Torture And The Weapon 32

We still had plans to move in the spring. So renevations were getting completed. At one point in time it was like i was not allowed near any windows in my house. If i got near a window. I would get punished for it. Or if i ran power tools like in the lower section of my house. The meth labbers could hear were i was in my home. And take over preferred positioning. Leaving someone else in an undesired spot. I am a believer that the labbers were stalking and watching in my house as usual. Someone didnt want me near the windows or to be seen. This might make it harder to get closer to the meth lab. Especially if i was in sight. And a lab stalker was outside. Someone wouldnt be able to get close enough to the lab. Because of the stalkers position.Now the weapon that was being used on me had multiple settings or attacks. It could what felt like a burn. As well a prick like getting a shot. Scattered pricks,and as well a pain that could go straight to the bone. Like it never even touched the skin. Kind of metalic feeling. Almost cold. As well this weapon when used on your head would more like pass the skin and almost feel like its grabbing your brain. You could like feel it move acrossed or roll feeling through your head. As whoever was administering it would aim and move the weapon.The weapon can also feel like fleas crawling on your body. But the end result was like someone used sandpaper on your skin. The pricks i was getting actually got much worse after my discovery of the satellite connected to my phone. The transparent beating was no longer a secret. Before i even used the BTS tracker app. Everynight id go to bed. And it seems nice to go to bed right? All tired. Not for me i did not. Everynight behind my headboard. As i lay in bed next to my wife. I was being punished. By this weapon. There was no way to get away from it. You see when it turned dark. The meth labbers  was waiting for us to go to bed. And no sooner would our lights go out. The activity would start. Cars running. People arriving and what not. So you know that your being watched and almost like being put to bed. So it seemed like a race for positioning. A race to the trees behind my house. And who was going to get there first. Labbers or you know who. My property provides one of the only acess points to even get near this meth lab. So go figure.