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Gang Stalking- The devils always come out of the woodwork

The world seems to be getting stranger and stranger. Some of the things I’ve heard lately make me want to be on another planet.

Well, anyway, I had to go to the bank to try to resolve a problem I’m having with it. So far, it’s gone on for 6 days and no resolution.  While I was in the bank speaking with the banker,   a bank teller kept looking at me and laughing. I ignored him. Then one of the bankers came over to the teller and they both looked my way. I heard the teller say to the banker, “Huh, you came over to see the devil!!” and then both of them had a really good laugh before the banker went back to his desk.

I left the bank without saying anything. But then I decided “they’re not going to talk about me like that and get away with it”. So I returned to the bank. I asked the girl at the front if there was a manager around. She said “yes” and went to get the manager.

The manager came out and looked very angry.  I ignored her attitude and I told her  what the teller said to the banker. She stood in front of me and said nothing. So I said, “I didnt’ like their attitude. It was rude to talk about a customer that way.” Still, she said nothing. I kept looking at her for a response. Nothing. Then she finally said, “I’ll go over and have a talk with the teller.”  And she walked toward the teller. I left. I didn’t stay to see if she said anything to the teller. I have a feeling that I should’ve stayed. I bet money that she probably didn’t say anything to the teller.

This is one reason I hate going to the bank. The bank tellers are always rude and begin to laugh as soon as  I enter the bank. You’re probably thinking “why not change bank?” Why not change banks? Because exactly the same thing would happen and I’d be no better off. It might even be worse.

The bank I use is Wells Fargo and I’ve had problems in the past with their people. I’ve complained but nothing’s ever done.  And I don’t think, because I complained yesterday, anything is going to change.

And as to anyone being a devil, that’s like a pot calling a kettle black. They’re the devils. I go into the bank to get take care of  bank business and the devils always come out of the woodwork.

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Gang Stalking – And so it begins…

And so it begins…

Wherever I’ve live, there comes a point where the manager begins to come up to my apartment and tell me all the complaints she has from tenants about me. These people  can make all the noise they want, but don’t I dare to retaliate, because, of course, the perps will go to  the office and complain to the manager. She, of course, knows what’s going on and is only too happy to use her power as an apartment manager to come up to my apartment and start warning me about the noise. She will tell me that a lot of tenants are complaining about the noise.  She ignores all the noise the perps make and if I mention that they’re the ones who are making the noise, she will set me straight by telling me that they’re doing no such thing. They’re  all angels! I’m naturally the “bad” one.

The perps above me make noise all night long.  He wears heavy-duty shoes and walks around with them all night long.  The woman comes downstairs and stamps her feet every time she passes my window.  There’s a sensor in the area in front of my window and the noise travels into my apartment.  The floor vibrates and I can hear her foot steps as if they are in my apartment.  Her foot steps sound as if they’re coming from my apartment and the people downstairs think I’m making the noise. They also know I’m  not making the noise, but they want to make sure that it sounds as if I’m making the noise.  They immediately go to the manager and complain about all the noise.

And once this thing about the manager coming up to my apartment begins,  there’s no let up.  I’ll begin to see the manager more often, and every time I see her, she will have a complaint about me.  Eventually, it will lead to her telling me to stop making noise and harassing the tenants, or I’ll be evicted. This happens everywhere I go.  Not once has it not happened.  I’ll not be allowed to defend myself. I’ll be told every time that no one is harassing me and it’s my imagination.

So now that it’s began, I’ll have absolutely no peace. It’ll be more and more harassment every day.  I don’t know how much worse it can get. I don’t have  moment when I can relax. And I’ll begin getting notices that I’ll be evicted if I don’t stop harassing the “angels”.

If there’s a God out there, why doesn’t he help? I’m truly tired of all the b.s.   It just never ends!!!!

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Gang Stalking – Perps and chocolate ice cream.

haagen-dazs vanilla honeybee ice cream

haagen-dazs vanilla honeybee ice cream (Photo credit: cafemama)

English: Logo of Target, US-based retail chain

English: Logo of Target, US-based retail chain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, perps, perps and more perps.

