Chapter 5
January 2011 –
After 4 ½ years of hell, there was finally a warrant out for stalkers arrest. He was being charged with 3 felony counts of stalking, up to 26 years in prison. I could not believe it and was thrilled! After literally years of fighting, frustration, pushing, basically stalking the people who had the authority to stop my stalker, he was filing going to have to face what he's done.
I got a call from Detective Lorrie – stalker was working at a homeless shelter and saw the warrant and called her to turn himself in. It was really happening!!
He turned himself in, I don’t’ remember how much bail was, but he bailed himself out and awaited a hearing. Trial is set for March. In the meantime, Chris and I continue to keep a very low profile. We didn’t want to do ANYTHING that may hurt the case.
I’m working as an Executive Recruiter at a very conservative national CPA firm, very rarely have to go out in public, and it’s relatively secure. I had already disclosed what was going on, and his picture was kept at the front desk, but with the warrant, who knows what his reaction was going to be. I was acutely aware that retaliation could be coming but hoped with the warrants he would be on good behavior.
After my initial full-day interview with the prosecutors and court clerk along with Detective Lorrie, I felt a huge sense of relief. This REALLY is going to trial. He will be held accountable. Although they kept warning me about how the jury may see things, they may believe him, or feel bad for him, it’s still largely circumstantial, and if there is ANY doubt they could rule in his favor – I never considered that to really be an option. Anyone, who takes the time can see it’s him.
I saw the court clerk in the parking garage after that initial interview… she asked if I carried a firearm. I said “No I don’t right now.” She recommend I start. Validating. I was feeling good. I started looking into the process of how to obtain a concealed carry license and after some research, I decided to start the process of obtaining my license.
With the investigation still ongoing and more and more subpoenas going out, interviews etc.. we still don’t have our carry permits. With all the police reports, PO etc. we didn’t know if we’d pass the background check, and if stalker knew we had them or even applied, we wouldn’t put it past him to shoot himself and say I did it! We took a basic firearm class along with home defense, but didn’t want to chance applying for a permit until the case was closed.
Chris took a new position at his job and is now traveling every week. He’s gone Monday -Thursday most weeks. But at home, I felt secure. I had an alarm system, dogs, shotguns, and a handgun. I continued to stay in my little corner of the world and went nowhere by myself.
I consciously decided the night of all the death threats that I was not going down without a fight. I felt ‘ready’ for him if he showed up at home, so that’s where I spent most of my time.
The March trial is postponed, (turns out his attorney fired him) and rescheduled for November. This was a blessing in disguise. As the evidence from the subpoena’s started coming in, it was mostly circumstantial. The Wi-Fi account he was using came back to his neighbor, he was using his friend the police officer Bobby’s computer as well as L & L’s. Nothing was coming back directly to him.
Detective Lorrie and the Prosecutors are working hard on bring it together and have to balance it with other cases. There was so much evidence, and this big of a Stalking case was new to everyone. I learn afterwards that Detective Lorrie even brought the big box with all the case material with her on her vacations to continue working on it.
I believe it was around April when a plea deal was sent to stalker. It was very light, like 6 month’s probation and no jail time. Of course, I protested, but it was offered. I was thankful when he turned it down. I thought it was way too soft. Stalker is claiming he is innocent and wanted to go in front of a jury. He thought he could charm them into believing him – just has he had so many others. With the overwhelming evidence being most circumstantial, and his remarkable ability to sell lies, I was concerned but totally up for the challenge.
The November trail was again postponed. New trial date is February 2012. There was a 403b hearing scheduled. Turns out in the investigation, they found his ex-wife he stalked before me as well as an ex-girlfriend after me. Their testimonies were heard and they were going to be allowed to testify in front of the jury. I felt bad for both of them. Neither wanted to be there at all. After years of the years of torment, and PO's, his ex-wife had put it behind her, she moved on with life. But was still very clearly affected by what she had gone though. The girl they found after me was young and had some personal issues that he exploited. I’m so thankful to both of them for having the courage to testify. The trial was scheduled to begin on February 12th and set for a 5 day jury trial.
I spent hours upon hours with Detective Lorrie and the Prosecutors over the course of months leading up to the trial. I helped them decipher the phone messages and tie them to him, translate his ‘coded’ messages, so the progression… basically help to show that it couldn’t have been anyone else but stalker.
I also saw for the first time some of the reports he had put on me along with some other things I didn’t know. For example, he turned me in for fraud with the state, and for insurance fraud among other things! Really glad I didn’t know that at the time.
I learned so much about the system and how the prosecutors work. Believe me, it’s not like it is on TV. I had a newfound and growing respect for the Prosecutors and Detective Lorrie.
Finally, it’s the first week of February 2012 – trail in next week!! 5 ½ years since it started - and I can finally see an end.
The week before the trial was spent with the prosecutors and Detective Lorrie. The push was really on now to get all of the evidence in and tied together. I’m so thankful to be able to help, it was incredibly therapeutic and validating. I was ready, we were ready.
Shew, that weekend before the start of the trial was filled with anxiety. The reality of facing him in court was setting in. I was looking forward to it, but terrified at the same time. Terrified of telling the story, facing him, his lies, being cross-examined, and under the judge & jury’s microscope. I also knew that the media had caught wind of the trial and it was the top news story. I mean, this is what we’ve been waiting for – everything is at stake. My/Our entire course of life will be changed after the jury gives their verdict.
The Trial
Looking back, I wish I would have kept notes on the trial as well. Most of this is from memory. It’s from my perspective, sequestered in the room, I didn’t get to see any of the trial itself.
It’s HERE!!! No sleep that night, my outfit is picked out. I’m ready, let’s do this! We walk into the courthouse. Connie and my parents are waiting along with Detective Lorrie, and the 2 Prosecutors among a crowd of people and media. Jury selection is first. Then we’re on. Deep Breaths
We go upstairs to gather and wait for everyone that needs sequestered that day for the trial. I see his friend the police officer bobby and friend L. They say hi the Friend the Police officer bobby goes in for a hug. I think I froze, I really don’t remember. Anyway, everyone’s there. Jury is picked. Time to roll.
The prosecutors and defense did their opening statements. Not being allowed in the courtroom- I didn’t get to hear. Rumor has it, Prosecutors kicked ass.
We are taken into a small private room with a meeting table where we will spend the next 5 days. There was a window, bathroom and coffee so we were good. No phones, no internet, no TV and We could NOT talk about the case at all. I had my friends and family there along with a few that were clearly not happy to be a part of it. It was tense. Nerve-racking. If you’ve met me, you know that is not at all how I live. I pace when I stress, and prefer to be alone, it was HARD – but here we go!
I’m first on the stand. I look out and see the Detective Lorrie sitting with the prosecutors. Good. I knew that was the plan but was happy to see her. We had spent so much time together working on the case, she became an amazing source of strength. Then I look at the defense table. There he was. Stalker, sitting smugly with a smirk with his public defender. He really believes he’s going to win this.
His parents and sister aren’t there, but a group from the homeless shelter is in support. I had a friend in the gallery, ONE and there were some reporters. No one else I knew was allowed to be there since they would all be called to testify. Pretty much everyone I knew personally over the last 6 years I would eventually be in that sequestered room whether they wanted to or not. Once you have testified and are released (won’t be called back to re-testify) then they could be in the courtroom. Then the Judge. I’ve heard great things about her being fair and reasonable and not taking crap. I hoped with everything I had that she and the jury would see through him and see the truth.
After swearing in, we basically, we started at the beginning and told the same story I’ve told you here. After more than 6 hours on the stand, the first day had been adjourned. Imagine the pressure of being on the stand, in front of the judge and jury, having to remember dates and specifics for 6 years… with no notes. And no timeline. As time passes things start to run together and become blurry. I was afraid if I got thing mixed up, the defense attorney would try to use it against me. It was exhausting to say the least.
Day 2 – I’m first on the stand again. Another 4 hours or so. Also scheduled are the cell phone and computer experts. They found the original images as well as the altered images on the thumb drive he turned in. He thought he had deleted them. Also, to testify is his next-door neighbor who the IP address came back to (he was hacking into his neighbors wi-fi).
On the way home on this day, for whatever reason it hit me hard that he could actually win, I mean, what IF the jury doesn’t believe me, what if since most things didn’t directly come back to him they had doubt. Oh God… Breakdown.
Day 3 & 4 – Connie, Chris, L, Mom and Dad, co-workers, friends and 23 police officers who took reports, Detective Lorrie, his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend, along with a few others. It was a little awkward at first (and crowded) with all the police officers there, but after several games of euchre it became more relaxed. Somewhere towards the end of day 4 the Judge basically asks the prosecution to wrap up even though there was more evidence. His friend the police officer Bobby testified at one point, but I don’t remember if he was testifying for the prosecutors or defense.
Things seem to be looking good for the prosecution. We’re excited it’s almost over, but very aware that desperate people do desperate things. And as the trial is progressing, Stalker maybe getting nervous – and with nothing to loose, who knows what he’ll do – but he’s obviously super narcissistic, and hasn’t testified yet so probably still thinks he’ll win. Who know - either way, we were on alert, especially because on the way out of the parking garage across from the courthouse Chris and I are in the car waiting to backup when a big white van comes behinds us and blocks us in. As people start to get out, we’re like what the hell?! It was the group from the homeless shelter. They wanted to tell us how good he’s been for them, and was sorry for whatever I think he’s done, but he really is a good guy.
Oh my Gosh, get away from me!
Day 5 – Still sequestered. It’s the defenses turn. He testifies and explains it wasn’t him. A magic thumb drive appeared on his porch – which is the thumb drive he turned in – but it wasn’t his. Someone else left it there – it wasn’t him.
