The place where I live, Libertwo Apartments, Las Vegas, Nevada (if you’re a target and living in Las Vegas STAY AWAY), is a hell hole filled with gang stalkers. I don’t think there’s a gang stalker who’s not targeting somebody. There are a lot of targets. I can tell they’re targets by their doors. Usually the complex manager places them near water irrigation systems; their door is dirty from the garbage thrown at their door; ants, roaches always surround their apartments; cigarettes butts, papers always on the grass, and the grass is always dry; food is strewn in front of their apartments, so I can always tell who the targets are. I’ve knocked on their doors, but they never open the door. I guess they don’t trust anyone, and I can’t blame them. I don’t trust anyone either.
And so many people constantly move in and out. They stay a while and leave. There was a target in apartment 110. She/he left. And another one in apartment 106, also disappeared. I knew they were targets because of their front doors. Their targeting came from four different apartments. And the perps are all single men. Loners. Except for one apartment where it’s a couple. He used to be a police officer. I don’t know anything about her except she thinks she’s sexy. She walks around like Mata Hari. She’s ugly and looks dumpy. I guess in her own mind she’s hot. She needs a really good mirror where she can see herself full length. And I’m sure she’ll be told about what I wrote about her. I really could care less. The lowlifes don’t deserve anyone’s respect.
But this place is absolutely awful! When you have a complex managed by a husband and wife, it’s hard not to have gang stalkers. They get paid for every one they recruit to harass targets. That’s all they do all day, recruit. They’re probably making very good money. And when they both have access to any one’s apartment, it’s easy for them to turn someone’s apartment into a hell hole. They can go into an apartment and change lighting, mess with the toilet, floor, wall, air conditioner, refrigerator, oven, ceiling. They can change anything into a weapon, as they’ve done in my apartment. My toilet has an orange electrical cord attached to the toilet. In all my life, I’ve never seen an orange cord attached to a toilet. The orange cord attracts electricity. And you should see my bathroom ceiling. Brown spots all over the ceiling from the pesticide sprayed from upstairs. It’s looks like there are feces all over the ceiling. At first, I thought that’s what it was. But by the smell I can tell it’s pesticide. It’s really disgusting living here. And then the bitch actually put a sign in the front of the complex that says “Enjoy Life”! The first time I saw the flag, I wanted to tear it down and throw it away. This place is like a nightmare. The couple have made the place a living hell for all the targets who live here. But my targeting is worse than anyone else’s. I don’t keep my mouth shut and I tell them exactly how I feel about them to their faces. And I also call them names in my blog, and I know they read it.
My lease is up in July, 2012. I really don’t know what to do. Do I move? This place is worse than any place I’ve ever lived in. It’s disgusting! I live like a rat, without furniture, or anything nice. Anything I’ve bought they’ve destroyed. So that’s why I live without furniture. Why waste my money on something they’re going to destroy? I don’t really want to stay in this horrific place, but where do I go? It’ll be the same thing wherever I go. I’m going to start looking for another place. Any place I move into has to be better than this place of horrors! And I know I’ll be followed to any place where I try to rent an apartment. And the manager and the tenants will learn all about me. And it’ll be the same thing again.
I sometimes think I’m living in some horror movie, and everything I’m experiencing is not real. I only wish it were true.
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