Part 2: iLL at the Inn
I mean, I honestly and sincerely THOUGHT I’d seen “the worst of her” when I lived as a shut-in upstairs (due to my inability to navigate the stairs) and that with me personally handling the filth with a professional cleaning & the bed bug issues FOR HER (at my expense) - that I could somehow <contain> the disordered elements of her persona. PRO-TIP: Never THINK that you can control or otherwise placate these jezebels with a murderous spirit. Because you cannot. (And to be clear, men can and are also Jezebels with a murderous spirit so this isn’t misogyny on parade - it’s fully mental illness. And another person has no ability to attenuate or deescalate another person’s mental illness and how it might violently manifest.) So don’t do what I did and, with grave trepidation, give these monstrous predators another chance to wreck your life. Run from them - do not reassure them & resign yourself to their toxic & daily dysfunction. Run and never look back.
They cannot be managed; they are too disordered and have no interest in changing. That leaves you only one option when you encounter them: have nothing whatsoever to do with them.
But due to no available affordable housing stock in IL, I returned to her janky flophouse against my better judgement and with every alarm going off in me that she could not be trusted - for mundane & little things nor for the big things that truly mattered. And she had already demonstrated that if a problem arose, she just crumples into the fetal position declaring a fake heart attack - until another adult does her job FOR HER.
How ridiculously atrocious. But there we were. For worse and even far more worse to come…🤷♀️
And because she always refused me the opportunity to view the downstairs room when I lived upstairs citing her unwillingness to disturb that tenant (sending me pictures of the room instead), I did not realize that when I returned to Peninah’s in April 2022, I literally moved in to the back half of her personal quarters at the boarding house - with only antique French glass doors separating us - hidden behind an oversized antique chifferob - another one of her sick secrets I would not realize for 2 months into my second tenancy with her. Obviously, had I been informed of this from the outset - I never would have rented the space.
But that’s the secret to Peninah’s business success: informed consent to what you are truly signing on for - with full transparency from her - is the exact opposite of what she offers to her tenants. Hidden lies, sick secrets, gaslighting, false narratives & playing the “constantly having a heart attack when held to account on any of her bad acts” is what you ACTUALLY get with Peninah. She is a master fire starter (drama queen) everywhere she walks but then sobs for the cameras about how she is the burn victim. And <those people> are just always problem people.
And let’s be serious, after discovering her pit was nothing more than a bed bug plagued filthy flophouse where she gossiped 24/7 about her tenants with her gossip-girl fake maid of the place - why would anyone go back for more?
But I did - because no housing in IL literally means no available housing. The average rent is $1100/mth in Downstate IL for a 1 bedroom so with the Fair Housing computation of 3x rent to even be considered- the pittance I do make on various part-time legal projects ensures I will never qualify for housing again in IL. And with rents increasing by 300% and wages plummeting, Im in the growing majority of Americans who simply can no longer afford housing. And the wait list for HUD/Section8/Handicapped/Affordable Housing is 10 years long in IL. Im slowly dying in that wait as I type. So things are bleak and getting bleaker by the year…
But the short end of the Peninah Chapter is: living in such close proximity to her, I discovered she’s a scofflaw criminal too - just in a different way than Delilah was. Peninah is rich beyond imagination- and as you likely guessed, I discovered she was stealing ALL OF THE FOOD from “The Blessing Table for Tenants” for herself which she stored in her underground doomsday prepper bunker of food, guns & ammunition and other items. After she realized I knew what she had done, she literally built a fence within a fence, with a roof to the fence structure so that no one could find or SEE her private hoarder bunker. I also discovered building plans that demonstrated just how much she has SEISMICALLY REINFORCED that historical building in Central IL.
So, she wasn’t a real Christian at all. Because not only does she not have faith in the Lord to provide for her for everything she needs - as He has always done for His People in the past during famines & exiles etc; but she was preparing to AGGRESSIVELY DEFEND HER HOARD and not share any of it with others. Selfish and preparing to be violent to maintain her selfishness: what a great FAKE Christian 🙄
So yeah, Peninah is, among other things, a full-tilt doomsday prepper paranoid hoarder with the “I got mine & I will shoot to kill if you come near it” mentality. She also is another dangerous Jezebel with a murderous spirit - only a covert one- who insists they are a saint constantly sacrificing & martyring themselves in service to others.