Closing arguments. I WISH WISH WISH I would have heard the closing arguments. It’s my one big regrets. We had all decided to stay in our room during closing. I wish I would have heard it. Rumor has it the prosecutors were AWESOME in closing.
The verdict comes back within a couple hours. GUILTY!! He was charged with 3 counts of felony stalking. 2 were for me, 1 was for stalking Chris. He was found guilty of both felony counts for me, but not for Chris. **We asked the jurors when it was all said and done why they didn’t convict on the 3rd. They said that although all the actions and harassment were there, Chris in his testimony was asked if he was afraid of Stalker. Chris replied no, not if it was one on one, but didn’t trust him not to bring a gun to a fist fight. He was more afraid for me then he was for himself. They deemed that Chris is a big strong guy basically so stalker was not guilty of making him fear for his life, even though all the stalking actions were there.
CLICK CLICK – the sweet sound of handcuffs locking. Best thing I’ve heard in a long time!! Stalker was then escorted out of the room. I could breathe. His ex-wife could breath. His ex-girlfriend could breath.
Sentencing was scheduled for a month later. We all turned in victim impact statements and had the opportunity to speak in court at the actual hearing. Both sides get to speak their peace. His parents were there for sentencing but did not speak for him. He had a couple people from the shelter speak on his behalf. We had several statements – the one I remember most was from his girlfriends brother. He said something to the extent of even though he was over here being “good” at the shelter, he was still doing all of this us. The good doesn’t take away from all the bad.
Judge Gull gives her ruling. 10 years. 5 for each felony to be served concurrently. He wouldn’t even be eligible for parole until February 2017. I was THRILLLED! I was going to get my life back! I was going to be able to sleep! She also awarded me restitution of 33K which I figured I’d never see.
The case was over, and I did a couple interviews with the local new stations. I also file a complaint with internal affairs regarding his friend the police officer Bobby. (They found him only guilty if bad decisions – not criminal – he did get a small reprimand but that was it) I realized in preparing for the trial I was speaking for others too – and wanted to shed a light on stalking. It can happen to anyone. Whether I meant to or not – I was becoming a face for Stalking. Detective Lorrie and I also became great friends. We did an episode of “Stalked: Someone’s watching’ on Investigation Discovery. It was the season 4 opener entitled “Twist of Hate’. Even the prosecutors helped with it! That lead to a surprise quick trip to New York City to interview with Katie Couric. One of the questions I got ALL THE TIME was what was I going to do when he got out? Am I nervous? I honestly, always thought that once it was over we would move, start new.
**On a side note, Detective Lorrie and I got to do some very cool things! At the end of filming "Stalked: Someone's Watching, we through a Guilty party - best party ever in my opinion! Then we were flown to NY City within 2 days of our initial interview. Imagine the nerves – this is SOOO outside my comfort zone… and our LUGGAGE WAS LOST! We got there with nothing and was going on KATIC COURIC the next day! It was 8:30 at night, and the stores close at 9:00. Our only option was to get up and go shopping. The Macy’s is huge and we are on a time limit! It was soooooooo stressful! I can’t even explain. Detective Lorrie – cool as a cucumber. Lol But at the end of the day, I got a whole new wardrobe and a fantastic pair of boots compliment of the Katie Couric show. 😊
In all of those interviews I never really talked about my police interactions, I knew there was an appeal coming up and didn’t want to do anything to effect it’s outcome. Chris and I also FINALLY got our carry permits. I WILL NOT live like that again. Oh hell no.
After so many years as using HidingHilda as an alias, I decided to name my first firearm Hilda. I was still HidingHilda, but now I was living out loud. Once I got comfortable carrying, it changed everything. I felt empowered, no longer weak, and would never go down without a fight. It also changed my mind about moving. I’m from here, my kids, my parents, my life were here – why should I have to move – why should I run away? So we didn’t.
I started speaking for the National Stalking Resource Center and at other Domestic Violence conferences. I took a promotion at work, but knew I had a life mission.
The company I worked for was a very conservative, gun free, professional accounting office. I looked and looked for a secure way to carry. I didn’t live in a waistband; it was very hard to carry on body. Most conceal carry purses were not my style. I liked my Coach, Michael Kors, etc… but wanted a dedicated pocket to secure Hilda – without imprinting. My employer eventually came to me and said I had to give up all my anti-stalking efforts, take it off my LinkedIn etc. and give them 120% or I would be let go. I had 30 days… 3 days after our initial conversation I was let go. Don’t get me wrong, I was distracted at best and was pretty happy to get unemployment while I figured out what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
Chris and I go to a Gun Show, and there was a small company “Bold and Courageous Woman” that sold concealed carry bags – that were different from ones I had previously seen. I got my first Gun Toten’ Mama that day and asked the owner of BCW if she wanted a partner. Turns out she wanted to sell the company! That’s it. That is what I’m going to do. I’m going to start a business. A business that focuses on women and self defense. Advocate for the 2nd Amendment. Use what God had given me. Between Thanksgiving and New Years we bought all her inventory, and jumped in with both feet. Our first show was January 2nd. The name of our company seemed so natural. January 2015 – HidingHilda, LLC was born – who would have ever thought!
In April I got a call from the prosecutors – 3 years after conviction. Stalker is getting out – ON MONDAY! How did this happen?? I had NO IDEA it was even a possibility!!! He got an Associates Degree and is working on a BS while incarcerated. That combined with good behavior meant he was out. With NO NOTICE! According to DOC the stalking statute was “missed” in the 45 day notification system and is still considered a victimless crime. The Prosecutors didn’t even know, they kind of stumbled across it, having got a call from a parole officer asking about any computer restrictions for the parolee. (We got stalking statue added to the notification system that same year). But OMG he’s going to be out on Monday! AND as soon as he walks out of prison – the protective order is up! How much sense does that make?? There is a PO while he is incarcerated, but it’s up as soon as he’s out!! Back to the courthouse I go. I don’t want him to make any mistake, I DO NOT WANT ANY CONTACT. Detective Lorrie goes with me. He hasn’t been in contact in the last 3 years, so had no idea if the PO would be granted. It was – no appeal this time!
I keep my eyes open everywhere I go and have Hilda. This time, I’m not hiding. In November 2015 that same year, I get a call from Detective Lorrie. He was arrested for violating his parole. He was found guilty on 2 counts but got right out with time served. Seriously?
By April 2016 he was totally off parole and done with his sentence. He wasn’t even supposed to be eligible for parole until February 2017! How can one person – his parole officer- decide he’s done? After and a 5 day trial, the judge, the jury – ONE fucker can just decide?? Oh I was pissed.
I’ve gotten a couple of calls now from women he’s dated… women who now have PO’s on him. He has forged a letter from the FBI exonerating him all charges and naming me as a ‘protected informant’ – explaining why he went to prison.
July 2018 – stalker starts visiting my daughter at her job. She FREAKS out of course. The owners won’t ban him without a PO. We decide not to get one. She is now 18 and would be required to fill one out – which means he would have all of her information too – and possibly an appeal. We make a police report to keep on file but didn’t not get a PO. I did decide though that now would be a good time to go after that 33K restitution. Remind him to stay away from us. Turns out, the way restitution works is it’s tied to parole. You don’t get off parole until restitution is paid. It’s one lump sum, no payments. That box wasn’t checked in my case. Which is another reason he got off parole. I literally had to get another attorney (And pay 33 1/3 of it) to take him to civil court. It was worth it.
The first letter went out. His attorney comes back with a statement saying he would pay ONLY if I sign a from and stop harassing him at work. WHAT?!?!? He says I’m harassing him OMG! NO – HELL NO!
The second letter comes with an offer of $5000. ‘He is going to be on disability soon and we won’t get a dime when that happens” Again – NO – HELL NO. I now know he’s owned a vape business for the past year and brags that he is doing “very well financially”. I tell my attorney it’s bullshit and won’t accept.
The third, we came to an agreement I can live with. March of 2019 - I actually GOT IT! Whoop! Felt like a victory!!
This experience has led to a whole new life I never imagined. I never would have got through it if it wasn't for Chris and my friends and family. I lost a lot over those 6 yrs., but it’s lead to amazing opportunities to help empower other women and 2nd Amendment Advocacy. I’ve meet the best people in the firearm industry, LOVE what I do, get to impact change, and feel like I’m making a difference.
Stalker lives about 10 minutes away in the next town over. Who knows if he’ll come back. I promise though, if he does, I’ll be ready.
#BeYourOwnHero
Stalked - Chapter 4
I’ve never felt so helpless and desperate in my life, but after meeting Detective Lorrie, I had some hope. It’s been months but felt like a lifetime. It started October 12th and it is now March. 6 months in. I want desperately to believe her.
March 1st
Court for Chris and my appeal for the PO’s Mike put on us. He dropped them in open court. He knew we had the surveillance video that showed proof he was clearly lying, and therefore helping our case. Fully thing about this tape, it shows ‘stalker’ (Mike) waiting on, watching and following Chris. Chris doesn’t even know he’s there. He’s getting gas, washing his window, oblivious that Stalker is even there. This is the incident Stalker used as being “life threating” on his PO. Stalker states in PO paperwork, this is when Chris made him fear for his life.
Detective Lorrie told him we had it – apparently so he would back down I suppose? I must admit I was pissed and disappointed, because I lost my chance to PROVE he was a liar in open court. By the time I went home, he was back parked behind the gas station watching me drive by.
He did backdown and drop the PO’s in court, but he didn’t go away. This made matters worse. Can you believe that – it gets WORSE!
