Stalker Journal

Stalker was seen this afternoon, entering the bushes across the street from me, then disappeared into them. He came out a few minutes later, carrying a log. He has plenty of trees and bushes in his own yard, but maybe clearing out a spot across the street to watch me from, is just too exciting a temptation to resist.

This evening, we come home, and within 5 minutes, Stalker is blasting his boom box, heavy metal, Black Sabbath, “Satan sitting there, he’s smiling” The heavy metal blasts for a half hour, and then he shuts it off, and starts yelling out, “Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy”, over and over again, for as loud as he can, for ten minutes, pretending to be calling his dog. Then he starts blasting his boom box again, some kind of gay music this time, and walks slowly past my place in the dark, lingering slowly. He goes down the street, or maybe just into hiding somewhere, then comes back in ten minutes for round two, walking back up slowly, with more gay music blasting.

He’s quiet now, but he’s probably out there somewhere, watching and listening for me. Most likely, the boom box will start blasting again before the night is over.

Here below, is a picture set from 2022, when the stalking got started, but before we got the restraining order against him. He had just purchased a new motorcycle, was trying to force himself on us, and he stopped in front of our driveway, got off the bike, walked away and left it there for several minutes, before coming back to get it. We just DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM OR HIS BIKE.