Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Entry# 17: Let Stalking Begin!

Terry

I don't know how long I was sleeping for when I woke up.  All I knew was that the sun was out and it was hella bright.  However, I felt well rested.  Last night was the first night that I slept the entire night and I did not wake up once.  I stuck my arm out from under the covers and fumbled on my night stand until I found my phone to check the time.  It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.  I sat up in the bed and rubbed the matter out of my eyes.  It then occurred to me that my day was finally here.  I got up out of the bed and gathered my toiletries and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.  As I allowed the hot water to run its course on my body, I felt at ease for the first time in months.

I returned to my room and got dressed.  I checked the time and it was only five minutes to two.  I was getting anxious.  It felt like time was moving slow.  I decided to head out early and stop and get something to eat along the way and kill time there.  There was a strip that had lots of restaurants and fast food joints not too far from Aaliyah's house.  I drove until I found an Applebee's and settled on eating there.  I parked my car and headed inside and sat at the bar.  I decided to keep my shades on as they made me feel like I was invisible.  I know that it sounds crazy but they are a layer of comfort for me.  I placed my order of burger and fries and ordered a martini to sip on.  I needed to calm my nerves. 

As I sipped on my drink, I looked around the restaurant and saw the variety of couples with their children enjoying their meals and their time together.  I started to feel some type of way because I remembered how that used to be me and Geoffrey with our little one.  I began to feel the rise of anger as I remembered how Aaliyah took that privilege away from me.  I couldn't even spend time with my son now because of that bitch.  I couldn't wait to rip her life to shreds.  It was only a matter of time before I could complete phase one of my plan.  My food finally arrived and I picked at it.  I really wasn't that hungry but I forced myself to eat because I needed to keep up my energy.   I ate as much as I could and asked for the check.  I paid the waitress in cash and left the restaurant.  I climbed into my car and headed to Aaliyah's subdivision.  As I approached her street, I slowed down and parked far away enough so that I wouldn't be noticed but close enough to be able to see when she left the house.

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long, I saw when the garage door opened and Aaliyah drove her car out into the driveway.  I noted that she drove a black C class Mercedes Benz.  Aaliyah then got out of the car and went back inside of the house.  A few minutes later, she returned to the car, closed the garage door and began to drive in my direction.  I slid down in my seat  until I heard her car drive past me.  I slowly sat up and looked in the rear view mirror and saw her car disappear down the street.  I waited ten minutes to see if she would return just in case she forgot something.  When it appeared that she was not returning anytime soon.  I removed my duffel bag with my items out of the trunk and headed towards the house.  It was still light outside but it was quiet in the cul-de-sac as it appeared as though no one was home. 

I had to move quickly and so I could take advantage of the natural light was left before it got dark.  The more I could do without having to turn on my flashlight the better.  I approached the back of the house and looked at the house next door just to reassure myself that no one was home.  I disabled the communications box and went to work on the lock.  To my relief, I was able to unlock the door on the first try.  Before I pushed the door open, I mentally reviewed what I thought to be the layout of the house.  The closet that I was looking for had to be on the main floor.  If I was right about the footprint of the house, the first set of stairs was towards my left.  I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.  The initial beep of the alarm began.  I raced to my left and sure enough, the stairs were there.  I ran up the steps and the closet was exactly where I thought it was.  I yanked the door open and saw a bunch of coats and some boxes.  Shit.  I didn't plan on that.  I pushed the coats to the side and pulled out the boxes like a mad woman.   The alarm panel was in the box and the key was hanging from the lock.  I quickly unlocked the cover and disabled the alarm and the beeping stopped.  I let out a deep breath as apparently I was holding it. I turned around and realized that I actually had tossed the boxes out of the closet and made a mental note to organize them before I left. 

