Baseball bats for peeping toms


My name is Mary Arnakaq and I live on Apex Road at house 2213-C.

I have had several experiences now with what I think are peeping toms.

Last night I found a painter’s ladder and a milk crate outside my bedroom window. A couple of weeks ago it was a wooden chair, and before that it was a sealift crate.

The reason I’m writing this letter is because I’m trying to do my own investigation and I would like anybody who might have seen somebody carrying such items late at night to contact me.

I have called the cops each time and they don’t seem to know what to do. For example, they threw the wooden chair by the garbage box when I asked them what they were going to do with it, and last night they asked me if I wanted to keep the ladder!

Sure. I’ll have it conveniently handy for them to use again. They ended up taking it with them.

This morning I followed the footprints to try and trace them back to where they came from. I didn’t go far because there were already fresh footprints. If the cops had traced them back that night, they probably would have had better luck than me, but they looked like they didn’t want to be out in the cold late at night and they looked bothered by being called so late at night for something as little as the call that I made. So much for their protection!

For the peeping tom: I’m going to be waiting inside my bedroom window with a baseball bat or even an ax or hammer and smash it through the window into your face. I have a dog now and I’m going to train him to attack intruders.

I’m mad as hell.

Mary Arnakaq

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