Whatever is going on,

most important thing to note is that my interaction with David is hardly ever verbal.

It was an indirect aggression and hostility without actual words exchanged.

When it was verbal, it was formality in brief moments. As if this person had a dual side to him.

I would always write on-screen what is going on. Reporting what is happening.

This person was crazy hostile and deceptive in the house,

and this is the house I got out of because of his bullying.

And ended up here, in this building.

Once I was out, this person has been harassing me by assigning an identity.

 

So I have no clue what this person is saying,

but he has no correlation to my life, whatsoever.

 

In real life, we've hardly spoken in person.

It was all physical insinuations of hostility and danger, of which he so admitted several times.

Vigilantism and all that.

 

Whatever character this person portrays in the online world, it is a mislead.

 

In the house,

It acted in accordance to what it felt like. Without remorse.

It seemed nice one day, and the next morning, its fucking slamming fridge door on purpose.

And it would repeat almost everyday.

Hostility was ever-present, only to be diminished by my efforts.

Cleaning the floor or letting it borrow my DVDs as show of good will (of which it stole and denied).

Only to be risen again, by its escalation.

 

So this fucker is a stalking maniac.

It must be charged for all it has done.

 

 

I have sent in a police report of all times that was in that house.

I was focused on my work, and this David was in his space, in the living room.

It was a separate existence, one that I was trying to avoid.

Fearing escalation.

I had even made an armor in paranoia of this fucker attacking in person.

As I noticed it had knives beside it, and it kept on slamming the fridge door,

in purpose to hurt my ears. (I told it my condition, and IT DID SO MORE, DELIBERATELY)

 

That is the kind of completely unreasonable PURSUIT Of fucking harm. This thing is.

 

I remember going to the hospital thinking I was poisoned. As my heartbeat was up.

It turned out it's my anxiety, through my ears, due to this fucker. I made an 'apology' for that speculation.

But essentially, all is because of this fucker.

 

There was a time he helped, when I overloaded with sugar. And temporarily sick, asking for a phone call, ambulance.

That's the duality of this person. It calculates evidence to  its behavior and leaves no evidence to the wrong it does.

 

I had helped it when it had a stroke. When it came back, it immediately went back to its abusive insinuations. Presumably because I refused taking its phone to the hospital as it requested it through the manager.

That's not my business.

 

After that, not entirely sure of the timeline, as I told it my ailments with the ear. It abused that fact and kept on targeting. Almost everyday.

 

Judging by how it was mumbling "King and Queen" when it had stroke, of which the ambulance people thought it was the TV show King of Queens.

My guess is that this fucker blamed its illness on my arrival to the house as well.

 

And that is the torture I was given.

 

If anyone has it, please share the police report I made back then.

 

 

And please do not trust this deceptive individual.