How My Conflict With Cody Sparked Full-On Gang Stalking By Neighbors
Ever since Cody won his ill-gotten protection order against me last year, I've noticed loud conversations between neighbors through the ceiling and in the hallways. I could never identify who they were, and I only ever caught bits of phrases, but it became clear over time that they were talking and complaining about me. I'd hear a frantic female neighbor recounting my activities to another neighbor, talking about guests I'd invited over in the night and giving details about the interior of my apartment that she ought not know.
It seems Cody befriended at least one of the upstairs neighbors and shared with her the details of our disagreement, though I'd warrant the version he fed to her was incomplete at best. This woman, who I have never met, is 100% Team Cody, and she seems hellbent on complaining to anyone and everyone who will listen. It's like she's started a campaign to try and see me either evicted from my home or arrested -- perhaps both. I've heard her loudly bitching about my cameras, which are perfectly legal and only capture public areas where there is no reasonable expectation of privacy. Still, she thinks she is being monitored, like I have any interest at all in what this disembodied woman's voice is doing in her day-to-day. Ego much, lady?
It seems Cody befriended at least one of the upstairs neighbors and shared with her the details of our disagreement, though I'd warrant the version he fed to her was incomplete at best. This woman, who I have never met, is 100% Team Cody, and she seems hellbent on complaining to anyone and everyone who will listen. It's like she's started a campaign to try and see me either evicted from my home or arrested -- perhaps both. I've heard her loudly bitching about my cameras, which are perfectly legal and only capture public areas where there is no reasonable expectation of privacy. Still, she thinks she is being monitored, like I have any interest at all in what this disembodied woman's voice is doing in her day-to-day. Ego much, lady?
For months, I doubted what I was hearing, thinking perhaps I was losing my grip on reality. I was afraid I was suffering hallucinations or psychosis. I spoke to my psychiatrist about it, wondering if my medications might be causing auditory hallucinations either as a side effect or as an interaction with one of my other medications. The answer was no. I've talked at length with my DBT therapist about what I've heard this woman saying about me and how it has been affecting my agoraphobia. She says there's nothing to worry about, because if there was a woman paying that close attention to me, and if she actually had beef with me, I would have been contacted by the landlord or by police or by someone by now.
But I know I'm not crazy. I know what I've heard. This person has gone and recruited other neighbors along with Cody to a sort of around-the-clock posse keeping an eye on me and my every move. It's so maddening that I often catch myself cursing at her out loud, telling her to leave me alone, go away, get your own life, mine isn't yours to watch. But that only seems to egg her on, and I just hear more and more of her.
One of the neighbors in this little cabal of stalkers can frequently be seen in the hallway outside my apartment door walking slowly past, listening intently, even stopping in the middle of the hall to get a really good listen. He's prone to yelling wild accusations and making threats. He's accused me of "selling heroin" and has been caught on camera saying, "I will MURDER you!", to my door. I recently learned this guy's name is Trevor and that he helps out with little things around the building, so they gave him a master key. Terrific.
Lately, since the protection order expired and I was finally able to notify Cody that I'd written off the money he stole and informed the IRS about the cancellation of debt by filing a 1099-C on him, making it income for him to pay taxes on, I've noticed several heated yelling matches emanating through the hallways at night. I get the feeling Cody has had several meltdowns, fits of rage, violent outbursts, pick your poison. He's prone to those. And right there with him, I can hear Miss Meddle all up in the middle of things, fanning the flames and inserting herself into conflict that doesn't involve her.
Lately, since the protection order expired and I was finally able to notify Cody that I'd written off the money he stole and informed the IRS about the cancellation of debt by filing a 1099-C on him, making it income for him to pay taxes on, I've noticed several heated yelling matches emanating through the hallways at night. I get the feeling Cody has had several meltdowns, fits of rage, violent outbursts, pick your poison. He's prone to those. And right there with him, I can hear Miss Meddle all up in the middle of things, fanning the flames and inserting herself into conflict that doesn't involve her.
I've kept a detailed log of incidents like this going back to October 2023. Each time I detect her sharing information about what's going on in my apartment or complaining to either the police or the landlord about things she thinks I've done, I make note of it. Every time I catch Trevor stalking me out in the hallway or muttering his threats at me through my door, I write it down and link the entry to the video footage from my hallway camera. Every time I've had an unexpected run-in with Cody, where I feared he would try to use it as an opportunity to call police and claim it was a violation, into my log of incidents it has gone. Suffice it to say, I've got evidence of these people harassing me for over a year, and should things escalate to the point where I feel my safety or my tenancy are at risk because of these people, it will be handed over to police.

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