I opened my door and...

I didn't find out about the first wife until 8 yrs ago and just stumbled upon it. I know nothing about her except for her first name and can't find out more. I showed y ex's signature to my son and he recognized it instantly. He and I discussed it at great lenght.
I don't know what else to say.
 

It must be so tiring putting up with the hassles of dealing with your neighbour @dusty

One can understand why many choose to “stick to themselves” now days
 
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It’s interesting how this thread has unfolded, and how it’s developed from the previous one on the same subject. Both seem to follow a rhythm. Beginning with something that at first seems friendly (Brenda), then gradually descending into something unsettling.

There’s been plenty of speculation from everyone about what’s really going on with Brenda. Who she is, where she came from, what motives she might have, or whether she’s simply unstable. And each new addition to the story seems to complicate things further, making it feel as though we’ll never get to the bottom of it.

Then there is what seems like the emotional weight of dusty’s historical recollections, which adds another layer entirely. If I get too absorbed in it, even I start to feel emotionally drained.

But the most striking detail for me is the “several hours” of "knocking" and "scratching" at the door. Something that when you add up both threads, only gets mentioned for the first time on the 176th post (the 66th post of this one). It makes me wonder what the neighbours must have thought of all that prolonged noise. Did anyone come out to investigate? What state were Brenda’s hands in after all that prolonged knocking and scratching? Did she need medical attention afterwards?

I can’t help wondering what the poltergeist made of all the knocking and scratching -- the one in dusty’s apartment that gets mentioned in another thread -- that moves things around, drops towels, and occasionally operates the 225 year old spinning wheel. "The knocks" on the "hallway entrance door have begun once more." It must’ve been quite a night, or afternoon, for it too.
 

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From Magna carta---

It makes me wonder what the neighbours must have thought of all that prolonged noise. Did anyone come out to investigate? What state were Brenda’s hands in after all that prolonged knocking and scratching? Did she need medical attention afterwards?
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Since you do not seem to believe what happened re Brenda and my door, and since I don't know the answers, I suggest you contact the local police who were here and talked with her when they caught her DOING IT and when the one officer ecorted her home. Across the hall from me is the elevator, and on one side the apt is empty anf the other side has a single woman who never goes out. I don't know her name. If you want the number for the local police please contact me and I will give it to you. Thank you so much for reading and oing through all my posts to find out how many times I referenced Pearl Harbor.
 
dusty said:
From Magna carta---

It makes me wonder what the neighbours must have thought of all that prolonged noise. Did anyone come out to investigate? What state were Brenda’s hands in after all that prolonged knocking and scratching? Did she need medical attention afterwards?
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Since you do not seem to believe what happened re Brenda and my door, and since I don't know the answers, I suggest you contact the local police who were here and talked with her when they caught her DOING IT and when the one officer ecorted her home. Across the hall from me is the elevator, and on one side the apt is empty anf the other side has a single woman who never goes out. I don't know her name. If you want the number for the local police please contact me and I will give it to you. Thank you so much for reading and oing through all my posts to find out how many times I referenced Pearl Harbor.
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Send me a PM
 
dusty said:
No thanks --- you have something to say to me put out in front of God and everybody.
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Come on, dusty -- suggesting that I should call the police feels like a classic ‘red herring’ tactic. They’re not going to tell me anything, and you know it. From what you’ve said earlier, it seems they hardly tell you anything either. I’m happy to discuss it here too, even if I don’t see things through a religious lens myself
 
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I have had my fingerprints taken by the FBI because I was a medic on a rescue squad in Virginia, but everyone did. I have been watched by the Secret Service since I married my ex in 1978 as he was an agent. Two guys in a car---lol---always in front of the house on odd days for the entire time we were married and even when he was out of town for the job. After we divorced they still watched me the same way and once went to the manager of my former apt to talk about me. I know this because one of the residents in my building had gone to pay his rent and he overheard the conversation and told me.

I do have caller ID but nothing suspicious there.
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Dusty, that sounds pretty creepy. I do remember once when we had a mysterious car checked out because they (2 men) were often parked across the street in our residential neighborhood. Turns out they were investigating a neighbor, I think in a divorce case.

Could someone have stolen or copied the files from the Secret Service?
 
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