March 2nd
My ex-husband Phil comes to get the kids. He passes stalker at the gas station on the way into my addition and knows he’ll be there on his way out. Which means he knows the kids are gone. It never occurred to me that he would instead target my ex and kids. That’s a mistake. As Phil passes the gas station, Stalker comes barreling up right behind him. On his bumper following him. Phil stops his truck and gets out with a baseball bat. Stalker got the message and proceeds to pull out and go around them. To drive the message home, Phil proceeds to follow him for a little while on his ass. Then turns to take the kids home.
That day Detective Lorrie and another Detective come to my house again to look through my computer. There is so much, they requested I turn the whole hard drive into them. After they left, robo calls stated coming to my cell. 57 that day – Just repeating in a weird computer-generated voiceover. He used a voice changer – creating a creepy, computerized voice, “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Tramp” over and over and over again.
March 3 -5
Hundreds more computer-generated calls, oh god that awful computer-generated voice, they are constantly coming in on the work line, my cell, and Connie’s cell. They are disgusting – keep getting more and more vulgar and included threats. Thing like “She is a snitch with scabs in her vagina and she will dieeeeeee…….”
Emails still being sent out all over with the same content. The pictures are now nudes of someone else’s body with my face. I’m sleeping with men, women, children and animals, and obviously have a whole host of STDs. At this point, it feels like everyone, friends, family, work associates and strangers have received the crazy emails. The police come out and take a report and record all the calls filling out our voicemails.
March 6th
After looking into my “account” in the police computer system, and seeing the retaliations each time I made a report, the progression of events, and that Stalkers Police Officer Friend Bobby was accessing my records, Detective Lorrie said to help the situation she would put a lock on my account, I should call her instead of making police reports. I started forwarding her all the emails (which I KNOW he can see because of the “ReadNotify” program he added to all of the emails). This should help. Case should be wrapped up in about 3 weeks.
***Also Detective Lorrie shares with me in an interview with stalker, he reached over and lightly touched her had and suggested they get drinks when this is all over. Stalker even contacted her on Match.com and new a lot about her. Things he shouldn't have know, personal about her family. Even she was creeped out.
March 7th – March 12th
I get my computer back with the ok to change my email address again. Now it’s HidingHilda@--- (Hiding because that’s what I’m doing, Hilda (Dawn + Chris’s last name Hillyer). Robo calls and emails are continuous. I’m sure by now you can use your imagination about what they said, and in reality, they were probably worse. Unimaginable. Seriously sick stuff.
March 13th – April 3rd
Emails have stopped. Thank god! Robo calls still come in, but not as often. A little peace – there has to be a reason. What was he planning next? The robo calls are still coming and I’m seeing him everywhere lurking. He’s been at the stalker lot at work, down the street from my house, the gas station, outside Connie’s house, and in Chris addition. I must keep on my toes. Even with no emails, and fewer calls, I still can’t sleep – I know something is coming.
March 29th
I remember I had a birthday party for my twins at an arcade. Here come the calls. Threating calls. We we’re not safe. We had to leave. The kids were so disappointed but understood.
I’m calling the detective at least a couple times a week at this point. Connie and I keep pouring through the emails and transcripts of the phone records to tie it together. I’m wearing thin. I just want this all to stop AND for him to be held accountable. You can’t do this to people. I’m getting frustrated that we’re now going into April and it’s still going on! I feel like I’m being tortured and like a sitting duck. He’s planning something.
Chris and I talk about getting firearms. I’ve put it off long enough. I feel like I can’t protect my kids, let alone myself from stalker. He’s clearly off his rocker and has followed through with everything he’s said he’s going to do and doesn’t appear to have boundaries. He says he’s going to kill me, and my family. I believe him – as big of liar he is, this I truly believed. I need to take a formal class, get trained and carry. We start looking in getting our permits to carry. Unfortunately, with all the PO’s and police reports on file along with the fact that if stalker found out he would without hesitation make up some sort of story that could likely wind up with Chris and/or I in jail. We had to wait. At least we had guns at his house.
April 3rd – April 29th - Emails start back up on top of everything else. Terrific. Here we go again.
I know my time at the staffing service is getting short. Business has fallen off, we’re consumed with stalker related stuff, the doors are always kept locked, I don’t ever go to networking events, and now the staffing service itself must file police reports and update the computers and security system, because of him. Believe me, I felt so lucky to still have a job at this point but, if something doesn’t give, I’m going to be a single mom with a stalker, no job, no money, and no home.
April 29th
Oh shit now it seems he’s going after Chris! I mean, Chris has been great- He’s tolerated this whole thing, and although he wants to kill him, he is smart enough to stay away. Anything we do or say felt like it could be turned into something else and he gets that. Chris has been in the group receiving the emails, but now stalker turned his attention on Chris! Stalker found his ex-wife on match, where he works, his work email, his bosses and the company owners’ email, etc. Now they (the company Chris works for) start receiving emails. Emails about me, and emails about Chris. Terrible, accusing him of being a wife beater, cheat, and they threaten to offer him some “rehab”. He taunts Chris, basically challenging him to a face to face. There was no doubt, no doubt at all that Chris would have ended up in jail. There was no choice but to stand down and try to explain what was going on.
May – Well past the 3 weeks.
Now everyone is getting emails about Chris. The contact list. They are all getting emails that Chris is a “wife beater and a cheat”. Stalker lets Chris know that “S” (Chris’s ex-wife) and he are now friends. Stalker contacted S on Match.com and they have been hanging out. He’s ‘getting the scoop’ on Chris. That night, S calls asking Chris for his social security number for some form. Chris asked her if it’s for stalker – after she confirms they are new friends – and Chris proceeds to warn her about stalker and hangs up.
We weren't aware of it at the time, but S worked in the church office. Our church, the church we have been and still went to. He starts going in for counseling and ends up integrating himself into our church - and telling stories. Horrible untrue stories about both Chris and I.
Now, I can't even attend my own Church!
In the meantime, Connie and I devise a plan to prove it’s stalker. After creating a hushmail account, she emails ME. Subject line is dum dum. It is written in the same context he would send emails and it was probably embarrassing for him to read. Right after that, Stalker sends me an email as himself letting me know about “keyloggers”. Connie politely emailed ME again, letting HIM know it was her and now can prove he is the one in my email. But when we tried to turn it in and explain what it was, it was frowned upon. There was contact that stemmed from us – even though SHE EMAILED ME, not him… me.
Chris ex-wife S works in the church office. Our church, the church we have been and still went to. He starts going in for Now, Stalker has shown up at my church.
I feel so guilty this is happening to Chris now too. It wouldn’t be happening to him if it wasn’t for me. I give him the out. A no hard feeling out. I would have totally understood, this is crazy shit -but instead of taking that out, he made it clear he wanted to stay. We decided to put my house up for sale and kids and I should move in with him.
Honestly at this point I feel like giving up. I stopped tracking all the times I saw him, it wasn’t doing me any good. I’m calling and leaving messages for Detective Lorrie all the time, nothing is moving forward, it’s only getting worse. I’ve lost my independence, I’ve lost all peace, I’m about to lose my job, Phil is keeping the kids more and more, I’m losing my faith, and completely losing myself. Detective Lorrie encourages me to keep tracking.
More calls to Detective Lorrie. I’m so frustrated – how can this still be going on?!?! And now going after Chris! I feel like giving up, she is working on case should be about 3 more weeks.
June –
Emails and other contact has slowed down some. I have a little room to breathe – but only for a second.
June 4th –
Stalker has an appoint at the police station for a stress test (lie detector). Surprise, it shows he is being deceitful.
June 5th
Another round of emails go out pertaining to my Dad and how I became such a tramp. This time he sends them to the “contact list”. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO SOMETHING!!
More calls to Detective Lorrie, from me, my upset father, from Chris. We are all upset. It’s JUNE and this is still happening!
June 13 –
Detective Lorrie went on vacation for 6 weeks. Damn. No one to take the case. She will work on it when she gets back.
July 7 –
Chris and I snuck off with a couple of friends and got married. The week after is when the emails and calls finally slowed down.
From July to December it was quiet. Only an occasional email and occasional sightings – letting us know he’s still there. It was still tense – weirdly almost more so with the quiet. We never knew when or where stalker was going to pop back up. I didn’t think for a second he was gone for good. And until he was gone, I couldn’t sleep, I had to be alert and on guard all the time – it was exhausting. I felt like he was out there planning his next move.
I was calling Detective Lorrie once a week to follow up on the case, then backed off to every couple of weeks with very few callbacks. I talked to her every 6 to 8 weeks or so. Each time saying just a couple more weeks. I was definitely having a love hate relationship with her. But what was I going to do? I was afraid that she or the powers that be would drop the case. They had made it perfectly clear that was a possibility. It was so frustrating. After everything, I finally have someone who believed me – who could stop him - and I feel like I’m totally getting blown off. He was going to get away with this. And who knows when he’d be back – 11 months – 11 days? Then what? We’d have to start all over? I was stuck – treading water. Hiding out, never alone but unbelievably lonely, desperate, helpless and afraid. I feel guilty that I’ve brought this man into my and others worlds. This was probably my lowest. I truly wandered if the kids and Chris would be better off without me. It was the first time in my life I understood suicide. It was the first time it made sense to me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it often during this time.
January ’08 – Ok, New Year – I’ve lived with this for over a year. 15 months to be exact. My whole life has been turned upside down.
January 11 – Ran into his friend the Police Officer Bobby – didn’t speak to him – but the eye contact said it all.
