You Need to Understand the Mind of Your Stalker/Hitman

1. They move in, rub their hands together and smile with their signature ill-fitting crowded dentures/veneers, as if it was dinner. What it was - was childish arrested development. The first red flag- missed. But now recalled.

   
   

   Metaphorically... "dinner" may actually be appropriate.

   
   

2. They study you early on. Open and shut doors when you sit in the communal area. Follow you around and wait for an introduction from a cousin who is obsessed with renting your Turo cars. Its likely staged. He comes outside on cue just as you've predicted. Your cousin gives you the intel (she knows your stalker/hitman and they hug) on how every woman wants him. And how they "like to be chased." You don't chase anything but your ideas and dreams. That plot fails on first attempt.

   
   

3. You start a garden. Your stalker/hitman compliments yours. You respond dryly - because they seem off. The next day, they're inspired to pull up all the grass and shrubbery that was there before they moved in. It looks dry and barren especially during the spring and summer and when it doesn't rain. At first you think its conceptual. Maybe they're an artist. Weeks later, you're clear its projection, punishment for a lackluster response and a signal.

   
   

4. They stalk you- pry into your life. Social connections. Professional connections. Family connections. Internet devices. And look for weaknesses. You're an "easy" target because you have a few. You're overworked. Highly Ambitious. You have flaws- they exploit. Some of which have manifested for being "watched" for nearly 2 years. You estimate likely longer. You notice they've done it to another vulnerable neighbor. But their support system is too tight. The drill: Call the police. Come outside when its all said and done to fraternize with the brotherhood. Go back in the house and "work on you." Work on intercepting your mail, your email, your devices, your banking, your relationships, your life. You watch as passwords are changed on routers, in apps. You change them again. And again. And once more.

   
   

   You know how to close your network and put it in the cloud. You need a control tower/landing zone; WAF, monitoring and logging. You blacklist the unknown device. But you're distracted with the other drills designed to exhaust you.

   
   

5. Throw rocks. Hide hands. And Hide in Plain Sight.

   
   

6. Now you're under some sort of "illegal investigation". Intuitively you know they've contacted your employment because where you once excelled and your leadership recreated the job description for your current job to model how you work, has all fallen apart.

   
   

7. They stalk other neighbors- On Food Truck Day. They first stand back and watch. Lots of watching with man's best friend. They engage. Turn on the "Mr Rogers" Hey neighbor act. But you notice deep psychosis that they project on to you as they call you "crazy". You only have an undergraduate degree with a concentration in social psychology. You're no expert. But you're fascinated. Their emotions are quietly unregulated. And they lack emotional intelligence, social awareness and empathy. Their charisma - ill timed, delayed, mostly forced and awkward. They spot you. Not sure if they should smile or grimace at their victim. They pause for a long time and contemplate. Is she the enemy? they pick to smile, engage in trivial conversation and watch. Because they know you've known for months - today they implore their favorite device: confusion. You notice they seem dead behind the eyes. The stare mimics "Elizabeth Holmes". Little to no blinking.

   
   

8. Other neighbors notice the stalking. You write about it in your journal in your laptop. He reads everything you write. And it begins. He starts to manipulate - everyone you've identified. You start to refer to people in acronyms and other codes and has you followed to figure out who you're still talking to. Maslow's hierarchy of needs must be attacked more aggressively. All social connections must be destroyed, including the family you still trust. He exploits strained relationships to burn all bridges down to the ground. Some of the bridges burned are good ones. They're one or two which are not. You throw the baby out with the bathwater. Let them think what they want. You also realize - its not them really thinking. Its heavy manipulation.

   
   

9. They begin the rumor mongering. Its Peyton Place on steroids or a throwback to a small country town decades before. Its old school. He's over 60. So it fits. He asks neighbors "how is she still making money?" {direct quote} Because, he monitors, he thinks he's destroyed everything. Fear, uncertainty and doubt is activated until he has the whole neighborhood gangstalking you too.

   
   

10. Throw in a few calamities. And a series of "bad luck"events as a cousin calls it. A mysterious accident. You still can't be broken. But maybe for now lots of distractions will work. You calmly challenge your stalker on the hunger games bullshit. They make a scene and promise to call the police to criminalize you. And you're thrown in a mental hospital. You were suppose to miss your court date from your car accident, but you moved it weeks before. The officer on duty is a no show. But there's curious video of you "speeding" posted to social media. You challenge the meta data and show that you were traveling under the speed limit per your tracking data. Your judge perks up. Its seems uncommon to review social media footage. Your judge is also fair, one violation sticks. No points assessed- because your driving history has been good. You're on probation.

