Stalker Journal

This afternoon, I noticed that someone had dumped a dead animal in the street, directly across from my driveway, which is the favorite dumping ground of my Stalker. It is right where I can see it, and smell it. We did not see Stalker dump it, but we did see him playing with it, poking it, performing with it, to draw my attention with. He even let his dog chew on it and eat some of it.

I let it sit there for several hours, while I decided what to do with it. And while I waited, Stalker remained in hiding, very silent, no music blasting, no patrolling the street. It was clear that he was in watching and waiting mode. I figured that as soon as I went out there to see what it was, Stalker would break cover and make a lot of noise. He was totally silent for about two hours, waiting for me to take the bait. But it was starting to get dark, and you can’t leave a rotten, dead animal out there indefinitely, even if a Stalker put it there to draw you into his view.

So I went out there with a stick, to get rid of it, and sure enough, as soon as I touched it, Stalker busted out of his van, and started throwing trash around in his yard, to make noise with. I wasn’t surprised, I was expecting it.

I don’t know what the animal was, but it was about the size of a cat, a stinking, flattened, fur-covered glob of meat and bones. If it was a cat, then it was missing it’s head and legs and internal organs. Stalker patrols the street several times a day, and he found, or maybe even killed this animal himself, so he could present it to me.

I disposed of the stinking flesh by throwing it into the bushes across the street, and then I went back into my house. Stalker then immediately walked out of his yard, with a quick and excited stride, down the street and right past where I had dumped the remains. No doubt with a tremendous sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.

He then returned to his yard and lit a smoky fire, to celebrate with, to announce his presence and to force himself on others.

On 11-5-25, I picked up the empty milk jug that Stalker had thrown into my yard, and I threw it down onto the street, where it bounced into his yard.

On 10-29-25, Stalker dumped a ripped-up old tarp, in the front of my yard, along the edge of the street. The tarp had sat in his yard, on the ground for several months, before he decided to dump it onto my place. I went out there and took several pictures and shared them with my friends. Surprisingly, that tarp was gone by that evening, though Stalker also dumped some new trash in my yard, food wrappers, which are still out there. If I pick them up, he’ll just replace them with some other trash.

On 10-23-25, I was working in my yard, I was pruning my trees, to get them to become more bushy and to give me more privacy from Stalker looking down into my place. I was near the property line. So Stalker, while remaining in his own yard, came up close to watch me and to attempt to intimidate me. He got within about six feet of me, before I moved away to do something else. A few minutes later, I was back in the same area, and he again approached me, to within six feet, before I moved away again. He was in his yard, and I was in mine. I don’t want to be near him, I don’t want to see him or hear him. But, forcing himself onto people who don’t want to be around him, apparently gives him a feeling of power. PATHETIC.