Stalker Journal

My wife and I are coming home tonight, in the dark, and it’s raining. Coming up the hill, I see flashes of light near my property. As I pull up in front of my house, Stalker, wearing dark clothing, suddenly shoots out of his yard, and out into the street, to look at me and to show himself. Not knowing when I would come home, he had to have been watching and waiting for hours, looking at all the cars coming up the street, waiting for that very special moment when I came home. I’m not a celebrity. I’m not famous or rich. I’m not gay or bi-sexual. I live a very boring and ordinary life. But still, I am under 24/7 surveillance, from someone whose life completely revolves around me. Like a drug addict craving his shot of heroin, Stalker can’t function without his fix of ME. And explaining this to people, is one of the hardest things I’ve ever tried to do. It is so far out, so extreme, so bizarre, that people can’t imagine that this shit ACTUALLY HAPPENS.

So as I’m getting out of my car, Stalker is rushing into his property, to turn on and start blasting his music. For several minutes, as I unload my car, the music blasts and blasts, in the dark and rain, for no reason except that I AM HERE.

Three days ago, on 10-2-25, I was painting the front of my house, and Stalker couldn’t stand it. He repeatedly walked by, silently, to check up on me. But that wasn’t good enough for him, he wasn’t putting on enough of a show and I wasn’t paying enough attention to him.

So he walked into the wilderness area across the street from me, and kept stopping to turn around and face me, before continuing in deeper. He went in about 40 feet from the road, then stopped, and partially hid himself for a few minutes, while he quietly watched me from behind the bushes. (This was the same area he was in, on 9-28-25.) He then broke a branch off of a tree, and loudly and quickly walked home with it, and started a smoky fire.

As of now, 10-5-25, since I’ve been home, Stalker has walked past my house, in the dark, with his boom box blasting. Right now, no one is around, but Stalker is outside yelling and blasting his music.