Stalker Journal

I’m coming home tonight, as the sun is starting to go down, I’m going up the hill towards my house, and from a distance, I can see Stalker walking slowly in the middle of the street. He was patrolling, watching and waiting for me. He sees me coming, then he runs off the road and into the bushes, about 30 feet from my driveway. As I drive by him, he initially has his back to me, then he turns around and pretends to be surprised that I’m passing by. He stares at me, won’t take his eyes off of me as he pretends to just then be breaking a branch off a tree. Reality is, he had the branch already broken, and waiting there, because he wanted to be seen clearing that unoccupied lot. He wants to be close to me, to see me and be seen, and to clear out as much of the foliage there as he can, to eliminate any privacy I have. He doesn’t own that land, and neither do it. But he’s making trails in it, clearing it out, getting close to me and spying on me and my wife. And while he was wandering the street, and hiding in the bushes, he had his boom box on, on full blast, in his yard.

In the past week, Stalker has set up large mirrors on the hill across the street from him, so he can sit in his van in his yard, and look into my yard. And no, he doesn’t own that land either, it is owned by the County of Hawaii, it is a nature preserve. But Stalker has multiple mirrors in there, along with other trash. Take over the land, fill it with trash and spy on your neighbor.

Stalker likes to vary his routine, takes a couple days off or changes up his stalking hours. Always keeping things fresh and exciting, as he lives out his fantasy life. Keep them guessing, how the game is going to be played. Stalker hadn’t put trash directly in my yard, for about a year, but in the past week, he has dumped two, different, food containers in the parking strip in front of my house. I don’t pick them up, I just kick them out into the street. No point in picking them up, as soon as I do, he’ll just put out more. The trash he dumped directly across the street from my driveway, is still there, it’s been a year already. Last week, after three days in a row of silence and hiding, Stalker started blasting his music at 8:50 p.m., and kept it blasting until 2:30 a.m. He was stalking the street in front of me, in the middle of the night, while music blasted from his boom box in his yard. The next night, he started blasting at 9:10 p.m., and it lasted for a half hour.

At the time of publication of this post, it is dark, after 8 p.m., and Stalker is again blasting his boom box. Will probably go on for hours.