Stalker Journal

Early in the morning, September 1, 2025, it’s still dark, I’m going out to get the car going, and Stalker can hear me moving around, so he slams his van door, to say, ‘here I am, I can hear you, I’m watching and waiting for you’. Even though he doesn’t work and has nowhere to go, he makes a point of waking up early, to live out his fantasy relationship with me. I take the driveway chain off the post, it makes a thumping sound as it hits the ground, and Stalker responds by slamming something down in his yard. He was waiting for my chain to drop, and he had something ready with him, to make noise with.

That evening, I come home, I’m getting out of my car, and Stalker is blasting his boom box, some song loop repeating dozens of times, “welcome home, welcome home”, over and over again, while he simultaneously moved flashlight beams all over his property and into the street. It goes on for 10 minutes, and then Stalker turns his boom box off. He then starts shouting out loud, over and over again, “Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy”, as he pretends to be calling for his dog. This crap goes on for another ten minutes, and then Stalker starts blasting his boom box for an hour. It then starts raining, and even though its dark, Stalker grabs his umbrella and his boom box and takes his dog out for a walk in front of my house. He walks past my driveway, stops, turns around and does it again, repeatedly, while blasting his boom box. This goes on for a half hour, until Stalker returns home to blast his boom box for hours into the night.

On September 2, 2025, Stalker is again in front of my place, displaying himself, working his usual route of repeatedly walking past my place, stopping, then turning around to go home.

Later that day, Stalker is dragging a tree branch past my place, that he stole from the property next to me, which means that he is preparing a fire for me that evening.

At 6:24 p.m., the Fire Department arrives, to put out the latest fire that Stalker started. I just don’t understand why they don’t give citations to this fool.

Later on, it is dark, and Stalker is out on his motorcycle, patrolling the street, looking for us, wanting to pretend that he just happened to be there as we arrived. But he missed us. And when we got home, Stalker was nowhere to be seen, but his motorcycle was in front of his lot, unattended and running, and it’s lights were on, while loud music blasted from his boom box somewhere in his yard. ANOTHER desperate ploy for attention.

And though he eventually turned the motorcycle off, the blasting music lasted for hours into the night.

The following image is from his nightly stalking run, in February, 2025.