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Keyboard Typing on Its Own



Today I am thankful that I have a hidden computer.

I hide the computer.

I hide the power cord elsewhere.

I bought it a little over a month ago.

The moment I brought it home, my ex-husband's computer attached itself to mine.

I haven't used it since.

Until today.....

I have to change ALL of my paswords.

Around 5:30 this evening, as I watched a video about bump proofing locks, I noticed that someone was typing on my computer.

I wasn't typing anything.

I noticed my KeyScrambler was encrypting words.

Someone was typing for me.

My KeyScrambler software turned itself off. 

I immediately disconnected the computer from the internet.  I'm going to back up all of my art files and get rid of the computer.

I'm incredibly angry.

I'm blood ritual angry.

I write those witchy things for the superstitious former fiancé of Michael's sister, the man who likes to grab me on the street and call me Satan.

If he's really a good stalker,

he KNOWS the truth of who I am.

I may as well play up on what he says about me.  Maybe it'll scare him off. 

He can think I cursed him if he wants.

I guarantee he's got bad luck.

Truth be told...nasty, controlling a$$holes tend to have bad luck because they piss off a lot of people.....some of them powerful....some of them have a love of revenge.

Deep down, we are social creatures.

We cannot survive if we piss off hordes of people.

******

This sick part of all this is that I'm so busy changing all my passwords, that I didn't have time to pick up the new locks.

I'm thinking that this was done by design.

I wonder if they can find the hidden motion cameras?

I figured out how to send the video feeds to a computer at my workplace.

I have two jobs.....

I've kissed up to the security guards.

NO ONE is going to get to those computers, if they can find out which office I house my new computer in. 

Then they have to find the proprietary power cord.

NO ONE will get to it.

Once I have a picture of the whack-job, I'm going to have some voodoo fun fun at the local police department.

******

There are other things going on.   I'm just not sure I'll have time to share it.

I just wanted to let the a-holes know that I'm on to them.

They're going down.

Love ya,

S. 


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