Sunday, January 31, 2010

An Excellent Read On Gangstalking.

http://groups.google.com/group/alt.privacy/browse_thread/thread/f18b13ec6ffe4d13

Friday, January 29, 2010

Are You Tasting It.

9.15pm Get asked "Are you tasting it you slut", yes I was definately tasting something, like pesticides. After this she says "Yeah well I'm never going to shutup".
Then says "Well I said you were the bloody sick one bitch and now you've gone and
...yeah well your supposed to be a schizo". She's absolutely mental. In the early hours of this morning she's going off "Its your medicine, yours, not mine". I guess its definately hers, she wants other people to take it for her. She comes out with "goody goody goody your going to die" I had started to look at images for art, and they had said to me before "Do your art and your dead". Must be so sad not to have anything else to knock around, try your bloody self.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Stalking Videos




At 2 seconds you can hear him whisper "Cheep Cheep Killed da whore". This is recorded in my home, no one else here.



This one they say something then "farking knock shop.

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This one at 6 seconds he says really quickly "Kill her".




This one you can hear and then see the projectiles flying at my dog. He has been hit so many times. They also have said something to him I can't work it out. He doesn't go into the back yard now only to do what he has to do. We are getting hit so many times now and chemical attacks also, we don't get to do anything at all through the day. And the majority of it is spent on the floor for both of us. Most of the night is spent outside as you just can't breathe in here from chemical attacks.

The photo I took one night when you couldn't breathe in here, sparks flew up every where.
Trying to stay in here again is unreal and feel dizzy every time I try and walk around..
The hissing in here this morning after 4am was unreal, then they had the cheek to ask "Can you hear the hiss".
My computer gets turned off, and gets frozen quite often now, and back to playing with the mouse, try and pull it one way and it goes the other way, so whacker the hackers back on and at work again. Nothing wrong with the mouse, its a new one, I got it to see if it would make a difference. But no its them.

Monday, January 25, 2010

High Pressure Squirt Guns


Once again forced outside last night, I stayed out the back for awhile, had no choice, and then in the early hours of the morning went and slept in my car, was funny about 3.30 am got told "I'm going to bed now", and straight away the light went out in the neighbours front bedroom. While sitting out the back I heard something drop into my ceiling, if I thought it was bad inside before that, it was shocking after. I went in to make a coffee, couldn't finish it, took about 3 times of going into the kitchen, each time nearly passing out, before I got to finally get one. While I was sitting out there drinking it I saw a shot of light fly past and just about hit the neighbour on the other sides air vent in the wall. It took me a couple of secs to realise it wasn't a laser as I thought but a shot of fluid flying past. It had obviously come from one of those high power water pistols you can buy. I went out the front later and sat in the car as couldn't stay out the back any longer, and while sitting in my car saw exactly the same thing go right across right to the open window of one of my bedrooms. The one out the back I have seen before and always assumed it was a laser shot at the next door neighbour, from the photos I have got before, now I am wondering how many have not been. The fluid is not clear, so it isn't just water, but a murky white fluid colour, or shows up that colour in the night. Most times before it has mainly been the kitchen that has been the worst, not being able to go in there at all, last night it was every room in the house. After hearing the first drop in the ceiling, about 15 minutes later there was another one. Going back about 3 weeks ago I had said to me "What happens when you run out of rooms to go into." Well true to the words it happened. While sitting out the back got "Get your art and get out, leave everything else for me".
Once again I tried to get into the garage last night to get some milk and cool drink, my mouth was so fuzzy and dry, and I felt really sick, but after two attempts driving there and back, had to give it up and drink the water in the car, and the powdered milk at home. I was also very slow in picking up the meaning of what was meant when they said "bombs away girls". They meant pesticide bombs.
The photo above, this guy can shoot 50 feet.

I have put this list of his obsessed "your dead" threats on, this is going over some months.

