It Follows

Last Updated on November 15, 2023 by ESAReviewsComplaints

Psychological Torture WORKS! And it’s not very complicated at all.

See how easy it is in this post…

Here I describe my encounters, so far, with Manger5-J. She started by posting a letter on my door a few weeks ago. I didn’t even know there was a new manager- five in six and a half years. In a nutshell, it said I had to move my things off the floor or I will be evicted.

It also said housekeeping needed me to moves things because a “deep cleaning” needs to take place in my room.

I moved all the stuff, and like the letter said to, I called to let her know it had been done. She screened it and wouldn’t talk to me, which is a common practice here at Extended Stay America if you want to speak to someone specific, so I just told her voice mail that the room was ready for the “deep cleaning” she had printed had to be done.

I left the room, and when I came back, there was a broom leaning up against the wall.

To be sure that I understood the intent, I put it on the balcony. Two days later I brought it back in. The broom instead of “housekeeping deep clean,” was not a mistake. But, to be fair, most things lined up on the sidewalk and balconies usually sit there for days anyways.

Get Ready to be Inspected

A few days ago there was a knock at my door.

She said, “Maintenance. Inspection.”

I opened the door. She ignored me by not looking at me, and walked as far as she could, looked in the bathroom, and headed back towards the door. And I mean really. Really- nose in the air, and me, standing there, just a peasant.

She still would not look at me.

I said, “Did I pass?”

She still would not look at me and started out of the door.

I said it again- “Did I pass?”

She said, “Try to get the trash out.” or, “Try and get the trash out.”

Of course she didn’t look at me, and kept her eyes and their blank ****ful look forward. It almost seems as though she was psychologically projecting in the same manner and same location I talk about here.

I didn’t ask her to explain because she was so ****ful I only wanted the least amount of contact with her. Most of the ladies who work here fake being friendly. Well, at least she was being herself.

I don’t know what “trash” she was talking about. Maybe she meant what you can view here, in the galleryLINK. Since that page is not up yet, I’ll give you hint: It shows exactly what the employees think of “trash” and how this place looks. I said somewhere that there’s “no pride” in the jobs they do, and I mean that in multiple instances.

There was a bag next to my desk that holds daily trash until I go out and walk over to their dumpster. Nearer to the door was an empty box that was obviously by the door so I wouldn’t forget to take it with me on my next trip to the dumpster. They used to make throwing out trash convenient, but not anymore- I guess because it was too much for housekeeping that hasn’t cleaned my room in years while they stand out back (and around the dumpster) for half the day smoking. Maybe not “half the day,” but often enough that it seems so.

Maybe she was referring to all the roach traps and baits on the floor, of which she said nothing about and has done nothing about.

Get Ready for More

My third encounter with her was today. I had to go to the office, and as per usual, there was a sign that said, “Back in 30 minutes.” Of course, as usual, no start time, so no way to know what “30 minutes” means.

I went in and out a couple of times trying to decide if I wanted to wait, which could’ve been hours if she had caught wind of me.

Outside, she was coming down the walkway with others. I don’t know if her friends looked at me, but it was simply amazing how she kept her stare forward to ignore me.

I waved.

Nothing.

I said, “Will you help me?”

She said, “What?” More like a statement than a question.

I said, “Would you get my packages from the office?”

She said, “Yes,” while she walked away.

I said, “When?”

Of course I had no idea if she meant anytime soon or some arbitrary time or in 30 minutes or whatever (as you might get that picture from other articles).

She said, “Now.”

So I walked around to the front of the office and a few minutes later she came in and gave me my packages.

I said, “Thank you,” because as badly as these people have treated me, I have ALWAYS been polite AND nice because that’s what my mom taught me. I have no hateful look.

She kept her eyes forward and off me. She can’t see me as a person, only as a “figure” literally and spirit-wise. I ask as few questions as possible because, if you’ve read much on this site, lying, gaslighting, ambiguous answers, is what I’m trained to expect.

There is nothing that I’m afraid of, except for they, and whatever else will become of this treatment. Each time I have to go to the office or talk to anyone here, I don’t know how they are going to react, and, I expect lies and gaslighting. So I’m scared. But that’s not the end of it. I had to be somewhere 30 miles away in a grocery store, and almost everyone there was a suspect- me being unsure of what they will do. That includes people who were already there, because past harassers taught me that they could be anywhere- arrival times could be at any time since I usually stick to the same schedule all the time- they know where I will likely be each time I get in my car and leave. (Sounds so crazy, doesn’t it?) See Here, There and Everywhere.