But in reality - Peninah only helps Peninah.
And as it happened, self-described "Saint Peninah" began demanding rent that I did not legally owe her my first day back into my second tenancy with her. I was prepared to pay her for May 2022, obviously since, I moved back - yet she was demanding payment for March and April 2023 when I could not live there because of it being uninhabitable AND riddled with bed bugs - and I’m sorry lady but for those months I was being drained financially due to being displaced from her boarding house into the local hotel - and those costs were shockingly expensive. I had already paid her for February 2022 when I had to flee mid-month and then in March, with the bed bug issue resolved, she rented out my old UPSTAIRS room to a new tenant AND extended the tenant in my new DOWNSTAIRS room another month - rendering me HOMELESS because she is a terrible businesswoman with almost no sense of how to run a proper business.
And with a new tenant in my old room and a present tenant who extended his tenancy another month and paid her for my new room in April 2022, Peninah was not actually “out” any rent monies. Yet here she was - determined to get MORE THAN she was entitled to - and she was going to extract those excess funds - from ME.
AND: the downstairs tenant offered to pay her DOUBLE for April 2022 since he extended after giving Notice of Intent to Vacate and Peninah DECLINED telling him that was not necessary. But NOW, here she was demanding I pay for March and April for the rent I did not owe her for months when I could not and did not actually live there…
What a nightmare.
She could NOT be serious.
But petty Peninah was absolutely serious. She was intent on silently and COVERTLY making me pay for her bed bug problem because I was the one who called it out to her. I now realized, one way or the other, I would continue to pay for that because, in her mind, it was a debt that simply could not be repaid by me - and a debt that was not mine in the first instance. And in MY mind, she owed me the $500 for my professional cleaning guy for having such a hovel of a boarding home AND all the money for the hotels which totaled in the thousands of dollars.
Peninah did not care what MY costs were - she refused to even CONSIDER all of my damages. She wanted unlawful extra rent money from me, money she was not lawfully entitled to charge, and she was demanding it and saying if I did not pay it then I could just leave that day and not return.
What a horrendous human being.
When people show you who they are: Believe them.
I am so tired of total greedy sociopaths threatening me and having total control over my access to safe housing because the State of Illinois is in full failure mode amidst its unacknowledged, catastrophic housing crisis.
She was not LEGALLY allowed to do what she was doing. Yet needing the space in which to live - that particular time did NOT seem like the time to start swinging my legal knowledge, particularly my tenant law knowledge, at Peninah’s petty & greedy money-grab.
And for the sake of prayed-for FUTURE domestic tranquility and peace and good accord, I told her I would pay it by the end of May, before June 2022 rent was due, somehow, some way.
That seemed to mostly mollify the money-grubber Peninah.
And thus and so, left with no real options, I contacted local churches and asked for rental assistance. When I told Peninah this was my plan, Peninah FORBADE me from telling anyone in the small town community who might help me at the churches about her bed bug problem; so, instead, I was forced to offer myself up as some kind of disabled deadbeat who simply couldn’t manage to adult, manage my own life and know how to pay my own bills. 😡
I mean, when your landlord FORBIDS the TRUE reason for why you need rental assistance from being spoken aloud - under threat of imminent homelessness - you are left with not much else. Maybe I could have thought up a better LIE than I did for the churches; but since I do NOT lie, I had no idea what to tell them INSTEAD of the truth - which they were entitled to hear, in my opinion.
To say that this whole specific injustice, Peninah shaking me down for money she was not entitled to under threat of homelessness AND forcing me to lie to the area CHURCHES about why the rent money was needed by me - this created GRAVE resentment and regret along with massive distrust in me towards Peninah. I had resolved to return there with a “begin anew” and “reset to the beginning” countenance towards Peninah, yet here were were, right at the outset, with Peninah being Peninah as per usual.
She literally robbed the local churches and she did so using me to do it - by ugly exploitation of my desperation for housing - all so that she might receive unlawful rental assistance for rent not even owed to her in the first instance. Robbing me is one thing; but robbing the churches? I do hope she realizes there is a very special place in hell for money-grubbers just like her.
