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Today I am thankful for the ability to document stalking crap.


My brand new ultra-expensive 32 gb Samsung phone has been hacked.

At least, I think it was.  It will flash various screens while it sits on the table charging.  It should be silent and off when I am not using it.

I fell asleep for five hours, when I awoke the phone was flashing.

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I'm trying to remember all of the weird stuff that has been going on this week so I can write it down to remember it.

I apologize for this being so choppy.  I've been working twelve hour days selling insurance and providing hypnosis services.

If you want a boon in business, put an ad on a coupon website.  You don't make any money (they keep most of it) but it's a good way to get the word out about your services.

I built a new website and a web app. They are pretty spiffy! 

I'm busy.  I'm tired.

I need a place to document this.
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On Sunday, November 14th - I awoke to find that someone had opened the back gate.  I have so many locks on that thing - NO ONE should be able to open it from the outside.

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Two week ago, I discovered that the web cam on my computer was disabled.

Not a big deal, right?

Well.....the web cameras are inaccessible on all of the other computers in the house.

ALL OF THEM.

Every single one. 

There are six computers in this house.  There are five tablets in this house.

I'm going to run to my office in twelve hours (after my insurance shift is over) to check my work computer and tablets there.

This is  scary.  Can someone hack your computer camera so you cannot use it?

I'll have to make a mental note to research that.

It sure makes Skype conferences impossible!

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I'm realizing that Michael is the stalker.

He has to be.

I saw my phone acting up and I asked him if he touched it.

If he touched it, it would explain why the screen was not in screensaver mode.

He yelled at me claiming that I didn't trust him.

He's right.  I don't.

I am just trying to figure out what is going on and find a solution.

If he touched the phone, it's not a big deal.

If he didn't, I should scared.

Why would he yell at me for trying to reality check a scary event?

Ugh...

I asked him to move.....again.

I don't feel safe right now.

We'll see.

I am realizing that if Mike wasn't stalking me, he'd probably be as scared as I am.  He is not concerned about it.  He doesn't like trying to solve the problem.  He ignores me when I try to solve the stalking problem.

An innocent man would not ignore me when I mention a desire to move out of this house.

I'm an idiot.

I believed the wrong person.  I disbelieved the wrong people (the cops).

Oh, and the ceiling fan that overlooks my bed suddenly stopped working three years ago ('bout the time Michael claimed a camera was in there).

My spy camera detector picks up wifi waves.  With all the tech in the house, it's hard to determine where a spy camera would be.

I don't know what to do....

except to move.

I don't know what I am dealing with, exactly.

That is what makes it dangerous.

If I could prove that it was Michael, I'd feel less afraid.

The only proof I have points to Douglas V. V3ga (who moved from Golden, Colorado to within a half mile of my home).  Doug was dating Michael's sister Shannon.  I've only met him once - when he grabbed me in public and called me "Satan." 

I have caught him watching me at various points over the years.  No words were spoken - he and Shannon just.....watched.

Why?:

Did Michael ask them to do that?

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There is another thing......it's kinda strange.

Several of this blog's posts are missing, too.

I guess it is time to change the password.

Yikes!

My computer is probably infected.

Damn it.

This is insane.

It really is.

Please.......if you think you are being stalked......trust your instincts.

The police officer told me that it is always the "person you'd least expect."

She's right. 

He was.
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I have done a couple of things to try to catch the stalker in the act so I can go to the police with proof.

I can't tell you about them now.

When it works, I'll share my method - so you can use it to stay safe, too.

If you want inexpensive spy gear - try Amazon and Ebay.

They have a lot of nanny cams in the form of coat hooks and pens.

I share that because I didn't buy any of those.

I have something better.

That's all I'm going to say for now.

Stay safe!  

Love ya,

S.

EDIT SOMETIME LATER:  I do have an old tablet that Michael doesn't know about.  It was hidden under piles of size 8 clothes in my bedroom.  The camera still works.  Only the computers were tampered with.

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