No Locks Strong Enough - May 25, 2025
Date: May 25, 2025
Location: Springfield, IL – Memorial Day Weekend
Tonight proved again that nothing I do can guarantee safety in a world rigged against me.
It started last night. I came home, finished mailing off the final packages—my painting, the Date Night envelope materials, everything. I used my keys to get into the house, lock up, and secure everything. Nothing was out of the ordinary… until this morning.
My keys were gone. Disappeared. I searched every possible place. This house is nearly packed for relocation—there aren’t many hiding spots left. But they were gone.
I knew what that meant. I knew what was coming.
With no other choice, I relied on my backup car key and extra house keys—ones I’d secured after multiple open houses left my property compromised. (Keys handed out like candy. Alysan Orum from The Real Estate Group has a lot to answer for.)
To add a new layer of protection, I went to Lowe’s and bought a heavy-duty cable lock to secure the steering wheel and gear shift of my car—a Green Kia I never wanted but was manipulated into buying. My brother-in-law Mike Stockdale, who has a long history of criminal proximity, once warned me it was easy to break into a Kia like mine. He knew too much. Just like Big Ray’s Oil Change, where the technician showed me there was an unauthorized secondary user account on my car’s system. One I didn’t create. One I can’t remove.
Today, I was being careful. I created a brand-new lock combination, known only to me. Installed it around 3 p.m., just before taking my son Henry bowling at AMF.
When we came back around 7:30 p.m., the lock was open. No damage. No forced entry. Just… undone.
Someone used the correct combination. A code no one else should’ve known.
Henry saw it (but not see the combo code). He locked the car with me, and he was the one sitting in the driver’s seat when we returned. He’ll testify. He knows what happened.
And yet again, I feel violated, hunted, watched.
Just like when they stole my house keys. Just like when David Leach and the Chatham Police Department (11 complaints filed) call Mobile Crisis on me to deflect the truth and manufacture “mental health” stories.
Just like the way my ex-husband Charles, his allies in car dealerships, state data systems, and local law enforcement work together to make me look unstable while stealing everything from me.
Just like the spiders they planted in my car. Just like the break-in at the hotel during the AA meeting. Just like the surveillance-car that pulled into my neighbor’s driveway and reversed slowly to show me the plate: “DoubleDwn.” Like a warning. A taunt. I recorded it. The video is attached [plates are hard to see but could easily be matched to the vehicle make/model or with software to help enhance the pixels].
And the real kicker? All of this happened while I was doing nothing. Boycotting their movie. Refusing to play my “part.” I didn’t want to be in it to begin with. I stopped building profiles. I stopped writing. It was making me sick. Spiritually, physically, emotionally. Too many memories. Too many betrayals. Too much abandonment from those who were supposed to protect me.
They stole my keys to set up this drama, force me to spend time, energy, and emotion just to exist. Just to go to the store. Just to feel like I’m not being hunted in broad daylight.
But I won’t stay silent.
This is going on the record—because this is proof.
