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Gang Stalking – Psycho bitch will get her day in hell!

Continuation of my blog from yesterday.

I remember this woman  inviting me to visit her in Florida for Thanksgiving. I thought it strange, since  I don’t remember her ever inviting me to her home for Thanksgiving any other time. So I thought “what is she up to?” Out of curiosity, I took her up on the offer of spending Thanksgiving with her. The year was 2008.

In the year 2008, strange things began to happen to me, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I basically led a normal life.

When I visited this woman in Florida in 2008, she took a lot of pictures of me. I thought it weird for her to take so many pictures. Why? Now, I know why. It was a way to identify me to the perps who would haunt me for the rest of my life.

While visiting her, I noticed a birthday card on the couch. It was a birthday card from her  15-year-old daughter to one of her friends. I read the card. It said: Happy birthday__________. And we can have some fun stalking some people on your birthday. LOL.

Stalking people? I didn’t think it was funny. I’d read stories about men and women experiencing stalking and it sounded awful! What a strange thing to want to do for fun!

But, again, I put it out of my mind.

Now, I know why the daughter found stalking funny. She and her mother were probably involved in stalking people.

I didn’t know then I would become a victim.

I also remember this woman telling me that I should see a psychiatrist. I’d complain to her about the strange things happening to me.

I remember the look in her eyes when she told me I should see a psychiatrist. She looked at me in a very cold, unfeeling way. I stared back at her wondering if this woman wasn’t a little crazy. I responded that I did not need a psychiatrist and I was very sane.

I left for Las Vegas soon after the remark she made to me about the psychiatrist.

Now that I know she has a vendetta against me, what can I do? No one will believe she’s the cause of my gang stalking.

I don’t feel any better knowing who’s behind my gang stalking.

All I can think is: What an evil bitch! She’ll get her day in hell! Maybe she already is!!!

And by  the way, all the perps have the same psycho look in their eyes and  are very cold and uncaring.

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Gang Stalking – It’s a lonely life…

A breeze in the curtains at Muleshoe Heritage ...

A breeze in the curtains at Muleshoe Heritage Center (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Toni Worked On The Air Mattress

Harassment City
Harassment City (Photo credit: Olivander)no, not the city, the federal government.

harassment (Photo credit: -kÇ-)

Today, I got a response from simpleteenagethoughts who told me I should move from where I live.  I guess I’m not getting my message across.  I moved 6 times in one year.  How many more times do I have to move to be left alone?

She told me that I should just ignore what is happening to me.  I wish I could.  I would like nothing better than not to have to deal with the gang stalkers.  But how can I ignore something that’s done to me non-stop?  What’s occurring to me is not something that happens every week, month.  It is 24/7 harassment.  It just never stops. There is nothing I can do to get away from them.  It doesn’t matter where I move, where I go, where I eat, where I travel, they’re there.  The faces are different, but the harassment is the same.  People just don’t seem to understand how insidious what’s happening to me is.

I’m not allowed a minute to myself.  There is always someone following me around…trying to hit me, trying to make me lose my cool. That’s their main purpose, to drive me crazy.  I can’t even begin to mention all the people who, because of the gang stalkers, ended up in mental wards, lost their homes, their family, their jobs.  There are people who killed themselves because they prefer death over the harassment. Once this harassment happens to a person, there is no living life anymore. The gang stalkers are an ever-present evil.  Imagine the devil following you 24/7, that’s what our existence is like.

I wish  as simpleteenagethoughts wrote, I could put this gang stalking behind me and get on with my life.  I would like nothing better.  I would like my life back.

I dream of having a nice place to live –  to have pretty curtains on my window, colorful throw rugs all over my floor, a t.v., a couch where I can put my feet up, a bed, nice dishes, silverware, glasses, friends who can visit me, have a nice dinner at a table.  These are things I miss.  I don’t have any of these things anymore.

I sleep on a flattened air mattress, eat off  paper plates, have no curtains, walk on a dirty gray rug, have no t.v., no couch, no nice dinner dishes, and definitely have  no friends to visit me.  It’s a lonely life.

By the way, thank you simpleteenagethoughts for your reply.

P.S.  Today, the bastard who has taken over my computer, keeps trying to insert a woman whose breast are showing on my blog.  I keep deleting her, but he keeps adding her.  So I’m hitting Publish, I hope you don’t get what he’s trying to add.  Please let me know if you do.  Thank you.


Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Did you have a secret hiding place as a child?

Do you have one now?

It’s strange. Yesterday I wrote about a secret hiding place I have. Of course, I no longer have it, since the gang stalkers discovered where I hid my diary.

But, anyway, I’ve always had a secret hiding place. With a family of mostly women, nothing was really safe, so I always kept a secret place where I could hide something I didn’t want anyone to see. I’ve hidden things in a couch, in a freezer, outside in the yard, in my shoes. I once hid things way up in a tree. Taped things to the back of my mattress. You’re probably saying to yourself, why is she telling us where she hid her things? Well, I can tell you now, because I will never hide anything in any of these  places again.

Yes, I still have secret places where I hide things.  Things no one will ever find.  Not even the gang stalkers.  I have hidden the things so well, I sometimes forget where I put them.  The gang stalkers can come into my apartment and take the place apart.  They will find nothing.  Just because I wrote I hid something doesn’t mean I’ve left it in my apartment.

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