Perps everywhere.  I couldn’t get away from them.  As I walked, people popped up from behind poles, cars, trees,  doorways.  They hide behind these things, so I don’t see them coming and  cross the street. They want to make sure I don’t miss some fat woman’s ass, or chest so big  that it’s falling out of its bra.   But  I’m very good at catching them, and I always have an out. They think they’ve caught me and  can’t get away, but I always  screw them.  They see me, walk in front of me and I disappear.  They think I’m behind them, but I’m on the other side of the street, or climbed some hill.  And I never look back to see the surprise on their faces. I’m not interested in seeing their faces, but I know when they turn around they won’t find see me.  This always gives me a good laugh.  I can just imagine them turning around, looking and wondering where the hell I went.  I do this all the time.  I’ve become very good at playing the game.  If there ever comes a time when I have to fight for my survival, I’m not worried. I’ve become very adapt at escaping.  And I’m always testing my physical skills, going up hills, walking on gravel, glass, disappearing; one minute I’m there, the next, not.

As soon as I left my apartment today, the perps came  out of the woodwork, wearing, of course, the color of clothes I wear.  Perps tripping over themselves to get me to notice them.  I paid no attention and disappeared to where there were no perps.

As I walked, a few bikers tried to run me over with their bikes. I did not move.  One fell. Good.  More of them should fall.

I went over to 7-ll to make a phone call to Nevada Power.  As soon as I stood by the phone, perps everywhere.  The store became very, very busy, people in their cars were honking  horns, big trucks making a lot of noise, people standing by the phone  were talking loudly.  I couldn’t hear what the person on the line said.  I tried calling Nevada Power over and over.   I got no signal at all.  All I got was a ding sound.  Over and over I call, but to no avail. I finally gave up and decided to go over to the library and try to make a call there.

I arrived at the library, went up the steps, and before I got into the library, I saw people following me inside.  I went over to the phone (next to women’s and men’s bathroom), dialed the phone and immediately the perps began talking loudly, slamming the women’s and men’s doors non-stop.  A group of people  stood near me and whooped and hollered (is this a library?) non-stop.  I dialed Nevada Power over and over, no response.  Some woman kept coming online and telling me the  wait to get an operator would be an hour and a half.  She sounded as if she didn’t go beyond the first grade of school.

I kept dialing the phone and getting the same woman.  A few times I told her to get off the phone. She was obviously not a Nevada Power phone person. A perp, for sure.  You see, what they do when I use the phone is this:  I make a phone call, the call goes to a recording, or a perp’s phone and my call never gets through to the number I’m calling.

So I tried different numbers to Nevada Power, but the same woman always answered the phone. I finally gave up and left all the noise of the library.

I walked over to Target to get some groceries.  Again, perps all over the place, making believe they were shopping. I needed a few things and I knew I’d be out of the store soon.  I bought a small cup of  Haagen Daez chocolate ice cream. I tripled checked the flavor over and over.  I made my way out of the crowd around me and went to pay.  I left the store and took my ice cream out to eat.  Wrong flavor. Someone switched the ice cream and put vanilla in my bag. I decided to return to the store and return the vanilla.

On my way back to the store, my first bag tore .  I looked to see if there were slits in the bottom of the bag, and, of course, there were.  I’d been so distracted by all the perps that I forgot to check the bottom of the bags for slits.  I got to Target, saw the manager and told him I’d like to replace the ice cream.  While talking to the manager, my second bag tore.  I took my groceries, put them in my handbag, left the plastic bags on the floor and told the manager that someone put slits on the bottom of my bags and that he should keep the bags.  And I walked out of the store.

I’d had it with all the b——s!

As I was walking out the of store, more perps surrounded me.  I quickly escaped the b——s.

I had so many perps following me today that my mind just overloaded. I couldn’t tell if I was going or coming.

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