January 14th –
Here we go again with the emails! Both to myself and Connie – SHIT here we go again. – Another messages to Detective Lorrie – he’s back.
January 15th
I had had it! I decided if the police aren’t going to help me – I’ll go public. Someone will follow up – someone from the media will ask questions. So I contacted Indiana New Center. I figured they would be at the stalking forum presented by the police department and victim assistance that evening at the library. Bet your ass I was going to that! I never got contacted by the News Center, but I did get a call back from Detective Lorrie – coincidence? She was going back to the prosecutor’s office at the end of the week to present my case. Although there was so much, she didn’t know ‘how’ they were going to present, but they were. That’s great news right!?
So I go to the Stalking Forum that night for Stalking Awareness Month. It consisted of the Police Sergeant, someone from the Prosecutors Office, Sheriffs, Victims Assistance and the Women’s Bureau. They gave information on documentation, procedures, pressing charges, victim’s assistance, etc… It was a joke. Seriously. I’m going through this, with these people (or others in their positions) and I can tell you firsthand it was bullshit. None of them did what they said they were doing. And the information they are handing out, from what I’ve experienced, isn’t accurate or what they require to build a case.
So, I raised my hand when appropriate and challenged them, asked questions, asked why I wasn’t getting help etc. The panel asked to speak to me afterwards. All were very gracious and promised to do all they could to help. I was happy, I got to make noise and was told by the Sergeant, that knew of my case, the she or Detective Lorrie would call me the following Monday.
January 16th
No call back from the Sergeant or Detective Lorrie – go figure. I call the Women’s Bureau, I’ve never had luck with Victims Assistance but why not try again. I met with a very nice lady from the Women’s Bureau who could do absolutely nothing to help me and I never hear from her again.
January 22nd
After a number of messages to VA and Detective Lorrie – I finally got a call back. They are still waiting on the tech guys report. She understands I’m frustrated but the evidence isn’t all in and what is in is circumstantial. What the heck!? All the subpoena have went out, we have taped recordings, video, all those emails, lying in court on record, etc..
After another month of no call backs, no movement I decided to seek other outside help. I emailed anyone I could think of. Dateline, Dr Phil, Big News outlets, hell even Oprah. Not that it will help, but I did feel better. Like I was doing something.
Wasn’t until March till I heard from anyone again. I’m sure they were sick of my weekly phone calls. But Detective Lorrie called with great news. Two of the prosecutors are interested in the case and will be working on it together! They are getting ahold of the National Stalking Resource Center to see if they have a prosecutor familiar with stalking cases to help. They may actually prosecute. But I needed to be aware that it was a difficult case, and they may need even more outside help – which was not in the budget – but they are seriously considering prosecuting. I am not to call or contact the prosecutors. They will contact me. Also, stalker turned in a thumb drive from his computer they are going through looking for evidence.
Nothing. Crickets for months. I was still calling or emailing once a week both Detective Lorrie and the prosecutors now. Nothing. I again felt like a sitting duck. Didn’t know what car he was driving, where he was and had no idea if and how much danger I was in. I went back the original attorney who made the phone calls before, as well as continued emailing and calling other resources for help.
September 2008
2 years now. Detective Lorrie calls. Case is still and still moving forward. They have some good evidence. His old friends L & L (came to the PO hearing with newborn) had a falling out. They were able to give some useful information. Surprisingly, his friend the police officer Bobby also gave some useful information. Detective Lorrie also informs me that he wasn’t adopted. Even that was a lie.
Detective Lorrie is ready to type everything up and meet with the prosecutors again. Shouldn’t be long now (So I was hoping) Thank God, my 2-year protective order will be up shortly!
This is around the time Dr. Phil’s producers call. They received the case and would like more information. I started working with his producers to provide them the information they requested.
November rolls around and again everything is stalled. I’m frustrated and furious at the same time. My PO is up, the case is still sitting there. I don’t want to get another PO because it may “poke the bear”, although by now, I have no job, no self-esteem, I feel defeated. I call Detective Lorrie to see what I should do regarding the PO.
I’m so pissed at the way things are going I started yelling – “what the fuck am I supposed to do now!” – “Why won’t you do something – this is bullshit” - CLICK – she hung up on me.
FUCK. The one person even remotely interested in helping me just hung up on me.
I call and apologize, begging her to continue the case, then went downtown and applied for the new PO. Since things had calmed down a lot and stalker had backed off, I wasn’t sure if they would grant me another one or not. They did, and this time he didn’t appeal the 2 yr PO.
I’m continuing to work with Dr. Phil’s people. We’re on the phone everyday. They even gave me support to get the PO. I was invited to be on the show. They also invited stalker, willing to work within the PO parameters. They also called the Prosecutors for information. I was then informed the case was still moving forward and anything I did could compromise it – so I needed to be very careful.
Nothing ever happened with Dr. Phil past that. I am convinced to this day that is the reason my case ever saw the courtroom.
The next 2 years are a blur. Detective Lorrie had a ton of vacation time and seems to always be gone. I stayed home – hiding. Very rarely left the house, and certainly never alone. The quietness, with occasional sightings and emails let me know stalker was still there. Everything I did now was under HidingHilda. I tried to stay off the radar completely.
In 2009 I decided it was time to go back to work. Not in a ‘public’ position but in a small, lock the door, sit in my office and do my work kind of thing. I made an appoint with a therapist to wrap my mind around going back to work, putting a new company in danger and how to handle it. During my 1st appointment, I told the Dr the abbreviated version of what has happened the past couple of years. He looked at me with a smirk and said, “paranoid much”.
That was the end of that. Guess this too I’ll do on my own. Every time I drive by that building to this day I flip off the building. lol
I did start a part-time position at a publishing company I used to staff for – who eventually ended up creating the design for the HidingHilda logo. Eventually I went back to full-time work as an Executive Recruiter.
January - Call from Detective Lorrie - There is a warrant out for his arrest for 3 felony counts of stalking! Oh my gosh... can it be true...
STALKED – CHAPTER 3
Readers discretion is advised.
We are now directly in the path of a self proclaimed freight train. Stalker has made it perfectly clear he was trying to completely ruin my life, and had no boundaries. He was also going after everyone in my life. The PO has no effect. It has only made things worse. The legal system isn’t offering any help and is being used AGAINST me.
I have been completely humiliated publicly and personally. Business at work has fallen drastically, my children can’t play outside and are scared, some nights I can’t even go home and now he has all my personal information. Emails, contacts, pictures, everything from my computer. I’m losing hope of help, and with all the police reports from me AND the false ones from him on me, and a PO in place on me and Chris – I feel completely helpless. There is no doubt in my mind that if I do ANYTHING, he will somehow use it against me. His lies and deceit seem to be more convincing than the truth of what’s happening.
With all the police reports and PO’s, it’s become a ‘he said she said’ and the waters are completely muddied. Law enforcement could have stopped this months ago but now, there is so much going on the police don’t know which one of us is crazy and I’m sure they were hoping the case would resolve itself and quietly go away.
Quietly go away…. I wish!!
It’s now the beginning of February. Four months into this nightmare. So, lets pick up where we left off…
February 2
I receive the PO paperwork. He has filed PO’s against Chris and I – and they were granted by the same judge! I could not believe it! It just added to the disappointment and felling helpless. He clearly says what he’s going to do, and he very well could succeed in ruining my life.
In his complaint he stated Chris threatened him, placed him in fear of physical harm and was stalking him at the gas station by my house (where Mike had no reason to be, but hung out quit often). You couldn’t get into or out of my addition without passing it. Little did he know that the owner of the gas station was a friend of Chris’s and we got a copy of the surveillance video! The video shows exactly the opposite! GOT HIM. Perjury and falsifying documents in court is a thing! It’s not stalking but certainly this will help, at least prove he is lying. We both went to the courthouse and filed our appeals to request hearing. I tried to subpoena his phone records to compare against mine, comcast abuse complaint and other documents. Those along with the video should do it!! So, although this sucks, this might be my chance to stop him!!
Court is scheduled for March 1st.
More and more emails continue to go out. I'm so embarrassed. How do I even begin to explain this to people? He’s telling the whole city I’m a tramp, that I’ve had several abortions, I’m sleeping with everyone in town, have STD’s… Oh my God. That's it - I make an appoint with an attorney.
February 6th –
I met with my attorney with all the evidence in hand. He let me show him everything and took the time to try to help. His advice was that if I went after my stalker in civil court, not only would I have to foot the bill for everything, including all the transcripts, evidence, etc... but it could potentially ruin the criminal case. His suggestion – let the criminal system do its job, stay with it and to be a loud squeaky wheel, keep calling the police, and keep the trail. So that’s what I did.
He suggested I try to help guide the police in tying it all together. Help show it couldn’t be anyone but stalker.
The attorney and put in a call to the FBI as well as the local prosecutor’s office to try to get me help. Finally, somebody is trying to help me.
February 7th –
More emails going out and he is getting more aggressive and threatening.
Now, my family is aware I have a stalker. However, my dad lives in a different state and I really hadn’t told him many details of what was going on. I was very vague about it all. There was nothing he could do, and I wanted to keep him out of it. And I didn’t want him to think I was being some sort of exaggerated drama queen.
Then my Dad calls…. Stalker sent MY DAD emails like the texts! The rape texts… (Chapter 1) Accusing my Dad of doing awful things to me and causing me to be the huge tramp I am. My Dad is proud man, and he was PISSED. Can you imagine?! You’re a loving Dad of 5 kids and someone accusing you of something so awful. I felt TERRIBLE. I prayed my dad knew beyond a doubt that this was all the stalker. I would never make up a story like that. He puts in a call to Detective Lorrie.
