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Gang Stalking – Just another exciting day at the doctor’s office.

At the doctor’s office today.

Patients and doctors using stairway, instead of elevator, to annoy me. They stomp their feet as they go up and down the stairs. They sound as if they weight 500 lbs. each. The sound system in the building is at a level to make anyone deaf. Elevator doors bang constantly. Loud radio playing. A lot of slamming doors.  People making sniveling noises through their noses. A lot of loud laughter.   Non-stop throat clearing. I’m getting hit electronically by the technicians. A lot of loud sighing by clerks. Telephone ringing non-stop.  Asked for my I.D. when no one else was, even though I’ve come  to this office for years. New doctors come out to look at me and laugh. Technicians giggling outside the doctor’s office. Air conditioner put on very cool while waiting for doctor to come into room, even though it’s very cold outside. Screeching cart wheels every time someone passes the doctor’s office. Cleaning people banging brooms around and talking loudly in Spanish. People from 3rd floor banging on the ceiling above my head. A lot of coughing (you know that stupid cough they do when we’re around). The doctor’s office sounds like a madhouse.

I complained to the doctor and he said that  it’s just the workmen doing their job. Yeah, sure they are. I know workmen make noise, but not as much as the workmen do when I’m around.

Just another exciting day at the doctor’s office.

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Gang Stalking – Life will get even.

Stairs

Stairs (Photo credit: jeremydeades)

Husbands & Wifes

Husbands & Wifes (Photo credit: nerosunero)

Kids on the bus

Kids on the bus (Photo credit: roarpett)

Ah, another great day in Perplandia.

I went for a very long walk today and walked with no clear direction in sight.   I’ve gone through a terrible time lately and a lot of anger is building up inside of me.  So  I thought a long walk would take care of the anger and get me back to a half-way normal state, there’s really no normal when someone is a target.  My walk was more than three hours long and it felt good to just walk.

After my walk, I decided to head home.  When I arrived home I felt so good, I ran up the stairs.

I didn’t pay attention to anything going on around me.  As I walked toward my apartment, I noticed that the people from apartment 108 were out and had a camera pointed at me.  So I went into my modeling bit.  I twirled and turned.  They wanted to take photos of me, so I bent down and told them to take  pictures of my ass.  I thought it was funny.

Well, the wife, who was standing next to her husband, didn’t think it was very funny.  As I was opening my door, she flew up the stairs to my apartment. And I mean flew. One minute she wasn’t there and the next she was.  She came  up to my face and told me never to take pictures of  her husband or sons.  I didn’t say anything.  Here she is taking pictures of me and telling me not to take pictures of any of them.  And she told me not to ever put my ass in front of her husband. She threatened to beat me up if I ever did that again.  I responded by telling her that she’d threatened me and that it’s against the law to threaten someone.  She got in my face again and told me she didn’t care.  She took her hand and it looked as if she was about to punch me.  I told her that if she put one finger on me, I’d call the police and have her arrested.  Her husband ran up the stairs, grapped her, and forced her to go downstairs.  As she went down the stairs, she called me nasty names and told me I should start taking medication.  I responded in kind.  I told her she should be taking pills since she obviously needs them to calm her down.  When I said this, she ran up the stairs again and was about to hit me when he husband stopped her.

When she got downstairs, she again began calling me names.  Her husband never says anything, but he’s an instigator.  He quietly tells her things about me to rile her up. He likes seeing her acting crazy and defending him.  I guess it turns him on having a woman fight for her man.  What a creep!  And she doesn’t realize what the man is doing to her.

I’d had enough and told them to go talk to themselves because  I was wasting my time talking to them.

I went into my apartment and they began playing loud music.

The people downstairs never leave me alone. When it’s not the adults, it’s the two kids throwing rocks at my apartment door. But I’m not going to worry about what they do to me, because one day I have a feeling those little children are going to turn into real terrors.  And they have to deal with them. Life has a way of getting even, and it will with the people downstairs.

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