Show your face outside and your dead
Do your art and your dead
Go near that door again and your dead.
Hello dead bitch
I see one dead Cu*t coming down the road.
Go out and your dead
Look at that photo again and your dead, got a bit mixed up with that one they did, it was a portrait I drew of someone and not a photo.
If I find anyone else in that bed with you I'll fucking kill you.
Go into your computer room and your dead.
Post that letter and your dead, this was one I sent of somewhere reporting some of this.
Die quietly you bitch.
Die clean you Bitch.
Piss off and die some where else you bitch, before I moved in here.
After moving in here, Your not moving, your not staying here, your just going to lay down and die.
Is she dead yet.
Oh and now just yesterday, have a shower and your dead.


Early hours of the next morning now, there has hardly been any chemical attack today, I actually got to stand up and have a shower, and get to the shop and back ok in one go. Plus cook something for tea. But tonight they are back to the non-stop hissing and the heat etc to go with it, and feeling of burns on my body. As I walked through to put this on, got told "Well back to the chemicals, you'll get it one way or another". And oh boy, I did some art, and did they start. As she has said before "Every time you want to do something I'm turning it on".

Saturday, January 23, 2010

GO IN YOUR COMPUTER ROOM AGAIN AND YOUR DEAD.




In the early hours of this morning I got told "Go in your computer room again and your dead. I put it on the video at that time. Today when I went in to the computer room, I thought I would record when I was going in there, and I was ok. It didn't take long to be tasting a chemical taste in there and wasnt long before I had to leave the room. I am tasting it again now. Just after the earlier lot they said "Go on taste that one you slut, I just want you dead".
I remember back quite some time ago they said "Your going to be on medication the rest of your life". Not that long after moving in here, the third lot of tennants moved in, I started getting told "We can make it all chemical if you like try fighting that". They did exactly that. Then with the fourth lot of tennants (they know the third lot). I was sitting in my computer room one day and got "Hey ambipur slut there's your medication, I give you mine, what's it taste like," I had to leave the room quickly. And within about 10 minutes felt very sick.
Not long after that piece of shit from them they come out with "Your not having the t.v., or your art, or the computer, just bloody die quietly." And she wants to SEE me "Run from room to room"

It said to me one day "I'm going to turn it on every time you want to do something". This is exactly what happens EVERY single time I want to do something, the hissig starts in here. Trying to watch a movie or do anything at all with this going on continually is unreal. Its so hard to believe anything so UGLY is really around on this earth. To live your life so eaten up must be very sad indeed.
One of the things I find very sad with her is her from room to room routine She starts in one room one way and then when I walk to another she says "Now I'm going to change and be different in this room". And so on in different rooms. The other incredible thing is how when these messages come in the phone flickers, It also flickers when I talk to it. I have put videos of this on before and have more to put on. A talking flickering phone, how clever. going back awhile ago they said "One or two more and she's done".They think they're very clever the way they do it and then when it starts to come through into here usually say "Whats that taste like slut". There knowledge of the English language is limited. Like themselves. Then they come out with "Well your not doing your art you slut". So, now we know that anyone that does art is a slut.

I have put the next video on of my dog, nearly 4 days now he has just lain on the lounge or floor I would say he has had only a few hours in that time up and around. The chemicals have been affecting him also.

Friday, January 22, 2010

THEIR NEW METHOD OF GETTING ME OUT

There has been a constant hiss in here since yesterday, this is to do with their "new way of getting me out." After awhile you have to leave the room your in, as you start to feel like your going to have a stroke, with numbness spreading through your arm, and your co-ordination not as good.
At the same time saying "You've got us you fucking pig, get out".
I spent a total of 10 hours yesterday on the floor, before I could stand up. Today they said "Now you're going to vomit every day", which I have been retching for the last couple. The taste once again is chemical. They seem to think it is quite funny and come out with "You could just die quietely." Aren't they so bloody funny.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Spending my life on my backside.

It has been about 4 hours now since I have been able to stand up, we just had another chemical taste right through the house again, this one may have come right through the window, as my dog barked at the front door just before I tasted it in the room. It has been non-stop today, they are desperate because they have been exposed in some ways. Today has been spent moving around on my backside most of the day I haven't been able to stand up without starting to pass out. I called my dog a couple of times because I couldn't make it to him, he didn't come a couple of times so I guess he couldn't make it to me either. This reminds me a lot of a blog called e-abuse, the last blog I read of hers she was saying she couldn't breathe any more, there weren't any more entries after that one and it was made private.