But narcissists are ONLY about money - and how they can get you to give your money to them - by any means possible - legal or not.
All of which is to say - it gave me horrifying flashbacks & I was constantly retriggered by these mirrors back to my first day with Delilah when she spun around in her room of floor-to-ceiling mirrors declaring: “And this is where I gaze upon myself every day, sometimes for hours, at just how pretty I am…” 😵💫
When I asked to remove ALL but the smallest mirror from my room rental downstairs Peninah became visibly annoyed yet, of course, not bothering with an adult conversation or any type of mutual satisfaction resolution - she just obliged with hostile silence. I told her the mirrors bothered me and reminded me of Delilah’s house of mirrors and wall size selfies everywhere and that it was better for me, with my ongoing PTSD & panic attacks, if they just weren’t there. She quietly quipped to her live-in maintenance boyfriend, assuming my deafness would prevent me from hearing her as she carried the mirrors out my door: “Seems to me like anyone who refuses to look themselves in the mirror at every opportunity daily has more mentally wrong with them than JUST PTSD and is trying to avoid seeing how ugly she is.”
Oh. I see. The gloves are off when you think I can’t hear your muttered yet furious whispers, eh Peninah?
I told her: “I heard that, Peninah, and there is literally no reason to get ugly about my need for excessive mirrors to be removed so I might hang my own pictures of family & friends in their place. That’s all I asked of you in this…”
To which she launched a tirade of: “This USED TO BE MY ROOM before I portioned it off for my adult son to live here with me. I don’t care that mirrors trigger you into flashbacks of Delilah. This was MY ROOM and now you’ve directly offended ME with your comments that MY mirrors are excessive!”
Oh. I see.
Then she prattled on: “And if you could hear that so well you obviously fake being deaf as much as you fake being afraid. Someone allegedly so terrified of the world I would think would have better sense than to be so intentionally so hateful towards their landlady who has only moved mountains for you at every turn. No wonder people want you dead.” And with that, she stalked off.
Oh. I see…
Aye-yai-yai
Thereafter, in order to try and smooth things over, I wrote Peninah a note in a nice card wherein I told her that I never intended to offend her & I obviously would not have said anything about the mirrors had I known it would so profusely upset her. I taped it to her door to her office silently wondering to myself why I spend my days apologizing to other people for their own abhorrent behavior JUST TO KEEP A ROOF OVER MY HEAD and then just hoped it would mend fences - enough with her.
She never even acknowledged it.
She probably chucked it in MY FILE under “Crimes Against Peninah” because I know she sure kept a “mental grudge file” against every perceived & imagined slight by tenants against her there. She told me as much when I had lived upstairs - constantly prattling off instances of this tenant leaving a cabinet ajar or that tenant speaking too loudly & breaking her many rules - the most prominent one being “No Cell Phones In Common Areas” (like the kitchen where you might want to chat with a friend on the phone as you make dinner) as everyone was to be DEATHLY QUIET at all times when INSIDE the dwelling. And trust me, Peninah personally remembered each time anyone wasn’t.
Her “Rental Agreement” itself was unlawful because it contained 28 items tenants had to agree to do with NO RESPONSIBILITIES ON HER PART as the landlady but EVERYTHING the tenants must agree to in order to live there.
And that’s why she steadfastly refused to call it a LEASE AGREEMENT - because she didn’t want anyone believing they had Tenant Rights while living there. Well, guess what, Peninah? One main key component to the validity of any contract is that it be RECIPROCAL in nature - yet hers was just a CONTROL FREAK’S Dream List of one-way giving to her and how everyone was supposed to live around her - at all times. It was and is fully unenforceable under the law in IL. I never told her that because a) I’m certain she already knows that and b) you must understand that you simply cannot tell these Jezebels with a Murderous Spirit that they are wrong about anything ever - or they fly into their homicidal rage face and really - I’m just so tired of disordered people losing their minds over the most inane things.
