"'This is your last night, bitch.' This was the last of many messages my stalker left that day. I was living a nightmare of being stalked by a man I went out with for a little while and broke up with. He was obsessed with me and didn't take it well when I ended things. In these few months of being stalked, I already had restraining, no-contact, and no-trespassing orders against him."
"So we got back to my house and, although the house seemed undisturbed inside, when we checked the back porch, there were some men's clothing: a jacket, shirt, underwear, and pants strewn across the floor. I called the police yet again to make another report, and after that, I locked up the porch and tried to get some rest. But, as I was trying to go to sleep, I remembered I had not turned on the porch light,"
A woman endured escalating stalking and explicit death threats, including the message 'This is your last night, bitch.' She held restraining, no-contact, and no-trespassing orders while police repeatedly responded but could not apprehend the stalker because he had no fixed address or regular job and would appear and disappear. The stalker vandalized property and harmed animals: killed a dog, sabotaged a car with sugar in the gas tank, poured concrete down a drain, and slashed tires on her and her children's bikes. One night men's clothing appeared on the back porch and a naked man attempted to jimmy the porch lock, intensifying fears of arson or worse; a friend stayed with her and the children were with their father that evening.
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