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Today I am thankful for my new computer.

I bought a brand new computer with a lot of security features for $240.  Don't laugh.  I bought it brand new from a local store even though the very same thing runs a little over $800 on Amazon. 

It has 1TB of storage space and 8 gb of ram

I had to rent a storage space to keep it in because I don't trust Michael not to break into my room to meddle with it.  Someone has gone though my office, too.  I feel it is safer just to use the wifi at the public library to check my emails for now...until Michael moves out of the house

It'll get me by while figuring out who the hell was fiddle farting around with the laptop at my home.

In talking to the experts, they think there is a keylogger on my computer.

I ran a virus screen yesterday and had several keyloggers installed since Friday.  I had them removed. 

I haven't paid anyone to take apart my computer to see if a hardwired keylogger is under the keyboard.  Last Tuesday, I came home from work to find my keyboard partially detached from the frame of my laptop and at least one screw underneath the computer is missing.

I confronted Mike.

He blames his family even though he believes it is impossible for them to get into the house. 

Four keys did go missing.  Mike says they fell in the trash. 

I KNOW Mike's family has dug in the garbage before. 

I'm tired of this crap. 

So....I'm in the process of removing this person from my life. 

I was wondering what one could do if she had a hardwired keylogger on her system? 

Um.....

Oooh, this is going to be FUNNY!

First things first,

I'm going to Google and re-type every Necromancy spell that I can find to control the dead.

Michael's sister used to follow me around in public.  She allegedly died in 2015. 

Michael's father used to drive by my house and corner me in my home.  He allegedly died in 2014. 

There are (quite literally) spells which allow you to make slaves of the ....

Hmmmmmm

That's interesting. I was just logged out of Blogger.

I just signed back in. 

I'm shocked that the asshole who did that doesn't want to know what is in store for his loved ones. 

Oh well...

Let me enable two party authentication. If I can do this before the jackass changes my password, I'll issue my warning.

Cheers!

Don't mess with a witch during the waning moon.....EVER!

Love ya,

S. 

I fixed the issue.....don't make me break out more black candles.  Every time I do that someone dies.  They may think death saves them....no.  There are spells to make them servators.

I've only used that once. I was in a Graveyard visiting Mike's uncle's grave. I heard his voice tell me his wife was in the hospital and to call their daughters. I sent him on a mission to tell me where...

He did....and the children met me in the emergency room. This was 2010. 

If I can recreate that spell....

Maybe....I can compel Shannon to show me HOW she got her information.

That may be fun. 

I have a friend in New York who specializes in this.

I'll send him an email just to piss off the ass who put the keylogger on my computer. They can read about my wrath.

If, as I've been told, the harassment is to avenge Shannon's death, I'll mess with their superstitious little heads as much as they mess with me.

You know.....I don't need a name to throw a curse. 

Remember.....


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