    
    

    A lawyer shows up not connected to your case, they're there for a public defense case. And they make a weird comment after your ruling. You're waiting for your paperwork to pay. They comment: "yeah someone just pressed a button - and accident." He laughs. Its so disjointed and mischaracterized. You didn't mention any buttons :) Just the things you saw before your accident. Does this happen in court? You stay quiet. You're literally still sitting on the right of the court room.

    
    

11. The "family" you thought you could trust who supported you when your mother passed tells you frankly and dismissively to "just call the police" - "don't involve anyone else." But this dude IS LITERALLY the POLICE. LOL. And "don't forget to take your meds."You have no history of psychosis/mental illness and you assure her you won't be taking the horse tranquilizer prescribed after your "clown show" lock up.

    
    

12. Your reputation is trashed. All the "she's not who you think she is"{direct quote} has finally set in. No one will care what happens to you from here.

    
    

13. Double down on the "she's crazy". And sprinkle in "the incompetence." They grow impatient and engage legal entities again.

    
    

14. Your notepad journal he stalks religiously all day everyday has a plot twist. How come no one told him about your connection to Garret? How come no one told him you were baptized in the story of "the bad seed" cousin and her mother who steals anything not glued down in Lewisdale/Hyattsville and Arlington. And all the hitmen. He's chasing clout. He's not number one. He's not even number two. He's just one of three. You think there might be more. But you only definitively know of those. The criminalization gets complicated. They LOVE to call the police. But your lineage has a cop killer in it and all of the things you came to Fairwood to escape.

    
    

    The police stalking stops, almost magically.

    
    

15. Try more. stuff. more people. Two of which know each other. Your revised count - is more than 30, many of them new neighbors. Most paid- indirectly by you. There's another new next door neighbor yelling on the back porch on an early Sunday morning about "how diabolical" this is in a recorded group message. But starts with a greeting "hello everyone".

    
    

    Its stated over and over until they get the message just right. Its also as if they want you to hear it too.The message is conveyed. Its loud and clear, girlfriend. As are the fumes coming through the adjacent shared wall. My stalker/hitman is also a mad scientist too. You open all the downstairs windows. Honks (to open and unlock doors) at night denote how many are open and when to start and stop the fumes.

    
    

16. Smells like burning wood start from the "unoccupied" house next door, through the shared wall. With the mad scientist (the stalker/hitman) now mysteriously gone, it continues. These people are LUNATICS with no facts. No facts on what precipitated my mom's stroke and the taunting my other hitman gave her about incest as a kid. No facts on how no one that I called came. No facts on my own abuse SIMULTANEOUSLY working for the police. No facts on my break down. Just orders to kill you. Slowly. Poisoning, accidents, near misses, stalking, spellwork and abuse.

    
    

17. Its a beautiful day in the "neighborhood". This is exactly how you get away with murder in Fairwood.

    
    

18. Your stalker/hitman returns after 4-5 days. You still can't figure out whose second in command. You take a guess. You know for a fact, there's an informant. Its one of two people. The Feds are watching. You notice at least two "legacy" neighbors tap out. But they were paid to gang stalk you. Guess they don't quite understand how entrapment and bribery works. Because who are you gonna call? The police? and tell them what exactly? Your stalker/hitman owns them now.

    
    

19. Before the fumes continue, your stalker/hitman surveys the land. As does your new neighbor - the fume specialist. They don't love dogs. They use them at this point to see whose watching them. And to try and integrate. You told your stalker/hitman months ago in your notepad journal that he's doing it all wrong. Everyone's on your weird payroll but you. Look at you coaching your family crime syndicate who manipulated the manipulator into believing he was the one and only.

    
    

20. The fumes continue. They've got a vending machine it seems. Today's smell brought to you by natural gas - there's a weird top note you can't describe sort of like cherry.

    
    

21. If Garret's hit was worth 1 million. This cottage industry swirling about in your name (full time jobs, cars, housing etc) has to be worth 10 times more.

    
    

22. The natural gas fumes are a bit muted a day later but still evident and present when it starts again. The mad scientist must have given orders to envelop them in food smells. "Can't stop, won't stop". Its a Diddy song and a way of life over here. The honking car locking symphony - giving cues and direction - also stops.

    
    

23. The next day, the fumes stay fuming. As does the assortment. You've smelled fresh wonder bread, the burning wood, natural gas and ammonia. The favorite must be the wood. It ramps up after midnight. The cottage industry hustle and bustle noticeably stops. The horn orchestra also stays gone. Missing is the same car that zooms pass every 5-10 minutes - perhaps on its own little patrol. And all the other new minions. The fume specialist and your stalker/hitman must be related. Its the "how you doing" hey neighbor bullshit, the deadness behind the eyes and the can't stop won't stop energy.

    
    

24. One paid neighbor still looks pissed, stuck in the rabbit hole - the stalker/hitman dug for you. They didn't know how deep it went, nor how far it goes. Their "spoils" go missing.