Im just so, So, SO very tired 😪
But it is important to me that you, dear readers, understand the LARGER POINT I am making here: landlords in IL just get away with egregious stuff like this in Downstate IL ALL THE TIME because - who’s gonna stop them? The Fair Housing Agency is over A YEAR behind in processing Complaints and, like everywhere else, Housing Court is 100% stacked in favor of the white property owning landlords. Oh, and incidentally, this boarding room flophouse exists in ANOTHER all white, good ol boy fiefdom of a small town of about 3,000 people. These separate little fiefdoms like Rantoul and Fisher & Tolono (and name 50 more 🤷♀️) all want their craven public corruption to be run by themselves to PROSPER themselves - and certainly not trickle down mere tiny droplets from the larger Champaign County corrupt grift. Why cut the Corruption Profits Pie in 1000 pieces when you could incorporate a few square miles and declare it your own private fiefdom - where those in power decide who is telling the truth (long term landowners & real estate/business property taxpayers) vs who is lying (the transient renters who may only live there a school year) well in advance of ever even trying to understand the TRUTH of any particular incident. This sets the stage for so much egregious exploitation of the vulnerable in Downstate IL - I could literally write an entire book all about ONLY THAT TOPIC and how organized crime flourishes in these tiny corrupt fiefdoms of Downstate IL.
But I won’t.
Because my readers, I am told, get easily bored by the ILLEGALITY of everything that happened to me in Downstate IL during this ongoing pandemic and instead just seek to be entertained by the rolling nightmare it created in my life. Therefore, onward we go…
A few weeks into my 2nd tenancy with Peninah, I began to discover the extent of Peninah’s surveillance.
One night, while chatting with a friend on the phone, I mentioned my OCD germaphobia and how I had washed many of the dishes donated to me by local churches and left them to dry in the dish drain. But Peninah and her fake maid Haga had touched them all and moved them to a nearby dirty shelf. These dishes were literally in the dish drain less than 30 minutes when they decided to move them, without consulting me first. I was telling my friend how I would now have to rewash them all again because of my germaphobia and their *unknown status dirty hands*were not something I could deal with and I just wish people would ASK in communal housing before they touch other people’s stuff. We chatted about some other routine things, hung up, and I went to sleep.
Well first thing early the next morning, Peninah is “friendly morning text chatting with me” again - all about how she fully understands OCD & germaphobia and she once knew someone who had it and she had no idea I did but she will be so careful moving forward to be AWARE of this and tell everyone not to touch my stuff.”
Great…but I never told Peninah or anyone there I am diagnosed OCD germaphobia and how in the World did she know what I spoke to, in a private telephone call, with a friend the night before? She first claimed she “accidentally overheard me as she walked down the hallway the night before” and I called her bull on that. Then she went into a psycho spiral of how dare I think she isn’t the busiest businesswoman in all of Champaign County with far too much to do than eavesdrop on her tenants’ conversations….”
Blah blah blah…SHE IS THE VICTIM and how dare I call out her actually ILLEGAL UNDER IL EAVESDROPPING LAWS behavior! Blah blah blah - after EVERYTHING she did for me - how dare I accuse her of what she definitely did do.
Whatever - Jezebel with a Murderous Spirit. You’re all the same with the same stupid excuses turned into accusations every time.
BUT…
I absolutely needed to discern HOW she was eavesdropping on me. I called a friend in GA who is a bit of an expert and he said it was likely via the TV she provided on her wifi as Samsung TVs were known to be the worst (or best - depending on your perspective) at both watching and listening to people in the room. Google it. You’ll see it’s all so horrifyingly true.
I was aghast.
And terrified that she was literally observing us IN OUR PRIVATE BEDROOMS via the smart TVs she provided on her wifi.
How loathsome and appalling. Truly.
So, I told Peninah that the TV made a weird buzz that my deafness was perhaps erroneously hearing but either way - the TV had to be removed because the buzzing was bothering me. She did so wordlessly - again with her maintenance man boyfriend always as HER SILENT WITNESS in tow.
I thought I had removed the source of the problem only to have her repeat something I had said on another conversation 4 days later. Only this time it was a story I told about my Dad during The Great Depression and how, when they had nothing to eat, they ate “fat sandwiches” - essentially the fat cooked off meat, congealed in the pan and saved in mason jars for “desperate days with no food.” I literally walked into the main foyer (obviously unexpected) and she was midway through telling that exact story - as if it was her Mom’s Great Depression story - word for word as I had shared it with a friend in another phone conversation. She stopped mid-sentence when she realized I was the one who just walked through the front door and into her hijacking my Dad’s Depression Era story as hers.
