Stalker Journal

Last Saturday, the Stalker SET HIS OWN YARD ON FIRE.

For years, his daily burning had been up in the front of his yard, near the street, where people could see the smoke and flames, so people would LOOK AT HIM. A few times, he even lit cardboard boxes on fire along the edge of the street, then got on his motorcycle and rode around the block, leaving the flaming cardboard unattended. But I guess that wasn’t good enough, he needed more game.

So in the middle of the night, on August 23, 2025, he set a smoldering fire in the back of his yard. And by about 12 p.m., the wind had picked up pretty good, and the wild grass, weeds and trees at the back of his lot, went up in flames, in an area of about 50 feet by 100 feet. And somebody, possibly the Stalker himself, called the fire department. (In the past, he had called the police on himself to do a welfare check on him when he wasn’t there, and then watched from a distance as they attempted to make contact with him. Then, as soon as the police left, he came roaring up on his motorcycle.) The firemen arrived at about 12:15 p.m., and they tried to access the fire through my yard, but realized that that wouldn’t work. So they went through the Stalker’s front yard, to the back of his yard, to put out the fire. And while the firemen were on his property, putting out a fire that he had set, the Stalker REMAINED IN HIDING INSIDE HIS VAN. There were fire trucks on the street, 20 feet from his van, and firemen working on a fire, 50 feet behind his van, and he stayed in hiding inside that van the whole time.

He stayed in hiding all throughout the day, on August 23, and didn’t blast his usual music nor do his front yard burning. Then, at 6:30 a.m., the next day, he heard my wife and I moving around, and he just had to come spy on us, so he came out, started up his motorcycle, and drove slowly past my driveway. He went down the street a little, turned around, and 30 seconds later, came riding slowly by again. Then, it was back to the usual business of blasting his music all day, and burning in the front yard.

On a separate note, for the past several months, the Stalker has been going on the property next to me, breaking branches off of trees, to try and eliminate any privacy I have. He has created pathways on the privately owned land next to me, to get access to my property on that side, and he has cleared open viewing areas so that my backyard can be seen from the street. He also uses these open pathways he created, so that he can stand on the street, stare into my yard and blast music through them with his boom box. He regularly, daily, sometimes hourly, walks slowly past my place, blasting his boom box. As a bonus for him, he slowly drags the branches that he stole from that yard, past my place, so that I can see him, and then he burns those branches to make smoke with. He’s slowly clearing out the property next to me… on land that he doesn’t even own.