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Gang Stalking – Woman in library complains about me.

I can’t believe how babyish the perps are. I sat waiting for my turn at the computer. I couldn’t find my list of passwords and didn’t notice one of the computers  wasot being used by anyone.  A woman sat down opposite me. She began saying something to me. I didn’t even look up because when it’s library time, they’re all perps. When I realized there was an empty computer, I quickly got up and went to it. A few minute later, I heard the security guard. He was asking the woman what I’d done to her. The woman went to the librarian at the desk and complained about me. So the security guard asked her, “What did she say to you?” She replied, “Nothing. She didn’t respond to me when I tried to talk to her.” So the security guard said, “Oh, well.”

Can you believe what they will do to get me thrown out of the library? If I had said something to her, I wouldn’t be typing this now. I would have been thrown out of the library. I wonder where they get the people they hire?  They seem to have absolutely no brains. What normal person would call security because some one did not want to talk to him/her? If I say something to the perps, I get in trouble. If I don’t say anything, I almost get in trouble. Good thing I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

The woman didn’t like the answer the security guard gave her and she left.  As the guard said,  “Oh, well”.  No great loss.

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Gang stalking – They smile and then screw me.

When I moved into my new apartment, I told you of the things wrong with it. I told you about the furniture and how suspicious I was of getting it for free. And now I can tell you why. I wanted to take pictures of the things messed up in my apartment and I didn’t want the perps to damage the photos when I took them to have them developed. The camera I have is a throwaway camera.

Well, this is what I discovered about my table and chairs.  The chair padding is disgusting.  The padding of the chairs is made of old, rusty linoleum, paint and scratches all over the padding. The padding looks as if it was in someone’s bathroom and they took it  and used as padding for the chairs.  The linoleum also has a hole in the middle of it.  Better to hit me with, I guess. The chairs are too big and don’t fit under the table.

I took the chair to the manager and showed her what I found. She said that’s what carpenters do. They use old scraps to use as padding for chairs and other things.  She told me that her father is a carpenter and that’s what he does, uses old scraps to pad beds, chairs, etc.  If her father uses old scraps, I’m sure if he’s any kind of decent human being, he cleans the crap! The linoleum looks as if the dirt’s ingrained from 20 years ago. That’s how dirty it is. I’m sure there must a law in Las Vegas that says carpenters can’t use such crap! But so far, I haven’t found a place I can go and report it.

The bed I use, as usual, has a slit in the bottom of the mattress, more like a hole, really. This is done to me everywhere I go, put a slit, or hole, in the mattress. That’s also to let electricity get to me.

My windows have air holes everywhere. It’s to let the cold, or hot, air get into my apartment. The air conditioner/heater doesn’t work. The heater goes on for about a minute and then turns cool. This is also done to me everywhere I go. And the air conditioner/heat, never, never goes off, as it’s supposed to.  The last two weeks in Las Vegas have been very cold and I really thought of going to a shelter to stay warm. But I heard horrible things about shelters, so I thought it’d be better if I’d stay home, where it’s a little safer, not much safer, but at least, I have a lock on my door.

All my faucets leak. Every one of them.

My bath tub still has water running out of it. I hate taking a shower because I have to spend 15 minutes drying up the bathroom, that’s how bad it is. The area under the bathroom sink has air holes.  The air comes in from everywhere and there are openings for vermin to get into my apartment.

The kitchen area is also very strange, behind the cabinets there are oblong, open areas where electrical cords’ are plugged into the wall and I don’t know what they’re for.

And I still haven’t figured out what the oblong thing is in my closet. I have not been able to remove the carpet covering the object. But I suspect it’s coolant system, because at nighttime, I can feel the cold air coming into the living room where I sleep.

And the carpet on the floor, I can feel electrical cords underneath my feet as I walk around my living  room.

Oh, and the refrigerator. What a mess that is!  I’m supposed to have an ice maker, but there’s nothing there. Every part of the ice maker’s been removed and there’s only a hollow, open oblong piece that let’s only lets out cold air.

On the surface, the apartment looks in good shape, but underneath it,  it’s just falling apart, purposely, of course.

It does me no good to complain. Every time I go into the office to complain, they tell me it’ll be taken care of, and this do this with a smile, of course.

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Gang Stalking – “Do you know who I Am??!!!,” she asked.

English: Shower

English: Shower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Listening to the news on shower radio

Listening to the news on shower radio (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Vector image of the Las Vegas sign. P...

English: Vector image of the Las Vegas sign. Português: Imagems vectorial da placa de Las Vegas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve thought and thought, who could have done this to me?  Who could have reported me as a dangerous person?  Who?  Could it have been my sister?  My property manager?  The zealot that lived next to me?

It could be anyone I ran into in my life and did not have good interaction with.

But who?

I think I’m getting closer to figuring out who it was, or I’ve figured out who it is.

When I first moved to Las Vegas, I got a room in a quad.  How do explain what a quad is to those you who never heard of a quad?

The easiest way I can explain it is this way.

I had  a room, and there were three others who shared a room.  We all had our own corner rooms, and shared the kitchen and refrigerator.  Two of us used the same bathroom.

The woman who lived next to me was always complaining about me. I don’t know what about. I never did anything to her. I left every day to go to work and barely saw her.  I remember, though, that she always complained about me taking a shower. Why? I have no idea.  I took a shower every day, maybe that annoyed her.  As soon as I got out of the shower, she’d go into the shower and turn it on. She never took a shower, just turned it on.  To annoy me, I guess.

After a while,  I got sick of her complaining and told her off.  I remember vividly one day, she said to me, “Do you know who I am??!!”  I replied, “I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”  Well, she was really pissed off.  After that she began playing her radio loudly. At nighttime, she’d turn her t.v. on and it was also very loud.

And I remember from that day on, there was loud radios playing wherever I went. And it didn’t matter where I went, loud radios playing everywhere.

And every apartment I moved to,  someone always played their radio loudly.

This happened in 2004.  And I think that’s really where my gang stalking began. With the alcoholic woman who lived next to me.

So, I think it’s really been eight years that I’ve been a victim of gang stalking, not four, as I thought.

The targeting starts slowly, so they can work their way up to full harassment, and a person won’t be able to remember where the targeting began.

I think the woman I met in the quad is the one who reported me as a dangerous person.  She’s the one who’s caused my life to become a living hell, like her life.

She went after me because I didn’t acknowledge her importance to the world, and she was going to make sure I got punished for it.

I’m almost 99% certain that this woman began my horrible journey into hell.

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