“Last time, I blogged about this was about a month back, and since then, more events have happened”.
About 2 weeks ago, Jeremy and I were wondering what happened to a couple more of our “grandkitties”. Our babies never really leave our 2 acre property, and for them not to be laying out on our deck is odd. We hadn’t seen them in a few days, and my husband and I were bothered by this. Now let me explain our property. We own 2 1/2 acres. Next to our home and in between our other neighbor Bob’s home, the City Of Hesperia, put in a ditch that’s deep and quite long. Reason being, we flood really bad here, so the water runs down into this ditch, that is connected to an aluminum tunnel near the back. It was a Saturday morning, (2 weeks ago), and Jeremy and I said
Ok, we gotta walk the ditch and see if the cats were dead in there, or maybe just hanging out in the tunnel”. Off we went. The couple that lives behind us, are sweet people, they own 2 horses. Their names are Sheryl and Jim. As Jeremy and I were walking, Sheryl comes out, and sees me holding my cat Daisy. (shes quite spoiled and wanted me to carry her on our walk). Sheryl comes to the back gate and says “Awww, is that my precious?” I said, “No, this is Daisy”. Sheryl explained that her cat was missing since the night before and hadn’t come home, and she thought that Daisy was her cat and we were bringing it back. My husband explained to her, that we hadn’t seen her kitty, and we were walking this ditch to find ours.
Sheryl drops the bomb. She asked us what we knew about the neighbors next to us. Jeremy and I told her exactly who they are, who they belong to, and what they’ve done to our animals. She asked if we could spare a minute, because she wanted us to know something. Now mind you, Jeremy and I have been in our home since 2010, and Sheryl and her husband moved in 2 years ago, and these assholes next door to us have been here for almost 3 years now. Sheryl proceeds to tell us, that one night, her and Jim were sitting out by their pool around 9pm , having some wine and relaxing. She said that the neighbor kids (Santeria Kids), came up to her horse corral and had a bottle of “Fluid” as she called it. The kids asked if they could pet her horse. She thought it was odd due to the time of the night this was. (As I said in my blogs, they ONLY come out at night) She asked the kids why were they out so late. Mind you, Sheryl and Jim live behind us, which means these little shits had to jump their back fence and cross a vacant lot directly behind us to get to her backyard. Back to the story…when Sheryl asked the question, the kids replied “That their Daddy told them it was okay for them to go see her horse”. So Sheryl was like Alright, you can pet it, but then you need to go back home. The boy (one who said to my son that his daddy killed Sawyer because he wanted to see blood), kept trying to open the horses mouth holding this bottle of fluid. Sheryl said NO, the horse will bite and I think you need to go home. Kids left, but ran in circles in the vacant lot for what Sheryl said was about a 1/2 hour. Her and Jim thought it was really bizarre.
Next Morning, they wake up, and find their horse slaughtered, with it being almost decapitated. They called their Vet asap, vet did blood samples and said the horse had been poisoned. Hmmm…..and the night before the kid had fluid and wanted to open the horse’s mouth?! Sheryl was sick. We stood there in utter shock. Then we explained everything of what they’ve done to our animals. Sheryl had a total shit fit, and said NO AS A NEIGHBORHOOD THIS HAS TO END NOW! We told her the police don’t do anything, we had to spend $250 on a survellience camera system around our house, because these jerks like to enter our property when we are gone, and start slaughtering for sacrifice. To make a long story short, Sheryl and I called INS. (Immigration). Now theyre slaughtering horses!!!!!!! We also went to the people on the other side of my neighbors (their names are Natalie and Robert), we told them what we know, and they also said that at night, those kids were out at their fence wanting their cats. Next day, Natalie’s cats are gone.
A few minutes later, Jeremy was dispatched out for an Oklahoma Run. He works for FedEx. He came home, packed real fast and left. So I went back over to Sheryl’s to let her know I would be on the lookout for her cat, because her cat comes in our yard and plays with mine. Its actually really cute. Sheryl and I take a walk towards Santeria backyard. Now lets back track, I had a cat named Lucy. Sweetest little thing you could ever imagine. Such a good girl, so loving and loved being cuddled. She always laid on the front porch or on the deck in the back. Lucy went “missing” 3 months ago, and we were crushed.
Sheryl and I were right at their back fence, and I looked down and said OMG LUCY! I knew it was her by the color of her fur. She was laying in their backyard, cut in half, with just her back end and one leg. I started crying, and Sheryl ran to her house and got a bag, so I
…Could bring my Sweet Lucy home. I buried her in our own pet cemetery, which I call the Garden of Angels. I balled the entire time. How could these sick son of a bitches do this to innocent animals, and now Sheryl’s horse, AND Natalie’s cats. Like I’ve said, animal control knows these people by name, but yet fines them, and that’s it! Police don’t do shit either. So basically, we all have to have cameras up around our homes, and live in fear of our animals being killed for their DISGUSTING INHUMANE RELIGIOUS PRACTICES!
Now, to the most recent. Jeremy was away on another run to Oklahoma, this was the following Saturday after I found my Lucy girl. I was outside in the backyard, enjoying the sun, with our son LOL! Anyways, George (the father next door), is in a cloak.. YES I SAID CLOAK! All black, with a hood and the collar reminded me of a vampire. He was standing there watching me and making this growling demonic sound. I grabbed Zachary and we hauled ass in the house. I panicked! I waited a few hours to go back out. Its not real fun, when you’re a home owner, and cant even be in your own back f****** yard, because these bastards next door are SICK! So I go back out a few hours like I said…..this time, George, Ava (Mom) and the kids were all dressed in cloaks, lined against their garage that faces the south side of my house, and all growling. I feel like I could vomit right now, even re thinking this. I started screaming, “God is my Savior and he will BANISH ALL EVIL THAT COMES TOWARDS THIS HOUSE”. They RAN………..
Then right after that, I was outside in the back, playing with the kitties I have left. ( I cant remember if I blogged about this incident or not, everything has been a whirlwind for me since my show aired, my apologies). George left that morning, and hadn’t returned. This day was Thursday, around 5pm. Mind you, THEY NEVER COME OUT UNTIL ITS EVENING, and the MOM AND KIDS ARE NEVER EVER OUT (unless its dark). I was sitting outside, and just had a video chat with my niece Camryn. Dammit, back track, we laid red brick powder and salt around our land. Ok anyways, sorry for the back tracks…. Ok, whew….here we go. So I had finished my chat with my niece, and all of a sudden, the kids, all dressed up in suits, have sold black bibles up in the air, being in their left hands, and sticks in the right, yelling “DONT LOOK OVER THERE, WE WILL DIE, HURRY GET IN THE TRUCK”. I sat there and was like HA HA HA THATS RIGHT YOU SANTERIA PIECES OF SHIT! Here comes the mom Ava, in this really freaky costume thing, with a red bible and a stick, and shes hauling ass to her car. Now remember, this woman NEVER LEAVES or have I ever seen her go to church on a Thursday, or anyday for that matter. Odd, don’t ya think? And George…..still…..was no where to be found. I stayed up late that night, and literally was like a hunter. In my forest of trees, on watch. Ava and the kids didn’t return home till close to 1am. Hmm, don’t know many churches that have services that long. Freaky…….
Until I blog again, this saga continues…….
Thanks for reading, and sorry for any foul language and pictures…..