My Log/Blog Documenting Stalking and Harassment From My Neighbor
(Note Update April 10, 2025: If this harassment continues, or more damage is done to our property, then I will reveal their names here, and getting the police involved.)
Where Do I Even Begin?
2025
For those of you that know me and have read me, then you know of my account of my Cyber-Stalker of 30 years, Paul. I did start a webpage of his stalking back in 2015 on this website. Wow, 10 years ago I started writing about him. I’ve also mentioned throughout my personal blogs the stalking that I have had to put up with and endure. Well, he’s still in the picture. Gordon and I were able to bring in (a 3-letter agency) to look into him. I hadn’t really admitted much to any of that until now. This has been about a year and a half ago that we did that. I know these things take time, but with all that’s going on right now with that ( 3-letter agency), I’m not so sure if we are a priority anymore.
I also started a website about him that I have not worked on yet at all. I simply sent a few photos to my guys in India and had them to create something for me. They did, and I paid quite a bit of money for it. I hadn’t started working on it yet for a few reasons. First of all, I would much rather be doing other things than talking about Paul. And number two, I didn’t want to hinder any investigation into him.
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This is the Original Webpage Where I Introduce you to Paul:
What It’s Like To Be Cyber-Stalked
Julie Lancaster-Whann
If you do check out this webpage I started on him, you will most likely see some sabotage. That is from Paul. When I had web hosting companies in America to host and look after my site, Paul had the run of it. It wasn’t until I contacted a company in the U.K., and they recommended theses guys in India, did I finally have a secure website.
Sad isn’t it? I had to go outside my own country for help from my Cyber-Stalker.
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One thing that I have learned throughout my life when I was being abused by anyone is to start a log. Write down everything that that person does to you. Keep a diary of it. That’s why I started the Cyber-Stalker blog page that I write about above. It is also why I am starting this webpage about the abuse that I am having to endure from my neighbors next door to me.
I will work on this as I feel like it. Oh trust me, they aren’t going anywhere. Their kind never does.
I know their type very well. Arrogant, self-righteous, no respect for people or their property, or opinions that differ from their own. They only value ‘Freedom of Speech’ when it is their own. They easily fall in line with the herd. A Shepherd to herd them this way, and then herd then that way. I’ll get into more of that later on.
You know, no where in the world do they have people like a certain segment of our population. Nowhere!
The world does have it’s poor and ignorant. But nowhere does any country have these kinds of people that think the way they do. They are definitely home grown.
There is something very toxic in our country’s environment that creates these people. I know what it is, but I don’t dare say it. I’ve touched on it though. I even tried warning our former Canadian friends about it, who seemed to adore the republican friends they knew in Kentucky. And I will speak of it in the future. But talking about it now is only going to get me clubbed over the head by a caveman. I also warned our Canadian friends that don’t be surprised if America comes after Canada someday. If you have something they want, they will come and get it. Funny, but she thought I was being ridiculous. Wonder how she feels now? I told her these things over a decade ago.
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My Camera on My Tripod Took These Photos
(The Thing Is, My Neighbors Are Probably Watching Me Right Now)
I wanted to take some photos for this blog, and seeing as how I am the only one here, I had my camera on my tripod to do it. My husband Gordon is working overseas. Oh, we talk most everyday. He is in a hazard zone overseas. He is quite valuable in his job, and we are benefiting from that. We were thinking about him coming home permanently at the end of this year, but what with all that is going on in our country, it might be wise for him to stay over there for the next few years. He does come home twice a year to see us all though. He has even suggested that I come over there to live out in town near where he is stationed. If I were to do that, I would only see him on the weekends from my very exotic location. My answer: I’m not leaving Isabelle. Done!
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What has kept me going all these years is that I want to outlive Paul. I want to know what life is like without him in it. That is what has kept me going. Will I ever know that? I don’t know? But now, I have a new stalker. I never saw this coming at all. I am an Empath, yet I never once sensed this neighbor’s hatred of me at all. Which means that he is either a Psychopath or a Sociopath.
I have probably only spoken 20 words to him from the time they moved in years ago. He is probably in his early 40’s. He is married and they have 2 children. They have a very nice home. Nice automobiles. Basketball goal in their driveway, pool in their backyard. On the surface all looks great. I have noticed that all their cars are there all the time. I’m wondering if he is still employed or if he is working from home, or he’s been fired? Don’t know?
I knew they were Republican’s, but I didn’t have any ill will towards them, until now.
I’ll get to that.
Where do I begin to document the Harassment and Abuse?
Once again, I’ll get to that in a little bit.
