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Gang Stalking – Spooky place to live.

Bed

Bed (Photo credit: anjakb)

The other day, I took a picture of a gang stalker. The gang stalker ran after me and kept asking me why I was taking a picture of him. I did not answer and kept walking. He walked away and told his friend I was taking pictures of him. Both of them ran toward me and kept asking me why I was taking their pictures. Then the second man, ran over to a woman and told her I was taking their pictures. She joined them and also kept asking me why I was taking their picture. I paid no attention, and they watched me as I went up the steps.

Why is it that these people are so afraid of having their pictures taken? Is it because they’re illegal aliens? Is it because they don’t want anyone to know what they’re doing to people?

Well, anyway, I had really creepy people walking by my apartment all day. I was so spooked, I slept with my light on when I went to bed. When I went to bed, I put chairs, scotch taped my door, and put all kinds of things near it.

Believe me, these people are not people you want to meet at night when you’re walking around. If you saw them, you’d hoped that they wouldn’t take your money, or kill you.

Anyway, I woke up the next day, and my lock was open.

And today, when I went out to feed the pigeons, the woman two doors from me, kept locking and unlocking her door. So I know the creeps in apartment 206 had something to do with unlocking my door.

They were letting me know in a runabout way that they’d unlocked my door.

I thought my earlier apartment was bad, but this new place is really, really spine-chilling.

If I could find someone to move in with me, I’d let him move him. But I haven’t run into anyone in the last four years, I can trust.

So I have to live by myself with weird people who haunt me day and night.

Believe me, it is not a good feeling.

I used to carry a knife with me to bed, but after a while, stopped doing it.

But now, I’m back to carrying a knife with me to bed. I stopped because I was afraid I’d accidentally cut myself, or have something worse happen.

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