5:30 AM The guys upstairs are impossible to catch or talk to. Unless if they want to. Have not seen any of them any time i went outside except when they wanted to be seen. I even forgot their faces.
Recently i uploaded a number of audio recordings with stepping noises mostly at any hour of the night.
Today Angela when she came from work (and garden) went to take the garbage (cause i try to limit as much as i can going outside). She was waiting in the car. The rule so far is they are avoiding us, we are avoiding them. Mostly because i am afraid i will be tempted for a confrontation and i know they are ready for it at any moment (by what they are do to us at night).
Since she wasn't leaving, Angela got mad had this idea and instead of going to the garbage she went and went and talked to her. Not about the noise last few days but about pouring water in the balcony, throwing garbage, etc., things that did not happen recently.
Last night they retaliated on me. Around midnight i fell asleep and then awoken withing seconds by three knocks that could have been at our door or from upstairs. But the moment was so well chosen that i got so mad i could not sleep all night after.
This morning i was trying to talk to Angela to tell what mistake she made talking to the untalkable, the guys who are here on a mission with us, and he awoke and made a few elephant steps on the ceiling. There are probably new holes in walls or ceiling cause the place fills with weird wall smell every time they and especially him walks.
All i can do now is wait for him to leave so i try to get some sleep. If they let me. If not, in a few days i'm gonna go agaom to the nut house and then who is going to take care of my wound?
6:40 Ok "he left". I should just be grateful for that and try to go to sleep in the living cause here it stinks like wall (was thinking, could this had been also caused by the decaf i had late at night, could it be they sill have some caffeine in it) but i promised myself.
For the last 20 minutes he was here in this corner of the bedroom, working the floor. Not at the built in closet, bathroom or anywhere a normal person would be in the morning when he/she gets ready to go to work.
But the weirdest part. One second he was right above, the next second i heard the door (some 30 ft away) and steps on the stairs and all became silent. Which confirms my theory, there are different persons who come in and out and others who do "the job". Most likely a woman tuned into my brain frequency. Most likely former princess Mako.
Other times i went to look who is going down the stairs that pass in front of the kitchen window, after the door was closed and could not see nobody and then i was hearing the car being started, too soon for someone to have had the time to get there (and then again silence). Not only with current occupants, this happend (too many times) before.
3:10 PM Angela came from work and locker with an item in her arms the size of a baby. When i opened the door i saw behind her 2 very young and short Asian women figuring Latinas each with babies in their arms.
7:23 Today i opened the door 4 or 5 times, each and every one somebody or several people were ready at the door inside D5 and they came outside. Besides one or two familiar figures, every time there is somebod else. Must have seen hundreds this year.
Found two big poops this time on the other side of the stairwell wall.
A while ago i went to see if the porta potty is still here, i made a few steps on the grass to look around the corner of the building, a girl was running away from the potty.
10:05 I was never good with statistics or paperwork. During my programming years part II (accounting) i struggled a lot with the way i needed to organize, store and process information, but that disciplined me a lot though i still don't like it.
That is the reason i cannot prove there are certain out of the ordinary associations in my life. But let me try.
In more than 50% of the cases, when i do my wound, one of the two happens. The black BMW linked to Apt.4 starts. It has big, proud mods to the exhaust system and it shakes the hole building.
If not. If it's morning, someone stumps the floor. If it's afternoon, no matter the hour, someone climb the stairs. Tonight they did so though they were trying to "show" some restraint. However the dust made me sneeze like many times before when they were walking on my ceiling. So i assume, if it made me sneeze, it means some must have gotten on the wound too. One spec of dust is enough to contaminate it.
Needless to say. I never do it at the same hours.
Things have taken a turn for the worse since they brought in the portable toilet. Though the tree trimming job has ended last Thursday, they did not remove it yet.
I have come to finally use doctor's recommendation for packing the wound with Silvadene. Nothing else works anymore and though the wound is closing, the skin around it is/was always infected. However the Silvadene is harsh on the newly formed skin cells though i believe it eliminates mostly the non-viable ones. The so called "proud flesh". With it i get some relief. Will see.