I want you to understand something. Just to give you an example, why have I had a Cyber-Stalker for 30 years now? Why?
Paul was Gordon’s Best Friend From Childhood
Paul started out in life with parents that had money and means. They put him in Private School growing up. Once he graduated, he was able to go on to college, and graduate. I’m pretty sure his parents paid for that as well.
I can even remember something about Paul working as some DJ for a radio station while he was in college, or afterwards. I mean, how cool is that? He would send us these tapes of Chicago singing love songs. I loved it! I would play them and listen to them in my headphones when I would go for my walks when we lived in Ewa Beach, Hawaii. It was the best of both worlds. Great music while I would go on my walks, with views of Diamond Head in the background while I walked down the beach.
It wasn’t until the early 90’s that Paul started stalking me. I really don’t want to go into that now. I do have it documented in other areas. But what I wanted you to understand is the amount of time and energy that goes into stalking anyone.
Paul has stalked me for 30 years and counting. 30 years!
Paul gave up having a life to stalk me. He gave up dating, falling in love, getting married, having children….
To him I was more important than all of that. He has spent his life glued to a computer screen stalking me.
Paul started out with Microsoft. He was on the cutting edge of technology. In the midst of history being made. He could have snagged a lovely intelligent woman to love and have children with. He could have had a lovely home and even a vacation home, or two. He could have had children and perhaps by now, grand-children. But NO! He gave up all of that, he sacrificed his youth to stalk ME!
Believe me when I tell you, I AM NOT WORTH THAT!
He gave up his youth to stare at a computer screen stalking me!
That is the mind of an obsessed person.
Obsession is not love, it is obsession. Love is healthy, love is beautiful.
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All My Flowers
Looks Like I’m In Mourning
Although I am not in mourning, I am angry. Angry because I live in a neighborhood where there are pathetic people that feel the need to do harm to me. Harm to someone that does nothing to them. I don’t bother them. I never see them. Why is my neighbor so obsessed with me? Well, I do have my theories. But first you need to understand Obsession.
Obsession isn’t love. But I dominate his thoughts each and every day. Why would any woman want her husband or boyfriend to be obsessed with anyone? Yet alone, another woman?
Does he love me? Hate me? The emotions are really the same. Love and Hate are very strong emotions to have towards anyone. but whether they be love or hate, he is still obsessed with me. He gets up every morning at 4:00 a.m. and looks to see if my bathroom light is on. If it is, he throws a ball at my house, around the bathroom windows where I am. He does this to alarm me. To scare me. To upset me.
If I get up at 4:30 a.m., he’s still there. Here comes the ball being hurled at my bathroom window to alarm me, scare me, etc.
I want you to understand what this means:
He is going to the trouble of setting his alarm clock for 4:00 a.m., probably waking up his wife in the process, while he leaves his bed, to go outside and throw a ball against the side of my house, around my bathroom, where I am. And, perhaps even peeking in.
Sometimes I get up at 4:30 a.m., which means that he is laying in wait for me at that time. Which I will hear the loud thump against the wall of our house while I am in the toilet room.
This is STALKING!
The fact that he does this to me means that his wife is o.k. with it.
Otherwise, I would think she would intervene and try and stop him from harassing me.
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This is Vandalism, This is Property Damage
I Noticed This September 6, 2024:
The Damage Our Neighbor Has Done to Our Meters
I don’t come over to this side of our house that often. But one day I did and I was really alarmed to see this. This is obviously damage done through someone tampering with it. So, prior to September 6, when I discovered it, how long has it been this way?
Can a Ball Do This Damage? Or Did he use Something Else to do This?
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I Used Some String To Tie Them Back Together
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The Bathroom Window Facing Our Street
This is not the bathroom window he throws the ball at, but this window faces the street from our bathroom. You can see the Plantation Shutters…
I placed a tablecloth over it because I always felt like there was someone peeking in at me early in the mornings through those slats. Throughout the night and morning hours I have them closed but if you were to stand right outside you could probably see through the slats into the bathroom.
Well, it turns out I was right, there WAS someone out there!
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Saturday Afternoon, Early February
I had gone shopping on this day. I did hear the THUMP of the ball against the house early that morning. I then climbed up on our bed and looked out the window between our houses and saw that orange and blue ball.
I’m taking the photo from our bedroom window of the space between our houses.
That is where he lies in wait for me in the mornings.
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I wish that I had taken a photo of the ball when it was between our two houses.
