I've been thinking, where I live there are at least three families
with children under the legal age of consent. All three of these
families are next door to a paedophile. I've informed the police about
this sex offender several times, yet still they allow him to live in an
area with children. Why is this allowed? Why are paedophiles allowed to
live outside of secure units? Shouldn't they be locked away where they
can't do any harm.
These are the ordeals I've had to
endure over the last decade, I don't see how they're 'harmless' as the
police have said. I've not even had anything that bad, I know of people
who have been raped by paedophiles, they've had their lives destroyed by
them, now wouldn't it be better to banish them somewhere they can't
hurt other people? Or better yet, give them to firing squads.
When
I was a small child, probably around eight or nine, he used to always
call me over to the fence, he'd make comments about how I was "growing
nicely" and "developing as a woman" I thought it was weird at the time,
but none of us knew he was a paedophile. He used to give me sweets, and
things as well, which I accepted, but now I regret it. It wasn't until I
was about eleven that he started gardening for my family. He would come
into the garden when nobody was home, cut the grass and things like
that, but then he was starting bonfires where he was burning tyres and
roofing felt. This continued for a couple of years, and he then started
playing with my brother, which I found strange.
We've never been
able to get anything out of George about what the two of them got up to.
That makes me wonder. Whenever we ask him what they used to do he goes
all quiet and looks at his feet. That's not like George.
When
I was thirteen he got a gun from somewhere, he used to walk around the
garden when I was home alone with it. The other thing he'd do was knock
on my window with it, if I didn't open the curtains he'd yell things
like "I know you're in there, open the curtains or I'll start firing"
I'm scared of guns. I have been for years, I don't really know why. He
expected me to keep the curtains open all day, but I don't really like
people watching me, I know at one point he used to stand in one of his
upstairs rooms and take photographs of me or watch me through
binoculars. It was at this point I decided I wanted black out curtains,
but at this point my dad got cancer, and this pervert went away for a
while.
Until one day, my dad needed driving 40km for a
consultation, I was home alone, the door bell rang. I was in my pyjamas
and didn't really want to answer it, but I did anyway. It was the
paedophile, he wanted to come in and talk. I didn't know what to do so I
let him in. I must have been fourteen, and he wanted me to sit on his
lap, which was beyond scary. I refused, he said that I was a "naughty
girl who needed a spanking" thank fuck my parents got home at that
moment. It makes my skin crawl thinking what could have happened.
There
were other times when George and I had a paddling pool in the garden, I
was wearing a bikini and George was in swim trunks, and he was watching
us, taking photos. It was scary so we went inside.
Eventually
when I was fifteen my dad died, he stopped hanging around not long
after the funeral, he used to talk to us, say hello and things, and
sometimes he'd light a bonfire in our garden. Then one day when I was
sixteen, the idiot I live near who insists on hitting his kids out in
his garden until they scream and cry was pissing me off. I put my music
on to drown it out, I could still hear it, I turned my music up, I
couldn't hear anything other than Black Sabbath. I sat back, ate my
sushi, and relaxed when suddenly, BOOM.
He hit one of
my windows shut, then he hit another one shut, then he went to the last
one and started shouting and screaming at me. I panicked, I dropped my
sushi, which had a massive knife with it, I stood up, and I yelled
something back. He reacted by tearing down my bedroom curtain, he then
climbed in and started hitting my things and attempting to hit me with
this wood plank he had. The worst thing is he was wearing gloves and
didn't leave any prints, and because there were no witnesses the police
wouldn't do anything about it. I was left traumatised for weeks and had
to sleep in the living room until I got something done about my curtain.
I was horrified when the police released him on bail and wouldn't let
me press charges. It was at this point I started hoarding knives in my
room.
I moved into a youth hostel after that, I
couldn't stay here, but then I was so ill I had to come
back, I was helping my mum burn some garden waste when I noticed
someone watching us, he had his hands up to his face and there was a
flash of light. He was photographing me in my garden again. I went in,
we left the fire unattended to burn itself out. He also photographed me
in the garden during the day when I was assembling a hutch. I phoned the
police both times, they went and spoke to him, but it hasn't stopped. I
now avoid going into the garden when he can see me.
There's
been some strange things going on since March, he's been tapping on my
window and waking me up, the way he used to, which I went to the police
over, they wouldn't do anything though. This pushed me into sleeping
with a loaded crossbow. I hate sleeping with a loaded crossbow, it's too
easy to accidentally kill a member of my family, but the police leave
me with no choice.
Recently I came back from a holiday.
I'd been traveling since 11am and it was now midnight, my first
thought was to go to bed, I was exhausted. I put on my pyjamas, turned
off my light and then I froze. Someone was shining a light into my
bedroom window. I made my way over to my wardrobe where I'd locked my
crossbow, cocked it, grabbed a bolt, loaded it and took the safety off.
As I approached the window the light turned and then went out, I flicked
the safety back on, and ran through to the back room of the house,
which has a big glass door. I couldn't see who it was, but it's obvious
to me, I can't think of anyone else around here who'd want to watch me
get changed. I called the non-emergency number for the police thinking
I'd be asked to see an officer in a few days and make a statement, to my
surprise they sent out a squad car and did a sweep of my garden. They
didn't find anyone; but by this point it was 1am and all his house
lights were on. It's not that hard to link the two up.
There
has since been once more incidence of tapping on my window, but nothing
major, I'm just waiting for him to try attacking me again, manslaughter
isn't a very harsh sentence in this country.
