Thursday, February 02, 2006


27.---Journal entry for January 8, 2003


They played tapes again this morning. Over a year has passed since the second hate campaign was launched. Yes, there actually was another one. She believed it was financed by Sampath P. and Kodandaram P. See, if the same thing happens twice to a person, who had no proof the first time, you could easily think that both were figments of her imagination.

This morning the tapes woke her up. She was sleeping in the living room all week and first woke up and heard a man's voice saying "Police". He must have knocked first and that's what woke her up. She heard nothing after that and fell back asleep. Later one of these asshole tapes was up loud. She still was able to fall back asleep.

Why did they do that? She figured they must of been trying to get her pissed so that she started saying something so that they could call the cops and say "see, she's in there alone and talking to herself." This was her ongoing drama--homophobes trying to make her life miserable and ruin her reputation in the process.

She wasn't biting this morning. She no longer believed there was a single fair-minded person in either of the houses next door. There probably never was. Now she would just stay here as long as she wanted and ignore them. Their karma was coming. She had no reason to communicate with any of them anymore.

There's no point in talking to the Middle Easterners either. But they wouldn't go away.

So, she lived in pain every day, went to work, paid her bills and kept hoping this would stop. They felt a sense of power when they hurt other people. She didn't understand it and never would.

She spent her life trying to improve herself in every way---physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually and here she was fighting the battle of her life and the enemy was ignorance. She knew God never gave her more than she could handle and so she was handling it---for over 2 years now. She was hoping this would soon be ending.

She kept trying to get word out at the risk of sounding insane. Did anyone believe her? She didn't think so. But the idea of this was definitely out and maybe in time people would be able to imagine that it was possible. That's all she could think at this point.



The counsellor was speaking about codependency, addiction and different ways to become stronger in sobriety. During the talk she noticed a woman with shorter than shoulder-length hair glance her way. It wasn't a sexual look. More of a curious look.

Later, Tinsel was eating lunch and the woman sat near her and they chatted a bit. During the conversation Lois told her why she was there.

"I hear voices" she said. Tinsel was unsure of what to say.

"What do the voices say?" she asked.

"Alot of things and they never really shut up" Lois said.

"When did you start hearing them?" Tinsel asked.

"A few months ago...and I know them. I know these guys. I used to sing in a club and these guys used to come around and that's who I'm hearing."

Tinsel really didn't know what to say. She sounded crazy. Was she a schizophrenic? This couldn't be true could it?

"They won't leave and I don't know why they're doing this to me."

Tinsel felt bad for her and didn't think she looked either crazy or dangerous. Was she hearing things or did those people put this technology on her?

She wished she had tried to find out but she was so new at this then. She hoped that woman was alright now. And if she was not crazy but was really hearing those jerk-offs--she hoped they finally left her alone.


26.---Journal entry for January 6 -7, 2003


How will they be found out? She didn't succeed in convincing anyone.

The news tonight showed how parents were using new technology to spy on their own children. They showed how some people installed video cameras in small clocks and radios. You'd never know they were there. They also devised chips that were to be used to detect the exact locations of their children. These could be inserted into their cell phones or onto their watches. Judging by the way our privacy is already being invaded through this stuff--it's just a matter of time before this stuff surfaces. She hopes. She prays.

Neighbor-induced suicide. That's what this crime will be. Few people will be able to withstand this technology for long. It's been almost 3 years for her--well, 2 1/2 years and she lives to see them punished. She has a lot of curiosity about how they will be either caught or stopped. Will the police be given information by an inside source of will she have to kill them herself? Only time will tell.

Meanwhile her face is getting more and more deformed each day. What will she look like by the time they are apprehended? Not a pleasant thought so she doesn't dwell on it. It's impossible to dwell on anything with them tearing her apart all the time.

"There's no easy way out"---words form a song that just came on the radio.

No, there's no easy way out--yet. But there will be. She just needs to keep trusting in God. She has no other choice really. If they're evil, than God must be the way out. Not a scientific solution but a very logical one.

She wondered how many others were being raped in this way. Right now it's impossible to detect from the outside. They might know but maybe this has been out long enough to have been distributed alot. They wanted her to believe they had invented it but she didn't believe that for a minute.

She was totally dependant on her intuition and it wasn't tuned in well these days. She prayed to God for guidance and waited for it.

"I don't care how you get here-- just get here if you can" she's singing out on the radio with all her heart. Maybe God was giving her something--a little echo here and there of her own thoughts was reassuring right now. She decided to take it that way--it really did help. She felt stronger in faith once more and she needed that each day. She knew this would be resolved soon.

Meanwhile, she'd tell people about this book when she could and hope that helped until the police could figure it out.

Millbourne police knew a little and hopefully, if they heard of this technology, they'd remember what she'd told them 6 months ago.



Start book out with a bunch of different short portraits of victims.

One beautiful woman's whole life--her plans for the future since she will soon be graduating from college. Her neighbor tries to get a date with her and is turned down. He now has opened up his machine on her.

