You’re in for a bumpy ride, kids.

There’s more to the story of the mother-daughter duo who are harassing me (truly, it’s not the other way around). I’ve written out everything in a timeline fashion so I can have a record of each encounter.

If you want the back story, read my last (exhaustively descriptive) post. If you don’t want the back story, the super short version is that two women who live on my floor in my apartment building have decided that I am following them, and am a threat to their well-being. These allegations are not only untrue, they are profoundly stupid. So, I’m being harassed by people who think I’m harassing them. Weird shit.

So, the craziest part of the story is that about one hour BEFORE the elevator incident where the daughter yelled at me to stop following her, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. The text said:

“You’re connected to people who stole from me. This has been going on a few years before you moved here. So, it’s ignorant on your part to accept money to harass someone when you don’t even know the truth, let alone the full story. You’re being investigated as well as your little psycho friend, Declan J. McGarry. If anything bad happens to me, you two will be blamed for it. You’re both guilty by association. My word against yours.”

Yup, someone seriously texted me that. It was a 702 area code, which is Las Vegas, NV. I had no idea what in the hell they were talking about, so I replied:

“Hahaha! I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I don’t live in Las Vegas. Cheers, and please fuck all the way off.”

I forgot all about it immediately. The elevator incident happened, and then the nasty note to me went up on the window opposite my apartment. I told my landlord about the note immediately and sent him a photo.

A couple of days later, my landlord texted and asked me if the note was still up. It was, and I said so. He apparently called the dynamic duo who posted it, and asked them to take it down, then texted me to say he had done so, and that the conversation with them had quickly escalated beyond his control. About half an hour after that exchange, I got this text:

“You are a trouble maker. You have been harassing me and my mother, as well as following us out of the building. If you were innocent, the sign wouldn’t bother you. You just moved here and you’re causing problems for me and my mother. Leave us alone! Stop playing victim. You have cursed at me and my mother on several occasions and you’re acting like we did something. We haven’t done anything to you. I’ll see you, Andrew [the property manager] and anybody else in court for the lies and slander upon me and my mother.”

It was from the 702 Las Vegas number. I finally snapped to the sitch. I debated about what to say, and finally settled on not fucking with them, and simply texted:

“I want nothing to do with either of you. Blocked.”

I did not block them. Because I want a record of any future encounters via text. For the record, I never told my landlord to take the note down, he was the one who reached out to me, and I simply acknowledged that it was still up. Anyway, after my initial reaction passed, I was fine. Words can’t hurt me. They left it up for more than a week, I just noticed it was gone this morning.

Also for the record, I am absolutely a trouble maker, but not for these ladies. They give themselves way too much credit. And me, they give me too much credit. Who has the time to go following their neighbors around and be associated with felons? Not me. OK, well a few felons, but not the bad kind. OK, one of the bad kind, but that was one date and I 86’ed that shit. So, yeah, felons.

So really what this boils down to, is that these ladies decided I was a threat before our encounter at the elevator. One hour before. And I can’t recall a single incident before that beyond being muttered at while passing in the hallway on a bi- to tri-weekly basis.

If you’re following the story, you’ll also know that they referenced a certain “Declan J. McGarry” in their texts to me. I googled this person, and they are an attorney who lives and works in Portland.

And, as it turns out, they’re my neighbor. More specifically, they’re the neighbor right below the crazy ladies. He’s a very kind man who has always been very nice to me. I say hi every time I see him, but beyond that we keep to ourselves. Declan is not a friend, nor is he psycho, or little. I caught him in the entryway one evening and showed him the text, so that he was aware. He thanked me for sharing, and noted that his incidences with these ladies have been similar to mine, including the nasty looks and under-the-breath muttering. He has no idea what prompted those reactions to their encounters, either.

One further conversation I had with the building owner revealed that he would like to get the two women out of the apartment building. They are on a month-to-month lease, so he could simply not renew for another month with 30 day notice, but he has qualms about forcing people out, understandably. They’re hurting his business. At least two other tenants have moved out because of their threats and harassment, and two more (me and Declan) are under current scrutiny by those two. I am definitely tempted to leave, but I also hate the idea of being manipulated into leaving by a couple of deranged people.

I’ll keep you posted, Ghost.