Our eyes locked. And I just stared at her. Daring her to continue on with her verbal plagiarism…
Dead stare. Until she unwillingly walked the woman to whom she was talking OUTSIDE and away from me.
Oh. My. God. How was she still listening to me? And likely watching still, too!? How?
I was 127 levels of creeped out by this. I wanted to SCREAM in horror - but remember - no noise - EVER is allowed in Peninah’s House of Horrors!
I became immediately alarmed that this disordered woman might be reading all of my emails, texts AND MY MANUSCRIPT FOR THIS MEMOIR via her wifi and my computer. So I instantly stopped using her wifi and got a VPN. She had previously bragged to me when I lived upstairs that she could see on the wifi every channel & show all the tenants watched and how gross it was that some of the guys watched porn. Admittedly, I was not as initially concerned by this confession when she made it to me because I literally watch NO TV except for maybe a handful of Law & Order reruns less than 5x monthly so I dismissed it back then as UNIMPORTANT.
But now - remembering her admission, I wondered just how much she could and HAD ALREADY monitored ON MY DEVICES with her wifi. The short answer from a local tech guy: EVERYTHING if a total computer geek had set up her computer system.
And one had. He was another “half rent” tenant there who worked her entire surveillance cameras, computers & wifi system. His name was Adam. And he never left his room except to smoke the occasional cigarette on the patio. He was another shut-in and you literally never saw the guy. So it’s not like I could hope to bump into him at Aldi and ask him about the extent of her ILLEGAL SURVEILLANCE so I hatched a new plan. I waited until Peninah left to run an errand and I went upstairs and knocked on his door.
No answer.
But I knew he was in there. So I tried “The Sheldon Knock” from The Big Bang Theory (tv show) and be opened the door straightaway. And as his frail, 90 lb and 5 foot frame took up only half of the doorway, I looked beyond him and saw literally a modern day version of Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window on a long table in his room. 6 large monitors were displaying every tenant room and the 2 bathrooms - I could literally see Judas SHOWERING in one of the squares on 1 of the monitors. (Oh. My. God! Nooooooooooo!)
But I played it cool and asked him if he wanted to go out for dinner that night - my treat. He seemed suddenly nervous & giddy bouncing between “You aren’t supposed to see that - what’s on those screens, no one is ever supposed to see that here” but also “you want to take me out? But why would a pretty girl like you want to take me to dinner? You’re hair is so long & pretty & your green eyes are like the emeralds shining in OH BUT NO YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT ALL THAT…as he vacillated between knowing he KNEW he had to protect Peninah (and his housing) and wanting to talk to me…he seemed much like a savant and a small child who happened to possess wicked computer skills.
I said “Oh Adam, I don’t care about any of that. I’m just wondering how far the cameras see OUTSIDE cuz my car was hit while I was parked in the shade next door so I wondered if the exterior cameras would have caught that?” He beamed: “Oh Peninah had me set it up so we can see down the Main Street here 3 miles in each direction so I’m sure we caught it…”
Now Peninah initially boasted to me about her next level surveillance “surrounding the entire property and then some - security system” of the exterior - which initially reassured me I would be safe there. And I could clearly see the FAR TOO MANY CAMERAS at different points throughout the interior of the building in the hallways and kitchen etc. But then I realized, standing there with Adam, she had them also installed in places that are illegal to do so: the tenants’ private rented rooms as well as the 2 bathrooms in the building.”
And worse still - most were Blink cameras so she had AUDIO on her surveillance cameras too. THAT is how she could listen to every single conversation- and then have the nerve to comment on it later. 😠
I told Adam he had been SO HELPFUL TO ME and I would ask Peninah for the footage with my car getting bumped and we made plans to go to dinner a week later on Saturday as he said he wanted time to find something nice to wear. Sweet and helpful. I was a big fan of Adam in that moment even if he was helping Peninah commit major felonies for a personal rent discount. I then asked him one final question:
“Hey Adam, if anything major ever happens here like, say a big fight in the foyer that spilled over from the adjacent pub, would the police know to come right away?
