The Second Time I Called the Police
Last Updated on November 15, 2023 by ESAReviewsComplaints
This is an incident that I wrote about as it happened, which, you will find there are many instances of that under, A Selection of Average Days.
The First Time I Called the Police
The first time I called the police, it was because they were trying to annoy me with loud music. I called the local police, and said, “Would you come to the hotel and ask these people to turn it down?” The lady put me on hold for awhile. I started thinking, “Who is she talking to?” She came back. She said, “You will have to talk to the manager about that.” I said, “But it’s the manager and employees (They) doing it! She said, “You have to talk to the manager sir.”
So that was the end of that. Almost.
Another Suicide Letter
I had written suicide letters during the long process at The Horror Hotel. The gaslighting and all the lies and psychological torture seemed to be too much to handle. Suicide seemed like the best solution. But I would either chicken out, or, have a great idea! The following is an absolutely GREAT idea: (ruined by the members of “they,” who are called, “the police”)
They had been stomping and banging on my ceiling for too long. Too many hours. Too many days. Too many months.
I taped a big and sloppy sign on the door that read, “Police Only.” I also taped it in a way that would cause the least amount of damage and would be easy to remove.
As I started to watch my life start flashing right there, in front of my eyes, I had, a GREAT idea.
If the police would come, they could go to the door and find out if the noise was natural or not.
The Second Time I Called the Police
I went outside and put my eyes on the door where the harassers were banging their floor, which was also my ceiling, and called the police. I knew that if I kept my eyes on the door, and they left the room, I would see them. I had to turn my car around, so I asked a guy in his car if he would watch the door while I did it. I kept my eyes on the door as best I could while backing out and making a u-turn, and parked again. This time facing the building so I could easily see my door and the one above it.
I recognized later that the guy I asked to watch the door WAS A COP! He would’ve been no help. He would not have told me if the people left and that would cause the police to come, and find nobody there, and it would’ve made me look super-crazy for sure.
The police were there by the time I made the u-turn, only seconds after I called, but they went to the office. When they came out, they walked the balcony of the floor where my room and my sign were. As they passed the sign, I tried to get their attention by calling out, “It’s the room above that one.” But they came downstairs to me instead of going up one flight to knock on the door of the room in question.
Although there was a police car by the office, the two had come in a civilian vehicle, and I think the main one might have been in uniform, but the other was not.
They didn’t say a thing about the sign on my door. And no one else asked either. Ever! You’d think something classified under “What the hell is that for?,” would get more press, but no, they had no curiosity and they kept their traps shut about it. They must have talked about it in private. How could they not?
When the two men, I understood were the local police, got to me in the parking lot, one of them asked me about myself. As I started to explain, he cut me off with, “I don’t care. Why don’t you just leave?” I started to explain THAT, and he said, “Why don’t you just leave?” I didn’t get to say my piece, and it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, except they would know more about me. I guess they all figured they knew everything they needed or had to know. That’s where the word, “ignoramus” is applied. I have been surrounded by them for almost seven years now.
I said, “If you knock on the door, you will find that the residents are employees of the hotel.” He said, “We cannot do that.” Something about the law.
Major Gaslight Alert
The cop told me, “You can tell nobody is in that room because there is no light from under the door.” Well Mr. Policeman sir, you cannot see light from under ANY of the doors!
So I said, “Well, is it against the law for me to sit in my car until they leave so that I can identify them?” He said that it would be okay. He wished he didn’t.
So I got back into my car, and waited. I started to write about the experience while I was sitting there. That raw data is hereLINK.
This part is crazy. Eventually a man came out to smoke (smoking is against the rules unless you are 100 feet away from the building). He stood on the third floor right in front of the door.
I recognized him. More about that person here- Another Celebrity. He became Policeman1. Because of things I had been noticing, I pegged him as the guy in the room next to me who watched TV at an impossible volume. And was obviously a friend or relative of Manager1-T. I also think that an extremely over-the-top rude housekeeper might have been her sister. Their faces looked similar.
Policeman1 went back inside. A little while later a woman came out. She was fitted nicely inside of a parka. She was disguising herself with clothes and stance. It was, Housekeeper1-M.
Now that I knew who it was, there was nothing I could do. The police made themselves obvious in the two encounters above- they knew exactly what was going on. And they protected everyone except me. Not only would they not help me, they knew that one of their partners was in that room banging on the floor with the housekeeper.
