Also, it’s sprayed from two other apartments which surround me on the first floor. When I take a walk, the gang stalkers have backpacks, or rolling bags, which they fill with pesticide, add a sprayer, which they have concealed in their jackets, or somewhere on their body, and push button to spray me as I walk. It’s also done from cars. Do you ever see cars with small orange lights? These lights are put in there to spray you. They usually have a sprayer in their car, usually next to the driver’s seat, with which they spray you. I know it’s hard to believe, but it happens. Be careful with cars that always have their lights on, no matter how bright it is outside. They’re the ones who have the sprayers.

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