When I got back from shopping I was telling Gordon about it while I was talking to him on the phone and I went over to that side of the house, picked up the ball, and threw it toward their front yard. I’m not a great thrower, but here is where I threw it:
If you look closely you can see the orange and blue ball.
See the Ball Now?
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So, Why Does My Neighbor Hate Me So Much?
Well, I can only guess?
When I first realized what he was doing to me, I wondered if it was because I got up so early and perhaps my lights were shining into their bedroom disturbing them? Or perhaps it was the fact that when Veronica or Brian would drop off Isabelle early in the morning that my dogs would bark, perhaps waking them up? But then I quickly erased that because he is setting his alarm clock to get up early to harass me. He isn’t harassing me in response to anything I am doing to him, he is harassing me for the sheer sake of it. Not in response to anything.
So, If It’s Not My Lights, And it’s Not My Dogs, Then It Must Be…
MY POLITICS!
Although I have never talked politics with anyone in my neighborhood, I do wonder if perhaps my politics has been passed around the neighborhood as news? It was back in 2008 when I placed my Obama yard sign on our lawn that the sabotage from my neighborhood began! The day after I placed that sign in our yard, every neighbor around us suddenly set out their McCain/Palin signs. Interesting. The day I placed our sign in our front yard I was driving out of the neighborhood to do some shopping when I noticed Judy, who used to live across the street, walking on the sidewalk with her dog. Instead of the nice happy smile and wave that I usually got, I just got this LOOK. OH, I know that look very well! It’s one that a hater gives you for not being like them. I’m pretty sure Judy is the one that organized everyone placing McCain/Palin signs in their yards in their attempt to drown us out.
So Where Am I Going With This?
Judy and Michael sold their house, I believe in 2011 to a family that went to their church, our current neighbors across the street from us. I like them. I think they are nice neighborhood family. But, I’m pretty sure the gossip got around that we were the “Evil Libruls” of the neighborhood. Which the neighbors across the street might have mentioned to their fellow republican’s that live next door to us in the neighborhood. Thus, making me a big target for the neighbor’s hate. I’m not seen as a 64 year old woman that minds her own business, that keeps her granddaughter a few days a week, respects the neighbors privacy in the neighborhood, who doesn’t play loud music, who doesn’t have tons of people over thus blocking the street causing headaches, Oh NO! I’m only seen as the “Evil Librul.” (Even though they are the ones that wear the SIGN on their foreheads, if you know what I mean?) Just sayin.’
The thing is that republican’s are very organized. Oh, believe me when I say that my next door neighbors truly lack the intellectual curiosity to look me up and read my website or my social media accounts on their own. Oh no, they are on some list that is distributed by their leaders telling them who in their neighborhood is an “Evil Librul,” and who to hate and harass . That makes more sense to me.
We do still have the Rule of Law in our country. That hasn’t yet been eliminated. And, I am a Paralegal by profession. We’ll leave it there for now. I’ll update as things happen. It’s important to always document abuse. You know, future lawsuits…. 🙂
Julie
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February, 2025
I would just like to add here that I am hearing the thump of the ball against the side of our house early in the morning many times this February 2025 month.
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March 11, 2025
I had a big day today. Just lots of shopping in Tampa at the Air Force Base. I had left the house around 11:00 a.m. this morning, exiting my street through the back way so that I didn’t have to drive in front of my neighbor’s house. I am trying to do my best to not let him know when I come and go. Anyway, at the end of the day when I was returning home at around 5:30 p.m., I debated driving in the back way where I wouldn’t have to drive in front of his house, but I then decided not to do that. I had lots of food in the car and I needed to get home as quickly as possible, and not go out of my way to come in the back way just to try and avoid him. As it was, it took me an hour and a half to get home due to all the traffic.
Well, he and his wife were outside in their front yard. He was blowing leaves from the street with his blower. She was sitting in a chair out front. She did turn her head to look at me as I drove by. She had no reaction. He did use his left arm that was laying by his side to use his hand to ‘wave at me.’ It was a very sheepish wave. He had his head down and was reluctantly acknowledging me. I could see his embarrassment. I had no reaction. I just looked at them, and then pulled into my driveway and started to unload my car that was full of shopping.
