Sylvanna Devlin

I’m not doing well.

My hacker/stalker/terrorist/would be killer has kind of been a problem a while now and has very deep pockets.

She pays for favors that add up to the death of a thousand cuts.

She pays for and uses technology that really only the military should have.

She rounds up others by using my information.

She rounds up others period.

She posed as me and mined my friends for details. She used my picture and what I had muttered of information. Using torment to make me chatty.

My entire support network was alienated in the process. By her.

She tried a real estate scam by posing as me. She placed “for rent” details as me. And she chatted and lured money as me. I am not a home owner.

She stole identifying documents. She stole everything she could. Particularly if it confused others as to which Witch was which.

I struggled to get Game Over out the door with her machinations and constant attempts to change it nipping as my heels. As it is I had to self publish right now because I couldn’t handle agent hunting.

All my data was stolen and my writing shat on. Particularly the project I’d published and pulled because I decided I really could do better if patient enough.

It’s been a background project and she added to and deleted so much I started reorganizing and partially rewriting it.

Until I went to open it and the files were being deleted before my eyes. I couldn’t get to the latest.

Someone restored what they could from one drive but I still lost several days work. But I’m pretty certain it was revenge published, mocked and stolen from so what’s the point?

Writing was just part of my identity. No biggie right?

My computers have been hacked with Bluetooth on but are still vulnerable with it off. A driver hack means any time a USB port is activated the backdoor can be installed in the OS itself. Sounds crazy but it’s the only explanation.

She fucked up my medical records, my family, and worldwide friendships., She ruined my reputation and she very much wants to push me to suicide.

Now my neighbor complained about sound I didn’t make and I am left wondering if it was a favor for a fiver (probably 500), or she’s also been targeted. I certainly know banging I attributed to her had been complained about too.

I mean sure, the place is haunted as fuck. But I’m of the ilk that looks up to see a “Ju On ceiling ghost” and just say “what the fuck?” Before I see her melt into upstairs.

Maybe there’s a pissed off spirit banging and knocking. The previous resident died and her room was still used as storage with her body right there. I’d be annoyed in the afterlife too!

It’s such an old building there are probably plenty of irritated ghosts. I had one sit on the end of my bed. I looked up, saw it wasn’t my cat and went back to sleep. So shit gets moved around in my room all the time because moving a ball as a being of pure energy is probably difficult, and takes practice. I don’t mind.

The part I couldn’t handle was having no safety to write my work without it being deleted or shitily altered- with a lifetime of work destroyed. The copies I maintained are unsafe to open. And I just couldn’t handle losing all my backups. I forgot I still had hard drives. But a search of my room while out suggests they are as unsafe as my cat. Who has been threatened too. But to me, obviously.

I’ve heard her bitching and taunting, I’ve heard hallway gaslighting of all of us. Radio gets god knows what chopped up and changed sound bites.

People have been told I’m anti-Semitic, racist, and I don’t know what else. But one of them is so atrocious to levy I’m surprised I survived hearing it. I just heard it again. Apparently while doped up on meds I was raped and canceled as a result.

She bitches, moans, and complains and leaves a trail of people who know the name but not the person.

Did I mention she hacks and steals?

Yeah. I’ve had my fill of her. But she’s not done destroying me. I did have a week in a coma, two more weeks in the hospital level suicide attempt. But Allah had other ideas.

Oh wait I pray every day and am studying Greek. I call god Allah as that’s how he introduced himself in a vision. And I am not certain those around me recognize the language. Maybe it’s that.

There are plenty of ways and excuses to shit on me. I’ve even had my clitoris and labia mutilated and no one wanted to tell me who, or what and the why is a repulsive sack of lies.

I’m actually sweet, a mountain lion if you fight me but a pussycat if you don’t, generous, and inclined to try to save the world.

I’m fucking smart and plan on spending the next three years learning six languages and ASL. Though six years may be more reasonable.

I have a forthright and at times forceful personality. I’m a good listener and encourage others to just be themselves because I’ll love them anyway. “Warts and all”.

I’ve also been abused.

Welcome to being a woman in the 21st century I suppose. I don’t want to dig in to all the ways here. Torture, gaslighting, reactive, emotional and financial? Yeah no thank you.

She’s tried getting sex traffickers after me, and failing that find someone to rape and kill me – since she’ll shed me to pretend to be me. Any way she can.

I’ve been lied about and the subject of speculation and gossip. She dropped a house on me and now a building, maybe a neighborhood.

Why? Apparently a snuff film gone wrong.

Oh by the fucking way. The last time I had blond hair I was five years old. If bleached it became blue, green, purple, and pink right away. Fuck you.

I needed a selfie a day break from blog posts. It’s not hard to see why.