And then these came. Emails like this were going out all over town to customers, co-workers, company owners, friends, family, and what felt like everyone I’ve ever had contact with. Some of the people receiving emails contact me. I try to explain the situation and ask them to forward me the emails so I can keep all the documents.
Right after the emails start going out to everyone, I start calling the prosecutor’s office and the number of the FBI given to me by the attorney. After a couple calls and no answers, I finally got to speak with an FBI agent. He informed me that this isn’t in their jurisdiction and said to try the State police. I feel like I’m running in circles! Another call to the prosecutor’s office.
February 9th –
A detective calls! SHE’S been assigned my case! Thank God –
An appointment is made for February 13th (My birthday) Hopefully she’ll help! Happy Birthday to me!
**Also, I received notice that HIS subpoena’s for the PO hearing were denied. Mine were approved. Between the surveillance video and the subpoenaed phone records, Comcast report etc… We’ve got him! I’m having a good day for the first time in months!
Next couple of days he’s everywhere. I can’t go outside without seeing him. Not to mention being bombarded with emails.
My friend Connie and I start pouring over all the thousands of emails & text messages trying to find commonalities. Things that can prove it is him. We compare ALL the details. We found all the emails have a “read notify”. We linked common verbiage, things unique to him that were consistent, we found mistakes, and intentional things that told us it was him, we tied it together. Surely this would help! How could they look at all of this and NOT know that it’s him! We show that the emails directly correlate to what has or is happening, or what happened next.
February 13th – My birthday.
The highly anticipated day finally comes when I get to meet with Detective Lorrie. I’m seeing some hope. I pray she will listen and understand, but most of all I pray she can help me!
But my birthday didn’t start off as I would have liked. That morning Detective Lorrie calls and cancels our meeting! SHIT! GRRRRR (Angry emoji).
She tells me that she needs to reschedule for February 20th. At least its rescheduled but doesn't she understand that 7 days is a long time? Lord knows what could happen in 7 days - especially when the days feel like years because I'm on my toes 24/7. She assures me though with the way things are progressing, that she is going to call him and make it clear he needs to stop the contact. ALL contact.
February 15 & 16 –
He must of gotten the call from Detective Lorrie because, Here. We. Go. He is pissed. Honestly what does he think I’m going to do though? Sit back and let him ruin my life? Hell no! His ass has it coming.. just as soon as I can get the law behind me. He finds more people to send emails to. Now they are going out to all members of the Chamber of Commerce, other staffing services, and who knows where else! Honestly at this point, there’s probably a movie about me that he’s made and released. I called detective Lorrie letting her know he’s contacted me again and she makes another call to him.
Frustrated and annoyed that my appointment was canceled and that Mike is up to his usual shit, Chris suggest we go to Indianapolis for the weekend to get away from it. So we go. But the whole time I’m getting “anonymous” texts telling me I’m not safe.
The kids are with their dad and Chris has his phone incase of an emergency so I decided to take the ever so popular police advise and shut off my phone for the night! Ha. Peace and quiet.
February 20th –
The rescheduled meeting with Detective Lorrie is here – Connie, by best friend, comes with me. We bring everything. All the phone records, emails, gifts, texts, videos, protective orders, everything. I feel like I have one chance to show her that I am the one who is being stalked here. I’m nervous and visibly shaking. We go in this small conference room and sit down at the table. Detective Lorrie says “before we begin, I need to ask you a question.” In her conversation with Stalker a couple days earlier, he made her promise to ask me a question. She looked me in the eye and asked, “do you smoke marijuana?” I guess Stalker was trying to send me a message or get me in trouble for smoking (which he also did). Anyway, I just got to the police station, just sat down to talk to the detective. I’m nervous as hell and first thing she asked me is if I smoke weed. Seriously. I said yes, then proceed to beg for her help.
We had so much stuff it was overwhelming. I wanted to get it all out so I was talking fast and showing her things even faster. I don’t think she knew where to start, but I did feel like after showing her everything, she believed me.
Before we know it, that conference table was covered. I told Detective Lorrie about the video from the gas station. She was very hesitant to watch it because if I had a video of Mike, it may prove I’m stalking him. Once she understood that it’s a security video from the gas station, she agrees to watch it.
I tell her about his friend Bobby the police officer too and all the calls he’s made to me, contacting my parents, the fact that he was telling Stalker about the police reports etc... She advises me to keep making police reports.
After a couple of overwhelming hours and lots of tears, Detective Lorrie sends me on my way. Assuring me that she believes me and will do what she can to help.
February 23rd –
I receive several calls from other staffing services and customers. They are receiving emails and pictures through fortwaynecareers.com. The same emails and pics sent to everyone else! And they are coming into ALL open positions on the site.
* One manager called yelling at me to stop sending porn – OMG Humiliating!!*
February 24th –
Everywhere I went, he was there sitting in his car watching. Lurking like some sort of predator on their prey. Then robot calls start coming in. They are of him screaming. They are on every phone. Mine, my work phone, Chris’s phone, Connie’s phone, my receptionist, my mothers, everywhere. The awful demeaning messages filled up the voicemails. The more and more I heard the words, the more I believed him. “I will kill you.” He was going to kill me. Or worse, my kids. I file another police report as instructed. Transcript below.
In fear, with good reason, I make another appointment with Detective Lorrie. This day changes everything. I pack the kids and send them to their Dad's. I give them a kiss and tell them how much I love them. I fear tonight is the night. The night where everything comes to a head. All I could hear is "I will kill you, I'll kill your family".
I go to Chris's - he has guns. I need an equalizer. If he shows up, I'll be ready. To this point, I've never handled a firearm. That night, Chris taught me the basics. And I waited.... Stalker never came, but that night changed my life forever.
February 26th –
My meeting with detective is here. She tells me she has been working on the case and believes we can get it closed within around 3 weeks. There is light at the end of my tunnel! Thank God for this women. She also told me that she started receiving “unknown” threatening phone calls at her home at all hours of the day and night. She and her kids were also becoming unnerved. That afternoon she and another detective came to my house to get all the headers and other information off my computer. They are hoping to have the case closed by Spring Break!
Detective Lorrie gives Mike a call again to remind him to leave me alone. Knowing of course that we have court on March 1st for the PO’s he put on Chris and I, she tells him we have the surveillance tape for the PO hearing. I’m sure there was a reason, but now he knows! Dammit. I wanted the fact that he is a liar on record. I’m sure she had her reasons, but still.
By the time February ended the case had grown dramatically. These are just my emails.
March 1st –
Finally PO Court again! I’m nervous, but Chris and I are determined. Once we were called up, Mike dropped the orders. He knew we had him on surveillance and knew he was caught in a lie. This is great but all the subpoenaed information and the notarized tape will go to waste because now we couldn’t show the ‘evidence’. I guess I shouldn’t complain though because this is a WIN for me!
That afternoon I got home in the best mood I’ve been in in months. It was a small victory for me, even though I shouldn’t have had a PO against me in the first place, at least I’m starting to prove I’m not the crazy one. Stalker didn’t see himself getting caught in that lie and I can only imagine how irate he was about that surprise. According to Detective Lorrie, this case will be wrapped up by spring break. It’s March 1st, just two 'short' weeks. I can make it that long….
STALKED: Chapter 2
*Readers discretion is advised*
Catch up from last week:
Up til now he mainly targeted me. It didn’t matter what route I took to work, or what car I drove my life was pretty routine. I had to be at the office around 8:00am. He knew that. I had to pick up my kids by 6. He knew that too. With 3 small children by the end of the day, all I wanted to do was go home. But he was making it impossible. He is now turning my home into a place that causes fear and stress. I’ve changed my phone number email address twice. He found them. My phone and email have been weaponized against me and I have been thoroughly let down by the police. When I pulled in most mornings to work, I’d see his BMW waiting from across the creek in the ‘stalker lot’ as it came to be known. With no job and no kids for him to focus on, I had become his full-time obsession. He had all the time in the world to plan.
I’m not only keeping the timeline on my stalker, but I’m so frustrated with law enforcement that I may as well track that their responses too. I hope through reading this you can all feel my pain and frustration with everything.
M. had lost his position at the brokerage firm sometime before this. I never really got the full story on this but from what I've hear, they (the firm and police) found his brokerage license was fake. The numbers belonged to a woman/friend in New Jersey.
After he was let go from the brokerage firm, he started his own business. “Michael Productions.” He says he is now a self-employed biography producer for George Martarano to help free him from prison. He claims to be related to George and this this Mafia family.
Since he was now a “producer” he decided he wanted to do a documentary on me. He wanted to help me with an eye condition I have. (Neovascularization caused by contacts) At the time I was working with Coopervision on a remedy. He knew about this and injected himself and ran with it.
I don’t know if he saw potential for money, or if it was a way to ‘rescue’ me, but he was determined to ‘help’. Many of the emails referenced this. According to the Detective’s interview transcripts, Mike says he raised money, $82,000 to be exact, through grants. With this money he arranged an oversees surgery and is planning to document the entire thing. He says I ruined everything for him by reporting him to the police. He says I took all his money and he has nothing now. I’m the one who should be apologizing to him and he wants nothing more than to just help me! Ok, now that’s just crazy!
**He even created emails to look like that were from Coopervision - which I turned into their legal department hoping they would want to pursue these fraudulent emails.
People couldn’t necessarily tell if he was a good guy or bad guy at first (although now everyone - except the police - say they knew he was bad right away). He used this to his advantage. He considered himself the smartest person in the room. No matter who was in the room, he was always “better and smarter”.
That made him dangerous and invincible.
