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Trying to Prove that My Stalker Died

Today I am thankful for good friends who share their paid subscription to the SSDI death index.

I see my therapist tomorrow.  My homework assignment was to try to figure out whether Shannon had actually died because stalkers have been known to pretend to be dead in order to trick their victims into letting their guard down. 


So....I've been trying to be creative.


I called all the mortuaries....nada. 

I visited the Catholic cemetery.....nothing. 


I cannot access the records from the health department because I am not a member of the immediate family. 

My friend believes that the SSDI death index updates itself weekly, so I thought that could help me figure out whether or not I am safe. 


Well....she's not listed. Her is a cut and paste

United States Social Security Death Index
No records found for Name: Shannon D***s, Event: Birth, Event Range: 1971-1973, Event: Death, Event Range: 2015-2015


I really, truly hope she isn't walking among the dead.  Death is a final end to the stalking.  I would have felt better if it were to have ended with her being rehabilitated. 

In any event, I'll be happy to have it end. 

The only evidence I can find for her death is a YouTube video put together in her honor.  There is only one comment memorializing her. 

I really hope this is a farce.  I'll share the video. 

She was well over 500 pounds when I last spoke to her outside of my making grunts of terror.

She looked to be about 215 pounds when she tried to break into my house.  I recognized her by her skin.  That woman had tiny pores!!  Her skin was always beautifully smooth. 

What a way to recognize someone!! 

I would say she looked a tad bit heavier when she watched Steve and I suck down coffee.  That was the last time I saw her.  She wore a baby blue suit and black flats.  She wore a string of white pearls and had her Macintosh Computer facing us.  I'd never seen her in a pantsuit before.  I once bought her a peach dress suit to wear to a wedding.  It was a special order.  She looked great in that color, the photographer snapped quite a few pics of her.  I still have many nice photos of her wearing that. 

On this day, she looked very nice.  I only recognized her because she was staring.  She'd lean forward when I started to talk about the children.   I don't remember her ordering anything....but, mind you, I was really too freaked out to pay too much attention to that. 

When you see her face, you'll see how easy it was to pick her out of a crowd.

When you hear her speak, you'll realize that she could have been anything in her life....part of me hopes she still has time to be who she needs to be rather than harass the holy crap out of people. 

If she is truly dead, I'll never know WHY she did the crazy stuff she did.  Maybe it is better that way.  I probably wouldn't understand.



She may have been helping her brother spy on me.  She may have been trying to dig up information for their mother.  I don't know....

It was just....

.so...

weird. 



Now matter what the outcome, may Shannon be moving toward bigger and better things.


Love ya,

S. 


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