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Bully’s
Joe Keener from Sevierville, Tennessee taught me the psychology of Bully’s many years ago when I moved from Roanoke, Virginia to Sevierville, Tennessee in the 70’s. I have even written about him in my past blog posts. Joe Keener sat next to me in homeroom for 3 years from 9th. – 11th. grade at Sevier County High School. Joe was a bully. But interestingly enough, whenever his entourage wasn’t around, he was quite nice to me. I know that I would brace myself for the usual insults that I would receive most every morning from him. But on those days where his friends weren’t around, nothing. He taught me that bully’s are truly cowards. Joe was nothing without his backup. Just like my neighbor next door. He is nothing without the cover of darkness. I stared him down. I’m not afraid of a chickenshit. And that chickenshit, waved at me when I drove by. Why? Because he was exposed out in the sunlight where he couldn’t hide. I’ve never seen such a sheepish wave in my life. He’s scared of me. Good! 🙂
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March 22, 2025
Buying Fence Material to Extend our Fence
Gordon came home from abroad and was here for a few weeks. But months prior, we had decided that we wanted to extend our fence to the end of our house so as to protect me from our hot heated neighbor. We were coming up with ways to protect me and our property from him. By extending our fence, that would prevent him from throwing things against our house. It would also prevent him from tampering with our property.
Gordon created a nice power point of how we wanted to extend our fence, and sent it along with the photographic evidence of the damage of our outside boxes, and a document of the abuse I was having to endure from our neighbors, to our HOA, (Home Owner’s Association.) They then granted us the permission we needed to extend our fence.
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This is one of the presentations Gordon created for our HOA.
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Gordon Buying The Materials For Our Fence
Gordon had put up our existing fence on our property so this was no big deal for him to do the extension.
Gordon purchased our fence material from Home Depot and rented a truck from them as well in order to get the materials here to our home.
The Truck, and our Fence Material
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Bringing Everything Around To Our Backyard
(I wanted to add that Gordon can only come home for a certain amount of time each year from his working overseas. It was quite sad that he had to spend a part of our time together extending our fence, because of our hot-headed neighbor’s abuse towards me.)
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Erecting Our Fence Extension
Gordon, along with our son-in-law Brian put up the fence extension. We waited until Brian had a day off. I kept Isabelle inside, while the guys erected the fence outside. They did it all in one day! And it is professional as hell! As always!
This is the Space Between our House and our Neighbor’s
Most of the Property is Ours
Gordon and Brian Erecting the Fence
(With Isabelle visiting her Daddy.) 🙂
Above left, you can see that large bush that is our neighbor’s. With our fence up, they only have about 1 foot of space between that bush and our fence. 🙂
Coming Together Nicely!
Me, Entering This Extra Privacy Space We Never Had Before
(I could sunbathe out here!) 🙂
The fence extension is up. Gates locked. Area contained.
I will be posting a photo of the finished results soon.
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April 3, 2025
What This Abuse From Our Neighbor Has Done To Me
Abuse always has a way of affecting us negatively. There are many kinds of abuse. I am only here to dictate what this abuse has done to me, and how it has affected me.
I get up very early in the morning on those days that I keep my Granddaughter Isabelle. On the days my daughter drops her off, I get up at 4:00 a.m.. On the days my son-in-law drops her off, I get up at 4:30 a.m..
Because of the abuse that I was having to endure from my neighbor I had moved most of my toiletries into our guest bathroom in the middle of the house so that I didn’t have to have that ball thrown at me when I was in mine and Gordon’s bathroom. Also, I just didn’t feel safe and secure using our bathroom. I didn’t feel safe in my own home. The guest bathroom offered me more of a private sanctuary than I had using our own bathroom. But, the thing is, I would shower at 4:00 or 4:30 a.m., with the lights off in the bathroom. I didn’t feel comfortable turning the lights on and letting him know that I was in there. So, I would get up, turn on the bathroom lights in our bathroom, and then shower in the guest bathroom with the lights off, hoping that he would then turn his attention towards the main bathroom, so that I could shower in peace in the guest bathroom.
Seems like a lot of trouble to go through in your own home just to have some peace. Yet, that is my story.
Showering in another bathroom, in the dark… Wow. You would think you should be safe from abuse in your own home, wouldn’t you?
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I have more to tell you but it will have to wait.
Julie
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April 4, 2025
Our New Fence
For Every Action, There Is A Reaction
Here is a photo of our extended fence. I took the photo today. The fence is there to protect me and our house from anything our neighbor may decide to do. The gates are locked. If he does decide to throw something at the house, it just might get trapped inside the fence. He would then have to hop over it to retrieve the item.
That is when……
he Would Be Recorded on Camera… and the police would be called in. 🙂
That’s Right! We have updated our security on our property.
(I should do something with that area. Perhaps turn it into some sort of private garden, or a Julie Sanctuary.)
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His Action, Our Reaction
It was a few years ago when I was outside in our backyard, and our neighbors were outside in theirs, when I heard her say to her husband, ‘You know what Ch_____, sometimes you can be a real bastard.’
