So, being stuck here, of course I did what any responsible adult would do - I got a sublet in some god awful suburb on the border of King county. Right now, I do not have regular employment due to a physical injury from which I am healing. Fair enough, eh.
Four days into my lease agreement (this happened early Feb.) the woman with whom I live's daughter shows up with 4 garbage bags filled with clothes right smack on the living room floor. Oh dear. (remember this for later).
So, I'm legally in this unit, paid first, last, deposit. One day, after I finished showering, I hear a knock at my bedroom door. Um, ok. Ignored it, and then, "we NEED you to come out in 5 minutes to talk with us at the dinner table." says some high pitched, like oh my gawd fairy wandering flamboyant gay male. Thinking he'll go away I went about my business. 2 minutes later, "You have three minutes to get out here and talk to us." Ignored em' again." I felt like it was Sesame Street or something.
I am literally bare bone nude when this mid-20s gay Venezuelan male opens the door. I am standing there - he's just staring at my breasts like he had never seen a woman's breasts before. I fucking closed the door almost on his fucking fingers.
So, I get dressed. Apparently, this was my landlord's son (she lives there). He and his boyfriend were in the kitchen ready for an interrogation session (not to calmly have a conversation). I HAVE to pass the kitchen when I exit the room, so I'm really screwed.
I'm shaking because I was just abruptly startled (I have anxiety being approached on the spot and sized up by this twat while I was bare bone naked). But, I tried to hold it together.
I am frying some tofu and veggies blah blah and the boyfriend's boyfriend comes over and keep saying, "you will leave. you will leave you will leave." (just prior I heard him not so covertly whisper to his lover, 'watch this'). Keeps staring at me while I am sautéing the veggies and tofu. He was in some effing trance. It was like I was his entertainment piece for the evening. He keeps repeating, aggressively, "you will leave, you will leave, you will leave."
I'm 5 ft 2 maybe 100 or 105 lbs. Pretty fit. He's a fucking monster 5 ft 9 the fake kind of steroid bunch of baloney 'fit', let's just leave it at that.
So, I ignore him, right.
THEN he says, "If you don't pack up your things and leave tomorrow, you aren't going to like what will happen next." I start shaking and drop my fork about 10 times. My whole body is shaking at this point. He continues to say that he will give me a "sum of money" in order to leave - holy shit!
I call the police and blah blah blah. The police try to poison the landlord's mind into saying, "You never know who you will get on Craigslist." Acting as if I was the psycho for calling them. Fear mongering.
Then they ask me, "Is there anything you need to tell us, anything we need to know about?" Basically fishing to see if I have some pseudo "disorder" so they don't have to do their jobs. I say, um, "I have hypoglycemia, and I was just threatened."
No investigation. No nothing.
Next day on the way to an appointment I go to get a protection order and find out I can't put one in order until,"it happens again." So ten incidents in one night doesn't equate to ten separate incidents - I have to wait until a "next day" incident happens. Fuck that.
Come to find the landlord wants to have the daughter move into my rented and paid for room. She had her gang come into the house to try to scare me away. Life doesn't work like that in my world, so I'm still here.
Keep in mind I have an injury I'm healing from, so I am sensitive. Pfff. They could care less. Really care effing less. It's all about what they want - right there- right now- and if we don't get it, then "you aren't going to like what will happen next."
Luckily, they never returned. I heard one of the officers say to them, "she wants to press charges" which I think scared em'. Now, however, every-time I go into the kitchen I am triggered and have flashbacks of that very event. I have a photographic memory, which helps with things like visual art, but not such childish bullying.
So, I think things are cool after this, right. Next day, landlady has a lock on her bedroom door. Jesus Christ!
Few days later, I'm getting ready to leave the house, looking at myself in a mirror in the living room, and in the reflection see.... a fucking spy cam recording me right in the corner of the ceiling. I call a friend who suggests I put nailpolish over the lens. Good idea. Two days later, I'm in the kitchen cooking and have a strange sensation in my body. I go into the dining area - fucking second spy cam under some flowers atop a 15 ft. China cabinet. Really, lady? Destroy that one, too. It was maybe a day or so later the at I looked over to see if the cam on the China cabinet was still there. Nope. So, now she knows that I know she knows. She also must have been recording me, because she knew the cam was destroyed.
I have researched this kind of thing, because I have dealt with so many effing sociopaths. Many of these cameras can upload footage real-time onto someone's phone.
Now, I am open about nudity here. I do walk around naked. Who knows what she has seen. What a fucking sick psycho. If I weren't injured I would have sued her ass. I spoke to some landlord tenant attorneys who agree this is an invasion of privacy. Especially given my social norm of walking around naked. What if I were to be with a lover and had an encounter in the living room. Would she now have that on camera, or be watching? Get out of my life and stay there - you are some robotron subhuman zombiedronefuck.
ClimbHood- Thanks for the posts about standing up for oneself. It is a brave feat.