“Oh no!” he beamed “Peninah had me set it up so if police are ever seen trying to access the property at the main gate - all footage automatically erases and I’m supposed to cut the feed to all of these monitors.”
Of course you are (I thought to myself) as I began to grow fully furious with Peninah. So even if I called the police right now on her - she had trained Adam to a) never open his door b) destroy evidence of her eavesdropping & stalking her own tenants and c) no doubt hide the monitors before the cops got to his room.
I thanked him and ran outside. I got into my car and just drove screaming into the void: Peninah had listened to every phone call, every medical Zoom, every legal phone call with my work, she watched me shower & undress and she watched the guy tenants watching porn - so you KNOW what she was likely watching there.
I felt raped. I felt violated. I felt terrified that this disordered woman has her own real life version of Rear Window going on for her own amusement in this Flophouse of Horrors she runs.
And I felt betrayed.
I am so tired of bad people telling me they are faithful Christians when they are actually an antichrist in disguise - so much so that someone CLAIMING they are a Christian is now an immediate Red Flag 🚩 to me to watch them very closely….
Oh my God Noooooooooooo. This cannot be happening…..I screamed until I was hoarse. Then I went back into my room and looked for the camera. I googled how to find them and, after 2 hours, found it mounted in the ceiling fan. I took it down, crushed it under my boot outside- but kept it in a ziploc bag in my car - which I still have today.
You will spy on me NO MORE, Peninah.
And just to be sure I bought a mini-Blink camera and installed it in MY room - so I would know if she came in my room to try and add more cameras while I was away from the property AND I would know, just generally, if she entered my space ever again - without advance notice - because that, too, is an illegal act against a tenant. I then had a TwitterFam friend donate towards a professional sweep of my room to check for more or additional cameras or audio recordings.
There were none.
And Peninah knew that I now knew. And she was livid furious. And I did not care. I would not allow this evildoer to prevail over me & continue to invade my right to privacy and quiet enjoyment without acrimony & threats from her.
I then tested the bathroom I used for the presence of camera &/or audio. I knew there was one in there because I saw it on Adam’a monitors. So I went into the bathroom and left a tiny bit of clean tissue on the floor near, but not in the trash can, and I said softly (so anyone outside the door couldn’t hear but any audio device WOULD HEAR) I said: “Hey Haga, you’re the maid - time to earn your keep and half-rent. You pick it up.”
Within 15 minutes there was hate-filled derogatory notes taped to the mirror directed at me: “This is not an assisted living home. If you are so disabled you can’t clean up after yourself you need to leave.”
Well, I had to gotten Peninah to prove she was listening & watching IN THE BATHROOMS too - and break several ADA laws with that note by mocking my disabilities.
So I then went into the bathroom, found the hidden camera there - and crushed that one too. And I crushed every new one she tried to put in there each day thereafter. But Peninah also broke ADA and HIPAA violations on the daily by referring to her tenants <by their disabilities> which was unlawful & so dehumanizing. She called John “the MS tenant” and she called Adam “the jaundiced cancer tenant, she called me “the Huntingtons Tenant” and she even called her Bff (the fake maid) “the midget widget” behind her back to me - back when I initially lived upstairs and we were on friendlier terms. This was obviously also a clear HIPAA medical privacy violation problem.
But again - who’s going to stop Peninah from being so abhorrent and unlawful?? It’s IL - where government agencies simply do not function - so the answer is - NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO STOP Peninah. 🤷♀️ And that’s just the way that it is and things will never get any better because for all it’s PROUD Press Releases and GREAT-SOUNDING virtue-signaling in the news, Illinois is a State in full failure and dysfunction- in nearly every OVERSIGHT Agency within this State.
So, the Peninahs and the Delilahs of this life just get to keep on being jezebels with a murderous spirit and harming more unsuspecting tenants and people in Illinois. So the next time you see our Governor doing a Victory Lap about some millions he’s pouring into something unimportant- maybe ask him why NONE of his government oversight agencies are functioning AT ALL in Illinois? Or why Central IL just gets to be Capone’s Corrupt Cornfields for organized crime, cartels and mobsters ⁉️
Obviously, things were going from bad to OMG 😱 with Peninah and rapidly deteriorating. I knew I would never be safe there and I no longer trusted her to not do something fully unhinged in my sleep - or to my car or to who knows what. When dealing with a disordered narcissist who has been <caught> know this: your life and ability to safely remain alive come very much into question.