I figured that it would be best for me to work my way from the top level down.  I headed upstairs and noted the pictures that Aaliyah had along the walls of what appeared to be family and friends.  When I arrived at the top level of the house I counted four bedrooms.  Why Aaliyah needed that many bedrooms is beyond me. I checked out the first three and they clearly were guest rooms.  I quickly checked the closets and they didn't have much in them.  I looked down the hallway and saw what appeared to be the master bedroom but I couldn't tell because the door was slightly ajar.  I headed towards the room and sure enough, it was the master bedroom.  I looked around and the room was a well decorated oasis.

I started with the dresser and went through the drawers.  I found nothing but clothes; same in her closet.  I checked the night table stands and they were more like junk drawers for the bedroom.  It was a mixture of condoms, sex toys and random stuff; clearly nothing that could help me.  I looked around the room and noticed that she had a picture of her and her friend next to her bed.  I picked up the picture frame to get a better look at the photo.  Clearly he was of importance to her, however, his crazy ass was off limits.  I had to admit that in a way, I was scared of him.  From what I saw during my interactions with him, he was capable of many things. 

I put the picture frame back on top of the night stand and as I walked out of the bedroom, I noticed a trap door in the ceiling.  I pulled on the handle and as the door opened, I noticed a ladder was nestled at the top.  I pulled the ladder down and slowly climbed up the steps.  When I got to the top of the ladder, I realized that there was an attic.  The space was not that large, but big enough to move around in as it was empty.  All I saw were remnants of insulation scattered about and it was obvious that no one ever went up there.  I made a mental note of the space and then retreated downstairs where I came across a room that appeared to be Aaliyah's office.  I walked over to the desk and flipped open her laptop and turned it on.  While it was booting up, I began to go through some papers on her desk.  I found nothing but bills, credit card statements, that sort of stuff.  I opened the file cabinet and saw that she had variety of files that apparently were her clients.  As I went through the files, I noted that she had some pretty high profile clients.  It would be a shame if something was to happen and she was to lose them all.

I sat down at the desk and began going through files on her computer.  I came across her client list that had names, addresses, email, phone numbers, enough information for me to start forming a plan in my mind.  I opened up the web browser and logged into my email and sent a copy of the file to myself.  I opened up her calendar and saw that she had several appointments the following week.   I printed a copy of her schedule and placed it in my pocket.  From what I could tell, Aaliyah's life was her work.  No inkling of a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter.  She clearly did not have any children either.  So the best way to get at her was through her work.  I wanted to hurt her in her pockets since it seemed that was the driving force in her life.  As I shut down the laptop, I noticed that it was getting dark outside.  I went looking for my duffel bag and headed back upstairs to the attic.  I climbed up the ladder and decided that I would need to set up shop since it was obvious that Aaliyah never utilized the space.  I removed several items from the bag and placed them in the corner and covered them with some insulation.  With the plan that I had in mind, I would need to come back to the house.

I headed back downstairs towards the back door to look at the alarm panel.  I used my black light to see that the alarm code was only four digits.  I pulled out my cell phone and quickly created a list of twenty-four possible alarm codes.  I had to be able to turn the alarm back on so that Aaliyah would not suspect anything.  I returned to the closet upstairs and re-engaged the alarm box and locked it.  I carefully placed the boxes back in the closet and pushed the coats back to the center.  I returned to the back door and on the third try, the alarm was engaged and I made a note of the the alarm code.  I picked up my bag and locked the door and headed back to the car.  Once inside, I quietly sat and began to wonder where to begin.  I took the copy of Aaliyah's schedule out of my pocket and noticed that she had a daily appointment marked "Grammy".  I noted the address and searched for it on my phone.  It appeared to be a medical facility.  I went to the website and it was an assisted living facility for elderly people. 

It was then the wheels started to turn.  Aaliyah had someone who was near and dear to her at this facility.  The saying and eye for an eye was dancing around my head.  I needed to find out more about this Grammy person.  Clearly it was short for grandma and it was at that moment, I felt like I hit the jackpot, however, I didn't have a name but that was okay.  Since I work nights most of the time, I could simply go to the facility in the morning and follow Aaliyah to see exactly who Grammy is.....I think that it is only fair since I lost my husband, Aaliyah needs to lose her precious Grammy.....


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