    
    

25. Day 50 (approx): The fumes start again 3:00AM on the dot. There's someone else in the house. They work on rotation.

    
    

26. The Mr. Roger's act is now on full display with extra exuberance. Ramped up to the max. Its overplayed, like well, everything they've done and everyone they've involved to "observe" you - for two years. You've never seen them SO excited to see everyone today. But they love a show.

    
    

    The fume specialist and your Stalker/Hitman encounter each other on trash day. He "hey neighbor's" her. She pretends she doesn't see him and rushes back inside.

    
    

27. You've figured out how the fumes are coming in through the shared wall/HVAC system. You mostly resolve the issue (for now). You hear bumps and bangs near that wall, you know they know too. The fumes represent a version of you vs. you. You've safely burned palo santo (a wood) before, you smoke now (due to stress) and used your stove to light your cigarettes. Now you only use your cigarette lighter.

    
    

    You also know for sure who the second in command of this operation is- when your stalker/hitman retreats. They're like clones of each other. When the fumes are fuming high and noticeable from the street (as they're now designed to be)- number 2 coughs uncontrollably for good affect and show like their puppet master likes. The neighborhood is broken into two factions. Those who don't want to get involved. And those who are highly paid to do the most (on your devices and in your home). And the most they do. Everyday. Over the last couple of weeks, its been a "two way door".

    
    

    Gangstalking and extreme blind loyalty has their QUIET rewards. No one does this much work for free.

    
    

28. You definitely need a handyman who comes in - not through the fume specialist's house, but the house next to that one. And bang, beat and puncture. Until you've got the desired smells going again. Its almost time for the stalker/hitman strut and signature wave. You await their grand entrance. The crime syndicate wins.

    
    

    For 2 years, this was the recipe for insanity...or death; whichever came first.

    
    

29. You can see where your HVAC was snaked TWICE. Vents you've closed opened. And in one case completely pushed down. Mr. Rogers steps on the scene with man's best friend and immediately starts coughing after passing your home. These jokes don't write themselves.

    
    

30. You need to have found a check outside, strangely placed near your home. Well their home now. The one they access now all the time. Physically and virtually. The check was written to themselves - one of your first paid neighbors. The check could be an "oops". But your intuition tells you its not. You return it. And they're response is like "OMG, how did that happen?". It was a clear signal of an exchange. You write about it in the online journal they stalk. They panic. They also disappear, after you write about the plot twist. And how this is a family crime syndicate. An operation within an operation. The "legacy" neighbors only know what they've been manipulated to know. The "new's" just don't give AF - they're down for whatever and housing.

    
    

    The fumes and the bumps/bangs begin again. An added trigger, when you write your truth.

    
    

31. You need to know that by now, your stalker/hitman has established relationships with county officials, trash men, utility workers, post office employees, cable company workers, local police. But you can't quite figure out how they're paid? Favors? Money? Ranking?

    
    

32. You wonder if you are or were depressed -then why the janky illegal investigation has to include a psych ward - with at least one employee who paraded around as a patient and went back to sit with staff. One of the other staff members you've seen before in real life. You wonder why heavily perfumed and EXTREMELY tight pants wearing police officers show up to your home looking like they're about to do a Chippendale review or a YMCA cover. Why is everything so over-played? The banging and the fumes next door. The honking orchestra. (now gone) though but how many times do multiple homes need to ensure their respective car is indeed locked in one night? Particularly the one second in command. Your hitman/stalker loves to be entertained while they torture. See #7 on being unregulated. 0 to 100. No in between. And while they're at it - let's pay the neighborhood to do it.

    
    

33. You also need the same weekend "handyman", his ladder and a variation of fumes. Rotten apples and fresh paint - brought to you by the same guy that appeared last weekend to snake your HVAC. Oh yeah and don't forget the flies. Now appearing from the outside. Open windows mean they get in. Closed windows mean you choke on these new and improved fumes. Less overt neighborly organized gangstalking activity. The "news"are going covert. The "olds" seem completely disinterested now. Didn't know how deep the rabbit hole went and what they were being coerced into. But it sounds good when you've got your stalker/hitman posting up as Mr. Rogers to lie, smile and coerce about well...everything. And maybe also pay you. You also notice things have gone missing from your home - drill bits, sensors. You wonder what they plant - when you're gone. And you definitely need cameras.

    
    

34. Your fume specialists stopped their Hey Neighbor two step with their dog. They stay mostly inside and deliver with the other(s) that work on rotation. I guess you can't have two hitmen "hey neighbor" ing everybody to death. Looks sort of stupid. And...way overplayed per usual. For now, just a little overplayed has to do - it keeps the main stalker/hitman entertained.