He believed in revenge, and it seemed like he was better at turning on the charm and telling lies then I was at telling the truth. Now I had at least 2 false police reports against me – texts and emails he created to look like they were from me. At the first PO hearing, that was denied, I had already been bombarded with over 500 phones calls and even more emails and text. That’s not even counting the countless in-person visits. I was feeling overwhelmed and hopeless.
Although I felt alone and abandoned by those that were supposed to protect me (Law Enforcement), I was so very lucky to work with my best friend Connie at a small family owned staffing agency. She was by my side through everything and helped me keep my sanity. She was there for it all including most of the police reports – and do you know, they never once took a statement from her. We’ll get into that later….
The powers that were at the staffing agency I worked for, put up with a lot. By this time we were locking the doors, not accepting walk-ins, I stopped going to networking events, calling clients on the phone was pretty much impossible, and I closed off to most everyone. There were only 3 of us in the office when this all started. I was getting close to my future husband Chris. I had known Chris for about a year. I wouldn’t date him because of my ‘issue’ – Before getting to know him we simply referred to him as “Hot Guy” haha. It’s true, God provides what and who you need on his time. Chris was this tall, smart, strong, good looking man, who wasn’t scared away or deterred by my baggage. His strength and support were exactly what I needed. But this was new, and Mike made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere.
As much as I wanted to be protected at the time, I wanted to protect Chris from my crazy stalker.
I was with Connie all day every day during work. I would sometimes spend the night at her house with her family when I didn’t feel safe to be home alone. I spent a lot of evenings at Chris’s as well. I do have to say, it is amazing how lonely you get when you feel like you can never be alone.
Thank God, I’m blessed with a great guy for an ex-husband. He took the kids whenever I needed. He would have done anything to protect our children and myself. He even helped install motion lights in the backyard and a peephole in the front door. I get emotional thinking about my kids because well, this was all taking its toll on them too. I felt powerless at times when it came to protecting my kids.
I had a baseball bat by each door and one in each bedroom at my house and Chris moved his gun safe from the basement to the main floor and gave me the combination.
Ok, Back to the story….
JANUARY 11TH
Court again. He appealed the 2nd PO. I’m terrified. Scared to see him, who will be there and what will he say/do? This time Chris and Connie come with my parents. He comes with police office Bobby and his friend L & L. Mike admits to the magistrate that he sent the emails but said he meant no harm by them. After hours in court, finally, the two year PO was ordered to stay! Notified in open court. Obviously, mike was outraged with this decision and tried to argue it. The magistrate explained to him that he had to leave me alone or would be in violation and would be arrested. I felt relief. Maybe he would finally stop! Given the history though I’m not to hopeful here was no way I was staying home alone! Besides, Chris had guns at his house.
3:00am JANUARY 12th
The phone rang. It was Mike calling again on Chris’s landline. We made another report and unplugged the phone. Certainly, something would be done this time. Wrong again. They called him, explained the PO again and warned him he would go to jail if he continued. He said he understood.
***Every time they contact him, it’s like giving a crackhead more crack!
JANUARY 13TH
The police are really getting through to him this time….not. More calls back to back to Chris’s house. Again, I report him to the police. The calls seem to stop while police are here but as soon as they leave, they start back up. I finally tell Chris to disconnect the phone. No more landline. That should help.
JANUARY 19TH
Emails are coming from various yahoo and a Hushmail account. Hushmail is a server that bounces all over the world making it near impossible to trace an IP address. The emails were all in 3rd person, all caps, erratic, and almost in code. I believe he created them to look like the were from his friends in the mob, or my imaginary "ex-friends" to make it look as though he was a victim too.
These continued through the weekend. Hundreds of them. On Monday, January 22nd I got to work after not being on my phone or computer all weekend to find I had been locked out of my own account. I called Comcast abuse hotline and changed my email address & account details and opened a case. I knew it was him. I filed another police report but guess what, same outcome. Why won’t they DO SOMETHING! I have now filed over 15 police reports on the same person, been to court twice, and have proof that this guy is clearly breaking the rules of his PO. I am so frustrated with law enforcement. I always thought they were there to protect us – why won’t they protect me?
Over the next couple of days, I started receiving emails, screenshots, and photos from MY computer from these anonymous emails! Same crazy format in the commentary, easily 50+ of them. I even got emails he created to look like they were from me, sent to him, yet forwarded by someone else. Then another, that shows he is being contact by the real hackers…
***Yeah, trace that! Can you imagine doing all of this!? That many times!? He’s dedicated to say the least. It’s no wander the police are confused. But come on!! I’m starting to think he was smarter than the police.
So now he has everything with the ability to create whatever narrative he wants with all of it. Contacts, private photos, private emails, private documents - everything. Shit. To make it worse, he’s sending me samples of doctored photos. What was he planning to do?!
***Shit shit shit – he has 2 topless photos I sent to L when he was away on a business trip – SHIT!!!
JANUARY 26TH
That’s odd. I received a denial notice from the court. Mike was trying to get the PO Dissolved and wanted the magistrate to recuse himself. Glad they denied it – but it also started the next wave. This is the judgement on January 26th.
January 27th – Well apparently the judge denying his requests makes him mad so he starts showing back up. I see him in my addition two times and Chris’s addition two times. I file another police report. There response this time was there was no evidence since he wasn’t there now… but they will give him a call. Thanks again, law enforcement!
JANUARY 28TH
He has somehow found my new phone number and email address. Here we go again.
JANUARY 29TH
Oh the dreaded day of January 29tH . I came into work as usual, but only to find that emails AND pictures have been sent to several of my clients, friends, Chris, my co-workers and….my parents. OH Good Lord! Where is a rock to crawl under! I quickly had to address the situation. Some people in my office I didn’t know very well but now we’re as close as can be! I try to make light of the situation, it’s the only thing to do. If there was somebody who didn’t know what was going on, now they do. Ultimately, Mike was just creating witnesses for me in the long run. Even though that may to this day be one of the most embarrassing things that’s happened to me.
After addressing everyone that has now seen more of me than they wanted, I changed email address again, pestrepellant@comcast.net - He had to see the email address every time he did something. That passively aggressively gave me some satisfaction. Pest.
JANUARY 30TH
His friend Bobby, the police officer, calls my parents again. Demanding this time that I need to apologize and drop the PO.
I get tons of emails from “my former friends” saying I just need to call him and talk to him so I can apologize and then he can make it all go away.
JANUARY 31ST
5 DAYS after THE SAME Judge denied Mike his request to remove the PO – He grants Mike a PO on ME! – You heard me right, Mike filed a PO against me AND it was GRANTED! He uses his fake texts and emails to file I am beside myself. Pissed, frustrated, abandoned, HOW can he be getting away with this? How are they buying his crap? All they must do is look at it! I do not understand. If he would have given me a black eye, this would have been over, instead he is literally trying to ruin my life, and somehow that’s fine. Why won’t they help me?? Now I’m the one that must go file the appeal.
Before I get the call that there is a PO on ME, (MAJOR eye roll here) I get this email…
He is also sending out more emails to all my contacts at the same time making it look like I’m stalking him, and my friends are really the ones stalking me! He’s put a ton of work into this…
Speaking of friends, I’ve lost several by now. I can’t do anything without him interrupting. Some people thought it wasn’t that bad, I should suck it up and not let it bother me. Others thought I was being a drama queen, and some were scared to be around me for their own safety. But mostly, I pushed them away. I didn’t want them involved. Both out of humiliation and to protect them. Mike had no boundaries and the last thing I need is to get more people close to me involved.
FEBRUARY 1ST
He’s hanging out around my work. I’ve seen him three times so far. I called police and made a report. I turned in everything again and begged for help. I told the police I’m losing my mind. Please help me! All he did was called him and again requested him to stop.
FEBRUARY 2ND
Mike has now filed for a PO on Chris! Same Judge. Are you kidding me?? I’m still mad about it to this day. In his complaint he stated Chris threatened him, placed him in fear of physical harm and was stalking him at the gas station by my house (where Mike had no reason to be, but hung out quit often – couldn’t get into or out of my addition without passing it.) Little did he know that the owner of the gas station was a friend of Chris’s and we got a copy of the surveillance video! The video shows exactly the opposite! HAH! GOT HIM. Perjury and falsifying documents in court is a thing! It’s not stalking but certainly this should help. We both went to the courthouse and filed our appeals to request hearing. I tried to subpoena his phone records to compare against mine. I got the comcast abuse complaint and other documents. Those along with the video should do it!! So, although this suck, this might be my chance to stop him!! Court is scheduled for March 1st.
FEBRUARY 6TH
As more and more emails go out, I decided to meet with an attorney. With all the evidence in hand, he let me show him everything and took the time to try to help. He was the first person who told me the legal system moved like glaciers. He wasn’t kidding! He was a prominent attorney and put in a call to the FBI as well as the local Prosecutors office to try to get me help. His advice was that if I went after Mike in civil court, not only would I have to foot the bill for everything, including all the transcripts, evidence, etc... and it could potentially ruin the criminal case. His suggestion – stay with it and to be a loud squeaky wheel.
I’m really trying to hold it together here. I have 3 kids, and they are watching. I can’t give up, but I want to. I want to run away. The next couple of days me, all of my contacts, the Chamber of Commerce, other staffing services, literally EVERYONE I know is getting these emails. I am so embarrassed! Where is a rock I can crawl under?? This is humiliating! And WHY won’t the police help me? I mean with all the stuff coming in from both sides, I get it’s confusing for police, they may not know which one of us is telling the truth - but all they have to do is LOOK. Maybe put some pieces together, it’s all there. Just LOOK at it! It’s literally your job.
