I pray this is the END...

   

     After repeatedly approaching my parents eight times, begging and texting for someone to investigate the situation in apartment #2, and almost losing hope in the local law enforcement's ability to resolve the issue, I finally mustered the courage to bring my journal and a USB flash drive. These contained all my suspicions, along with my theories on how they could be targeting me. I knew I wasn't the appropriate authority to conduct an investigation, but since these incidents occurred every night while my entire family was asleep, I had effectively become the de facto landlord. Despite attempting to evict the occupants of apartment #2 a staggering 10-17 times and even resorting to yelling at the top of my lungs, I was on the verge of giving up. Several things didn't add up. For instance, Judy only called me once throughout the entire year, and it was solely to ask for directions to St. Vincent's to visit David Shawn Jones. I provided her with directions without any issues. However, when I sent a group text to Judy, David, and LaTisha, I only received a response from David, who wanted his chair back from my apartment. Furthermore, he called me three times in a row. I placed his chair outside, and he met me at the back, quickly retracting his previous text statement. He attempted to convince me that he was my friend, but I interrupted him, explaining that I was going through something and would reach out if I needed his assistance.

Not long after that, I did ask him for help. I requested that he accompany me to investigate the common crawl space area, but he immediately denied ever being there, even though I hadn't accused him. He then mentioned that he would rather return to watching his football game, making it clear that he wouldn't be of any assistance, effectively offering zero help.
Towards the end, when I was moving out, he tried the same excuse at McB's, but I remembered and called him out on it. 

     During this entire period, I only had them blocked for a mere two months initially. The reason behind this was their constant inclination to shift blame onto others. Let me recount how it all began: one night, in a fit of frustration, I slammed my freezer door. The following day, I approached Judy in person to inquire if she had heard the noise. To my surprise, she claimed she hadn't. Perplexed, I intended to apologize, but since she denied hearing anything, I simply responded with an "okay." Subsequently, I decided to temporarily change my WiFi's name to "Iknowwhatgaslightingisandyoushouldtoo." The purpose behind this alteration was to encourage them to educate themselves on the concept by searching it on Google, not to initiate a mission to actually gaslight me. If I hadn't learned about this behavior years ago, during a time when I was battling suicidal thoughts and spent seven days at Saint Mary's, being taught about it by interns, perhaps this dispute would have never occurred. However, I cannot alter the past, nor can I change the fact that I acquired knowledge about this behavior. What I can assert with certainty is that I reported the issue, contacted the police, and informed all relevant agencies. I never invaded anyone's privacy.
In my opinion, the tenants in apartment #2 resorted to every illegal means imaginable to drive me to the brink of insanity. They were well aware that they could repeatedly get away with it due to my mounting frustration and lack of familial support. This could potentially be attributed to various factors, one of which is their connection to a family member employed at AT&T. It is plausible that this individual provided them with tips, cloned my phone, or even facilitated call forwarding. However, one thing is certain: they couldn't have tormented me for 180 days without assistance from others.
The conclusion to this ordeal will only arrive once a thorough investigation has been conducted and justice is no longer obstructed from me...