Peninah was paranoid, livid that I was onto 99% of her cons & lies and terrified I would put her on blast to the other tenants. She was her most unpredictable and potentially lethal self in this hour. I needed a plan to get out - and fast.
Many more awful things happened there at Peninah’s - but I feel like I don’t want to give platform & power to her malevolence by delineating EVERY THING here. Perhaps someday later I will add more of her many levels of awful.
But for now - I want to focus on the people of TwitterFam who pulled me to safety from that mess. I was able to hire a no name local moving guy with an anonymous Uhaul truck rented in my name and I left her place on August 31st 2022 amidst escalating violence & just truly bizarre tantrums in the middle of the nights from Peninah.
Remember those hidden French glass doors I told you about earlier behind the chifforobe that were the only thing separating our 2 rooms - much to my horror? She began beating on them at 2am and 4am nightly screaming incoherent (booze-adled slurs) at me saying things like “I will never rent to a woman ever again - much less one like you. Guys never question anything and don’t care. You ruined EVERYTHING. And and on she prattled…and I just pretended to be NOT TERRIFIED by the prospect of a DRUNK and violent Peninah who had a known storehouse of loaded guns just beneath my room - and so I pretended to be deafly sleeping blissfully through all of her nightly emotional violence fits. In truth, I hardly slept at all that August of 2022.
And if you mistakenly think you can call the local corrupt cops on her - she will know well in advance and be able to shut it all down and explain that all away with the complicity of Adam the network administrator doing her bidding in order to pay only $350 rent per month. I don’t really blame Adam. Housing in IL right now is a catastrophic crisis - and a guy’s gonna do what he’s gotta do to keep a roof over his head when he only gets $900/mth total to live on.
And thus and so, in the run up to my last days at Peninah’s flophouse at the end of August 2022, she inexplicably ended her narcissistic “silent treatment” that began when she realized I had bested her in her "surveillance games" and after 6 weeks of REFUSING TO EVEN SPEAK TO OR LOOK AT ME - she was suddenly sending me overly friendly text messages again at the onset of my last 3 days there. It began with a text out of the blue, the first in well over a month from her, effusively telling me how much she had been “ceaselessly praying for me” 🙄 and how she wished me nothing but the best and, gosh, she sure hoped there were no hard feelings after everything that happened because her life was going to be just great moving forward and she hoped mine would be too.”
Okay…ummmmm…
I’m sorry - which Peninah are you and what did you do with the crazier version that has been gnashing, plotting and murderously pacing and thrashing for the past month? No, I did not say that out loud to her. But I sure was thinking it…
Because that’s just how these jezebels with a murderous spirit want you to feel - fully off balance and never knowing WHICH version of them they will serve up to you on any given day: their “false narrative” version of their idealized superficially charming self - or their REAL face wherein they become the things of your worst nightmares. Make no mistake: this is an INTENTIONAL manipulation done to coerce and control you and to ultimately frighten you so you will THINK they are way more powerful and life-ruining than they actually really are. It’s all part of their disordered personality. And it’s as sad as it is truly disturbing to witness.
At first, I could not understand her abrupt change of attitude or what brought about her sudden cheery disposition towards me. So, I was obviously immediately suspicious about this sudden abrupt turnabout in behavior.
You can so rarely ever make any sense of the nonsense these jezebels do - so it’s generally pointless to even try.
But I happened to overhear Peninah talking to Haga in the kitchen, 3 days before I left there, when she did not know I was in the hallway around the corner by the frig and she was telling Haga: “I literally HAVE TO BE FAKE NICE to her right now because I’m afraid that after everything I’ve done to her - she may actually sabotage or ruin my property on her way out the door. I mean, I would if I were her, so I have to plan for the worst and just try to stave that off by being super fake sweet to her these remaining days...”
Oh. I see.