There will be others. A young guy--gay, who is handsome and dating a few guys, who has an ugly hateful asshole next door to him who is planning to destroy his looks and has just installed the equipment.

A football player who has just signed on with a major team. Hes's strong, confident and known to be a bit arrogant but his future looks bright. Unfortunately he has a small, ugly neighbor who has a history of being bullied by guys like him. He just bought this equipment and he can't wait to install it and get his revenge on the world.

And a few more. They will be short and show happy, hopeful people who have no reason to be afraid but who will soon have their lives destroyed by the "ugly people."

Good ideas for the title.

"The Ugly People"

"The Kill-Joys"

"The Killing Cowards"

"The Neighbor Molesters"

"Deadly Neighbors"

"If These Walls Could Kill"

"Neighbors Are For Killing"

"Kill-Joy Neighbors"

"Neighbor-Induced Suicide"

"My Neighbor Was A Serial Killer"

"Unfriendly Neighbors"

"My Neighbor, My Murderer"

"The Murderer Next Door"

"Sadistic Neighbors"

"Neighbors Who Kill"

"A Death in the Neighborhood"

"My Next-Door Stalker"

"The Neighbor Killers"



She was their last victim. She wasn't their first.

Once she filed the criminal complaint she became their last experiment. They knew they'd get caught if they did it again. They used her to sell their stalking equipment to child-molester types of psychopaths. They made alot of money and got to deform a woman for years.

Their last victim was long-lasting. They were glad she was strong. They had years to use her to demonstrate their killing machine. And they got to molest her in every way for years.

She lived to expose them. They thought they'd never be caught but just as some criminals are arrested so are some sex-offenders. Especially when they're caught doing weird things to children.

The police offer them a shorter jail sentence if they can give information about other child-molesters or criminals of any kind. Most child-molesters are cowards and so they are going to do anything in their power to avoid jail-time.

She knew that would be how they would be caught. Someone would give them up to get a lighter sentence. Too many people knew to keep this a secret forever.

She had already told the police they were stalking her and her face was getting deformed by them. They didn't believe her since she had no evidence but once this was uncovered they would know what she had been trying to tell them.

She would definitely go to the police if and when they were caught and tell them of her ordeal. She hoped this would happen soon while she was still recognizable.

Meanwhile, she just did the best she could while they cut off her blood circulation to her arms and legs more and more each day. Her face was already deformed for good.


25.---Journal entry for January 2, 2003


She decided to call Seamus and see if he could help her with the scientific part of the puzzle.

"Hello Tinsel" he answered. She could hear his smile over the phone.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Well, I have caller ID and your name and number are showing up on it" still smiling.

"Oh, okay." she laughed. Her life was spooky enough. The last thing she ever needed was another coincidence. She was relieved to see that things made sense on the every day level.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year to you. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Did you go out last night?"

"Yes, we went to a friends' and had a few drinks and came home and passed out", he laughed.

"Well, I was wondering if you could give me some information for a book I'm writing. I'm wondering if you know of a medical technology that would come close to being capable of .... See, in the book, this woman is in her apartment alone and, it's an extension of the hate crime, her face and body are deformed by these people through her walls. I figure it would either be electro-magnetic, radiation, like some type of force-field. Do you know of any type of medical technology that would ever, in the future, be able to put some type of field into someone?"

"Hmmm, do you mean like an infection?"

"Well no, it would have to be something they could do to her without her knowing it, like some type of field they could create that could force a small bit of air into her body that could shut off here circulation in her veins and make her face - the skin - fall off."

"Well, what exactly do they do to her face?"

"Her ears are deformed and her skin sags on her face and neck."

"See, there are certain kinds of diseases that could deform someone's ears. Leprosy, for example, could definitely deform someone's face."

"No, because in the book, she gets it without knowing it and it's not a disease."

"But you could give someone leprosy by getting a piece of clothing or material that was around a person infected with it and putting that material around someone so that they come into contact with it."



"Hmmm, that's interesting..."

"Well, it's like smallpox and the Indians. You know about that, right?"

"No. Tell me."

"When the first settlers came and saw all the Indians spread out all over the territory they wanted to take, they gave them blankets that were infected with smallpox to kill them off. They pretended they were being charitable but that was what they did so they could take over the country."

"That's horrible. I didn't know that."

"Oh yeah. That's common knowledge."

"Well, in the book these people have this technology that enables them to push this energy into her body and it stays in place so it might be put there by compressing it into her by creating a field around her. Once it's in- the heat of her body might actually keep it there---like a heat-seeking missile...whatever that technology is...see, I'm not a scientist, I'm an artist so I have the idea of it but I need to find out what type of technology could possibly be used to do this in the future."

"You know, I want to think about this some more, okay?" Really, because I'm not sure, I really don't know but I want to think about this some more and I'll give you a call about it."

"Great , thanks alot."

"Yeah, I'll do that and then let you know later."

"Thanks, talk to you later. Happy New Years!"

"Okay Tinsel. Bye."

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