When will this end? How far will he go and why is the only thing the police are willing to do is give him a warning call. HOW MANY WARNINGS DOES HE NEED BEFORE YOU TAKE ACTION ON IT? By now the desk sergeant knows my name. Not that that helps, but that’s how many times I’ve reported him and how many times nothing has happened from it. Every time something happens you can see the snowball, the retaliation – and every time I report him, he sees that nothing happens and he gets more and more confident. He feels unstoppable. He has the law fooled, and I’m his puppet in his crazy show.
Why won’t anyone help me.
Welcome to our blog! My name is Dawn Hillyer, I’m the Founder and Owner of Hiding Hilda, LLC. Below is the true story of life with a stalker, police interactions, the trial and life after he got out of prison. This ordeal was the reason I got trained and started to carry concealed. I've heard from several women across the country in the same situation, unable to get help. It's time to shed a light and increase awareness and response to those in similar situations. Laws need changed. This is not embellished for dramatic effect, it is simply what happened.
**This is my story of how I was stalked for over 5 years. Please note that some details in this blog may be hard to read. This blog contains foul language and sexual content. Readers discretion is advised.**
STALKED PART 1 of 5
I was a recruiter for a local staffing firm for about 8 years when we met. A divorced mom, 3 kids, living and loving life. Every other weekend the kids went with their dad and I enjoyed my free time. I met a man named Michael McClellan at work. He was a stockbroker at a high end brokerage firm I was staffing for at the time. We started talking on Match.com. He was smart, charming and professional and we seemed to hit it off right away as friends. We hung out on my free weekends, both of us taking a break from the “dating scene”. No talk of love, no talk of future, no overnights with the kids, no mixing our day to day lives. Just…. Company. He was respectful, lived in a nice home, drove a nice car, always paid, and we both agreed it was a ‘for now’ thing. I mean what could go wrong. There were red flags, but nothing I couldn’t look past for the short term.
During our time as friends, he told me he was adopted and had Italian roots. He fancied himself an Italian “mobster” - the Tony Soprano of Fort Wayne, IN. According to him, his birth family had ties to the East Coast Mafia. I didn't think much about it, I've been in Fort Wayne most of my life and have never heard of us having mafia.
In hindsight, he really did consider himself a mobster. His last name is McClellan but on occasion, he used the last name Martarano (an Italian Mob family in Jersey he claimed he was related to). He would do things like order pizza under that and other fake fake names then pick it up at the bank across the street instead of delivered at his house. There was nothing in his name. His car, his home, etc.. were all in someone else's name. He always had a pocket full of cash and prepaid credit cards. Things like that. You know RED FLAGS!
One big thing I should have paid more attention to was his rule of thumb. This was his 11-month rule he lived by. “If you want revenge against someone who did you wrong, you do it 11 months after whatever happened. It’s far enough away that they’ve moved on, yet close enough for them to wander if it’s you.” His other rule was to never trust a guy in a turtleneck. I thought he was just trying to show off - Like I said, we agreed this was short term so, whatever. I took it all with a grain of salt. Never in a million years did I think he would apply his rule to me, especially when there was no revenge to be had. I was so wrong.
We mutually decided we were ready get back on the dating scene and parted ways. Easy Breezy. He went away, no harm no fowl, no hurt feelings.
I didn’t see or hear from him – until…11 months later. It all started on my way home from a Rolling Stones concert with my then new boyfriend L. Stalker was the furthest thing from my mind. My phone started ringing and I received several texts. Finally, on the 26th call, I picked up.
I’ll try my best to be open and honest. I’m sure I’ve forgotten some things, but here it goes. Embarrassing parts and all!
The best way to see the progression is through the timeline of events.
**All can be verified in court records, phone logs, videos, and testimony. Some names have been changed to protect their identity. Please be advised, strong language is used throughout this blog.**
OCTOBER 12TH 2006
Out of the blue – on my way home from a concert with boyfriend (L) – I received 26 phone calls and several text messages from Mike. It was urgent he talk to me. He had something to show me and needed to come over right away. My answer? NO. He showed up at my home later that night anyway demanding to come in. He was insisting he found a “fake identity” on me. He marched over to my computer, put his thumb drive in, and tried to show me. This quickly turned into how much he missed and loved me and wanted to be together. My answer again? “No. Please leave my house.” He finally left.
OCTOBER 15TH 2006
88 phone calls between 9:20am and 11:04pm. 123 total calls that day. Every phone call went unanswered. That day I also received multiple long rambling love letters through email, he dropped off gifts at my house and work, left me voice mails, and sent texts all day long saying he knows we should be together, we’re perfect.. blah blah blah…
Imagine someone calling back to back to back to back…. Back then, you couldn’t block the number. Maddening. My phone quickly became useless to me and a weapon for him.
OCTOBER 17TH – 26TH 2006
By now I have received HUNDREDS of phone calls, emails and text. He was still showing up at work and my home. If he knew I was home he would honk the horn on his car until I came out, wanting to say goodbye and letting me know I can always come back to him. Still delivered gifts to both my home and work. Trying to tell me the guy I’m dating now can’t compare to him and what we could have. He even delivered a CD he made of himself I was supposed to share with my friends so they could see how much he loved me and so they would help convince me we should be together. It went into the drawer with all the other crazy.
***When we finally watched it before trial it was 45 minutes long. The “Love CD” – It really shows the crazy and his state of mind. He admits to coming on like a “freight train”.
Again “NO!”. Very clearly, in person, every time he showed up. My answer was always “no”.
OCTOBER 26TH 2006
That evening while I was watching TV with L at my home, I get a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Mike barges in declaring his love. Challenging L in every way. Physically and emotionally. “No one’s love can compare to mine” he shouted. I yell at him to get out and pick up the phone to call the police. He leaves. After I threaten to call the police, things began to change. He became more agitated.
Needless to say after that, my relationship with L didn’t last much longer.
OCTOBER 27TH 2006
The following day I received yet again, an astonishing amount of calls. 56 to be exact. Calls of him begging me to come back. All hours of the day, non-stop. I’m still ignoring ALL of these and by me ignoring him, he starts to get very angry in emails. He doesn’t understand. Why won’t I take him back? I finally decided to reply to one of his hundreds of emails to tell him no. I wanted to be very clear to him and also so I would have it documented that this is NOT what I want.
I’m not scared at this point. I’m annoyed, I feel harassed, and confused why this is the world’s worst breakup for him when we weren’t even dating to begin with. I needed him to stop. This is now getting in the way of my job and my life in general.
OCTOBER 28TH – NOVEMBER 4TH 2006
28 Calls. He came by work twice. I got emails stating things like “Why didn’t you leave your porch light on?” and “I saw his wallet on your table” or “I’ve been watching you from the parking lot across the creek from your work.”
At this point, I’m starting to get creeped out and a little concerned but mainly still just very annoyed with his behavior. I was a little nervous but I kept myself calm with the thought “He’s just taking this really hard. Nothing will come of it and it’ll blow over soon if I keep ignoring him.”
*I’ve learned that bad guys will often tell you what they are going to do, it’s just a matter of if you’re listening to them or not. As seen below.*
OCTOBER 31st 2006
I was at an Ingram Hill concert in Chicago with my girlfriends. A much-needed weekend away. Now I can’t prove this, but I wholeheartedly believed Mike followed us to Chicago. We saw him on the highway a couple times on the way there and he makes mention that it was a coincidence and he wasn’t following us. Nothing happened besides the normal emails and calls he has been bombarding me with but still, creepy.
NOVEMBER 4TH 2006
Mike followed me home with Champaign in hand for yet another, last goodbye. He told me he was moving to Florida and getting married to a wife he had purchased. What? Ok, I didn’t believe him, but whatever it took to get him out. And hey, maybe he would really move! I mean how many times does he have to say goodbye? Leave already!
NOVEMBER 7TH – 8TH 2006
3 days of silence, peace, and relief. Finally, he’s gone. Life is normal, and I can put my mind to rest.
So I thought.
Nope, he’s still here. Great. 54 back to back phone calls between 11:03 and 11:52pm. Then 30 more calls the next morning. Emails and more emails. Just when I thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, things start getting worse. And by worse, I mean CREEPY! This is where he takes it to a new level. As I sit at my desk at work an email came up. It’s from him (eye roll). Again, I’m annoyed. Until I open the email. It’s pictures of the inside of my house. HE’S INSIDE MY HOUSE! Instant fear came over me. I immediately call the police to make the first report. By the time I got home with my children, he was still there. I told him to leave and called the police and reported him again. The police came and he left but 10 minutes after the police left, he was back. I tried to keep him in the garage. My only thought was “my kids are inside.”. I yell at my 7-yr. old to call the police. So he did. Meanwhile, his 4-year-old twin brother and sister were sound asleep.
So here’s how that went down. The dispatcher kept asking my son to check on me in the garage – that was mistake #1. Every time my son came in to check on me, it only made Mike angrier.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, 4 patrol cars show up. Keep in mind 2 had just left 10 min ago. The officers tell him to quit harassing me. Turns out he had a suspended Drivers license and weed in his pocket, but the officers decided the best thing to do was to let him call a friend to come get him and LEAVE HIS CAR IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE FOR HIM TO COME BACK AND GET! WHAT?! No thank you officer, but that’s what they decided. That was mistake #2.
Sure enough, he comes back to get his car. With every door locked, I hold my kids tight ready for the worst. The second we saw the headlights from his BMW shine in the window, we held our breath ready to call 911 again. Luckily, he didn’t bother us again that night.