See, she knows who she is married to.
You know, we never would have even thought to extend our fence, or even go to the trouble of installing some high tech security system. This is our Reaction, to his Actions.
When you look at the space between our homes most of it is ours. Our property. Now all they have to look at is our fence on that side of their house. It’s not our fault. It’s his. He is actually his own worst enemy. Do they know that we extended our fence because of what he was doing to me? I don’t know if they are capable of realizing that? And if they are, does he regret what all he did to me? Probably not. His kind only regrets getting caught. They never regret what they do.
Feeling Better,
Julie
p.s. Is this now over? That depends on our neighbors. But, things are more secure here than they were. 🙂
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Under Construction (Still Calculating the Costs)
The Money We Have Spent To Protect Us and Our Property
(Always save your receipts. You not only document the abuse, but you also document the cost you are spending to protect yourself from the abuse.)
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April 5, 2025
Update on Paul Keith Gray My Cyber-Stalker
Recently, Gordon and I came across a person who used to work for Microsoft. We then mentioned our cyber-stalker who started out with Microsoft and all that he has done to us since. This person then asked us what his name was? We then told this person. This person then looked downward in surprise, but then looked up at us and said, ‘I know him.’
This person left Microsoft in 2015, but said Paul still worked there. We figured as much. When we would try and look Paul up online we were always given bogus info on him. Places of employment that he never worked at. Paul has been erasing himself from the web for years now. But, he can’t erase former co-workers. This former co-worker now knows all that Paul has done to us. This person also added that if Paul is doing all that to us, he is most likely doing it to other people as well, and even stealing money.
I’ll leave it all right there.
Julie
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April 6, 2025
Adding A Little More Privacy
Gordon Putting Up More Bamboo Blinds on our Lanai
This side of our lanai is next to our neighbors and I wanted just a bit more security and privacy so Gordon hung these up along with one section. I had him do both sides of this section to make it a bit more private. We already had the blinds in our garage so the only cost here were on the hardware and some line to secure them in place.
In these photos everything is still covered up from winter. Now it’s all been cleaned and spruced up for Spring. I also like that I have a bit more privacy.
One More Privacy Project Coming….
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April 11, 2025
Still Not Comfortable Using My Own Bathroom
Even though we have done things to try and protect me from my neighbors I still don’t feel comfortable using my own master bathroom. This is what abuse does to you. It changes you. It limits you. It prohibits you from being the person you should be. And sometimes it is very hard to overcome. I’m sure that I will eventually get back into my own master bathroom. But, until then, I am using the guest bathroom because it offers me more safety and security and peace of mind.
Julie
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May 29, 2025
An Update Of My Nasty Neighbors
Through my cameras I can see my neighborhood, and my neighbors. I’m really not one to spy. Honestly! I never really cared about those kinds of things. Those were the kinds of things my friends cared about. ‘Hey Julie, come look at this!’ My friends always thought I was weird because I wasn’t as nosy as they were.
At first it was kind of fun and interesting to see my neighbors on the camera to come and go, walking their dogs in front of our house, etc. I love seeing when a package arrives! I have this big T.V. monitor that Gordon bought me so that I could keep track of everything. It is to the left of me. He is worried about me and wanted me to have some protection while he is away. Our own home security system. Sometimes it can be distracting with lots of activity that will catch my attention while I am online and cause me to look at the monitor. Most of the time it’s pretty boring. People setting out their trash cans, driving in and out of their driveways, etc. . I’ve even caught my neighbors across the street from me placing their trash bags into my can most every week under the cover of darkness because their can is full. I find that funny. If I were a man I doubt they would. But, seeing as how I am a woman living alone they take advantage of that. (Gordon is working overseas and is only home twice a year.)
However, it’s whenever I see my next door neighbors on the monitor, you know, the ones that have harassed me for so long, to have the audacity to walk by my house with their Labrador, that it just makes me sick to my stomach. How dare they walk by my house as if they haven’t a care in the world after all that they have done to me? That is the kind of people that they are. The self-righteousness, the white privilege, the republicanism. (It’s quite glaring actually.)
I still don’t use my bedroom and bathroom because of their harassment of me. While Gordon is gone I sleep on the couch and use the guest bathroom. They have literally chased me from an entire wing of our house. I need my sleep. I need my peace. I am my Grand-Daughter’s main caregiver. She needs a rested Tutu. She needs a Tutu that is at peace in order to care for her. I do my best. But, I do long for the day my next door neighbors move away.
Julie