NOVEMBER 9TH 2006
The next day I finally got Protective Order – after being turned away because I didn’t have his birthday and address! So, I’m supposed to drive bye my stalkers house to get his address – and what – call him for his birthday? Are you kidding me! I’m already nervous as hell, I mean what will he do when he gets it! I went back to the car and called one of the officers that was at my house the previous night. I begged him to give me the info so I could go back in and get the order. He did, so I marched right back in and got it.
Back to, what will he do when he gets it?
On the way home I changed my phone number and my personal email address. This whole time he was emailing both my work and home address. I could only change my personal one.
Your first question while reading this might be “why did I wait so long to report him?” Well I didn’t want to ruin the guys life. I just wanted him to LEAVE ME ALONE! He kept stating he understood and said kept saying his goodbyes. I really wanted to believe him. I never imagined any of this could happen to me and thought if I kept ignoring him that he would eventually go away. I mean why on earth would you want to be with someone that doesn’t want to be with you? That, and I was way too nice. I’m embarrassed now that it took me so long.
NOVEMBER 10TH – 16TH 2006
With a little bit of a break from all of the crazy, I have time be with my kids, get a little work done, and had a little comfort in the fact that I had a protective order. I can sleep at night again. Until…
NOVEMBER 17TH – 19TH 2006
Calls and emails started back up. How did he get my new number?? I start seeing him in parking lots, gas stations, by my house, down the street, and on the street behind my house. I call the police again. I gave them the PO (protective order) and all the new emails I received. The police called Mike and told him to leave me alone, and that there was a PO in place. Mike said he said he understands. The police advice to me was to turn off my phone and email. That afternoon I got an interesting call. It was Mikes friend Bobby and his wife. Bobby was a police officer. I guess after I filed another report against him, Mike went to Bobby. They were calling to try to get me to drop the PO. They didn’t want me to ruin his career. I told him he had to stop. The call ended up being 47-minutes long trying to reason with them (and Mike on the phone), but not backing down. Bobby needed to get him to stop. Nothing else had worked. I thought maybe if I could show Bobby how crazy Mike was acting, he could help. The police and eventually the jury had questions/problems with that call. They couldn’t understand why after all that time I tried to reason with Mike and Bobby. I was desperate for him to stop. Their questioning of me made me feel like they were looking for reasons to blame me. Like I lead him on. I did not expect that. Then, getting my oil change the tech told me there was a black box under my car, called the police again and the came out and found it, of course Mike denied it and said it was probably the tech. I have no idea how long was on my car.
NOVEMBER 20TH 2006
Mike ‘officially’ receives the PO Paperwork (according to testimony), although he was referring to it and knew all about it the day I went to the courthouse to get it. Furious, he then emails the owner of the company I worked for as well as my direct boss telling them how awful they are ‘on my behalf’. Clearly trying to get me fired.
NOVEMBER 21ST – 22ND
36 Calls and more emails DEMANDING I drop the PO. I call the police, the officer calls Mike and AGAIN explains the PO, and to leave me alone or charges will be filed. Police advice was to turn off my phone and email. Thanks, because that seems to be working.
The police seemed annoyed with the situation, but I’m getting scarred. Everything is getting more and more aggressive. I have kids I have to think about. This isn’t just me in the situation, there is three kids involved as well. Once he learned I hadn’t yet dropped the PO, he filed a false police report against me. What?! What on earth could he have filled against me? Get this, he told police that I was violating the PO by calling him. He created 92 false text messages that he said were from me. He would get on his computer online, create a text with my number (you could do this back in the day on flip phones) and then send himself text messages making it look like I was blowing his phone up! I couldn’t go home. I had to send my kids with their dad, and I stayed at a friend’s. He’s coming on like a freight train. He’s lost his mind and now, the police don’t know who to believe. This is a nightmare.
NOVEMBER 25TH
I decide to go to a concert with my friends who I haven’t seen since this madness started. I hadn’t been out in a long time and I didn’t really want to go but, I needed to get my mind off this. After my friends spent hours convincing me that I should go, I finally said OK. So off we go.
I was enjoying my time with my friends at the concert. My mind veered away briefly from everything going on until out of the corner of my eye I see him. Mike’s here. He quickly approached me and cornered me at the bar. He threatens to kill me and tells my friends to enjoy their time… he was going to kill me. My friends pull him away as did a number of random strangers there and call the police. He was escorted out. Another report filed. Witness statements taken. This time they give me information on Victims Assistance and recommended I contact them, which I did immediately. I spoke with a nice lady with all the info and evidence in hand. She also called him. Police advice was to turn off my phone and email (again, thanks.).
Instead of leaving and walking into the open unguarded parking lot or getting a ride home to where he knows I live, I stayed with security until the concert was over. I felt it was the safest place to be. Later on you’ll learn the jury didn’t like that. They assumed I stayed and partied.
NOVEMBER 26TH 2006
The multiple calls from the police and the lady from the victim’s assistance telling him to back off and leave me alone, were clearly being ignored by him. Emails were sent to everyone in my company trying to get me fired. He also started using alias emails and speaking in 3rd person. Another Police Report and went to Victims Assistance again with the updates. Victims Assistance tells me she is going to turn the case in to the Detective with the county. Mike received another phone call telling him to leave me alone or he will end up in jail. I got another helpful recommendation from the police to turn off my phone and email. Sounds familiar.
NOVEMBER 26TH – DECEMBER 13TH 2006
More calls, emails, a drive-by or two, parking lot stalking, and ultimatums to drop the PO. This time all from different email addresses. Now he’s trying to cover his tracks.
DECEMBER 13TH – 21st 2006
1st appointment with 1st detective. I gave all phone records, emails, etc… Detective interviewed Mike. According to transcripts of the interview, During the interview the detective asked if Mike was ready to stop this nonsense. Mike said “I’m not a threat, I want to help her. I will be there to help her someday. You can’t stop me. The sheriff can’t stop me”… laughs, ran his fingers through his hair, leaned back in his chair, and says “but probably should.’
Transcripts also show he had been in trouble in the past. DWS, check deception, theft, intimidation, and another PO. The 7-page transcripts tell a delusional story of what was going on. Both in the past and the present. It still floors me. He also turned in 92 text messages he created on his computer to look like they were from me. 92!
*YIKES! You should see this video of the interview, it’s appalling! YES it’s all on video!!
Within a few weeks both the Detective and Victims assistance stopped returning my calls and totally dropped it.
Things still continued. Full force, all hours of the day and night… It was…. Ugghhh. The only solution from police was to again, turn off my phone and email. I’m a single mom with 3 kids and a sales job… not an option.
DECEMBER 21ST 2006
The date of the PO hearing has arrived (of course he appealed the PO). I was terrified. Nervous. All the feeling you could I have I felt. I was scared to see him, to tell the judge everything that was going on. All of it, terrifying. I had no idea what to expect.
He shows up with his friend Bobbie who happened to be a Police officer in uniform, as well as with another “friend” and that friends’ newborn baby. He looked like a nice, family oriented, good guy. (engage another eye-roll emoji). I went with my parents. Despite all the evidence, police reports, emails, and text messages, the magistrate denied the PO. I was floored. Speechless. I could not believe that just happened. Tears filled my eyes. I’m losing hope that this is ever going to end. I started crying in court asking the judge “what am I supposed to do?” He instructed me in open court to come back if I receive any contact at all from him. When we left, he was waiting outside the courthouse doors for me. With my head down and my parents beside me, I walked fast to my car. He’s yelling at me while I cross the street. ”See you soon” he says. By the time I got home… I had 2 emails. The next day, I went back and got a new PO.
DECEMBER 22nd – 23rd 2006
With a new PO in hand, I decided to venture out to a local bar with my friends I haven’t seen since this started. It used to be my (not his) regular Friday night afterwork hangout. Of course, not long after I was there, he showed up. And he was pissed. He walked up to my table, slammed his fist down in front of me, yelling at me, calling me names, and making a scene. My friends immediately got between us and Mike was ready to fight them. I grabbed the PO, showed the security on duty and he was kicked out. - Another police report filed. Provided again, all the emails, phone records etc. along with all the new ones. Another phone call to him from authorities, another confirmation of the PO’s, another recommendation to shut off my phone.
After he got kicked out, the text messages started rolling in. Disgusting texts. Be advised, these are bad – and NOTHING like this ever happened. My Dad is a great man – he would NEVER.
***DISCLAIMER* Readers discretion is advised as the following messages are R rated. Read at your own risk***
SERIOUSLY – WHYYYY won’t the police help me?? You can’t do this to people! I do not understand why I can’t get help with this lunatic!!!
Morning of DECEMBER 23RD 2006
No sleep all night. I’m in constant agony. The next morning I get several calls from Mikes number- didn’t answer. Then I get a call from a different number that left a message. It was a police officer. He left a message regarding a report filed by Mike – he was standing there with him looking at all the text messages I supposedly sent him. They were death threats made to look like they were from me. The officer stated he knew there was a PO and I needed to stop contacting Mike or he would take ME TO JAIL over Christmas weekend. – I made ANOTHER police report. Then a couple hours later there was a knock at my door, more police, it seems Mike requested a wellness check – “I was hyped up on cocaine and threatening suicide.” I filed another report against him– same results.
How can the judicial system be failing me this hard!
Emails from fake address continue and more…
JANUARY 11TH 2007
Another PO hearing – he appealed again. This time however it was granted in open court. Yay! Finally! I Immediately changed my cell phone number and email address as soon as I left court. The celebration had started. I won. Finally. Freedom.
3:00 AM… my home phone rings. It’s Mike.
Now it really begins. If you thought the beginning was bad, wait to you hear the rest!