I may have thought some snarky things about her during my entire nightmare tenancy with her but I would NEVER hurt someone else’s property. In fact, I pride myself on ALWAYS leaving every place better than how I found it. But that’s the thing about these Problem People: they look out into the world and EXPECT and ANTICIPATE receiving all the evil that they themselves dish out to others and absolutely would do in the same situation. So, like I always say: when they expect your slander, give them your silence. And when they expect you to trash their property because they would yours, give them an intact rental unit gleaming from how well you cared for it and improved it by your very presence therein. Because THAT is destabilizing TO THEM. They fully cannot process honor, integrity or doing the right thing by someone simply because it is the RIGHT thing to do. NONE of that exists for them so, therefore, it doesn’t compute when it is done to them. And plus - the added bonus is that fully confounding them with unexpected & inexplicable kindness in the aftermath of their malice - is just plain fun.
But then on the day that I was officially moving out from Peninah’s on Autumn 31 2022, she actually tried to sit herself IN the garage so that she could insert herself into my move and be “The Controller & Abuser” of my personally paid-for movers. And I was having NONE of her childish antics.
Not any more.
She insisted that she and Haga HAD to watch the process - for I might steal her empty garage after my things were removed and I told her: “Peninah, you can watch from inside the house on all of your surveillance cameras. I happen to know there are 8 surrounding your garage alone and we both know you can sit right next to Adam and watch together from inside the house. You need to remove yourself from this process right now and try to be a mature adult for once in your life. There is simply no need for you to be here harassing and stalking my movers and me like this.” (Because she was.)
She smirked and insisted she would not leave and that her and Haga were going to make a morning of it heckling us and tripping us and just generally being their usual junior high school mean girls bully routine.
So, I took out my iPhone and began recording her IN THE MIDDLE OF HER VERBAL TAUNTS TO ME and documenting them both. And what would you know? Nearly as soon as my iPhone started recording their childish antics, Peninah literally said that she thought she was suddenly having a heart attack that I CAUSED HER and she needed to go lay down inside. You can always count on Peninah to be overly dramatic and have a sudden fake heart attack when confronted with accountability for her own bad behavior. For someone who surveilled all of her tenants every minute of every day, Peninah, herself, sure HATED to be recorded being her usual ridiculous self. So when I told my movers about what a drama queen narcissist she is and how I was very sorry for her abhorrent behavior to them, she literally said OVER SOME UNSEEN CAMERA IN THE GARAGE while she was in the house: “I can’t listen to this ABUSE from you anymore. My grandmother just died. You should have some respect for me in my grieving.”
You have GOT to be kidding me - both a heart attack AND a family death in the span of a 5 minutes in the face of being called out for what she truly is? That’s SuperLevel Narcissism squared in its stupidity and all of its disordered craziness. Also though too: Her grandmother? Her mother was 99. Just how old was this abruptly just died grandmother and should we call the Guinness Book of World Records about her age at alleged time of death last August 2022? Lying liars who lie - that’s all they are and all they can ever be.
I yelled back at her: “You can save yourself the fake heart attack Peninah and just STOP ILLEGALLY EAVESDROPPING on us any time you like - and cure your own fake heart attack. Doing the RIGHT THING is always an option, ya know, Peninah ⁉️”
And that point one of my movers whispered in my ear: “Seriously, man, how crazy is this broad? Is she physically dangerous to us? We kinda need to know…”
And with that last extreme and absurd baldfaced heart attack lie by Peninah - and with the visual of her and Haga fleeing from the garage running away like little school girls caught bullying a small child and my movers asking if Peninah was nutty enough to actually harm THEM…I just started laughing uproariously and uncontrollably. I was laughing at her, because of her, in spite of her, and because in less than an hour I would be fully rid of her - and all of her dramatic “I’m the victim” always-on-stage theatrics - and so, in that moment, the sheer absurdity of paranoid, petty Peninah just suddenly struck me as the funniest thing in the whole world. And I just laughed and laughed an uproarious belly laugh. My movers likely thought me a berserk crackpot but they joined in the laughter, too; because that’s the thing about genuinely joyous laughter in this life: “It’s contagious!”
Driving away from Peninah's House of Horrors that day, my future may have been unsure in my next place, but one thing was for sure: I was putting 300+ miles between us and I would never have to live under her insane 127 House Rules ever again. And so just for good measure and to truly have the last laugh my movers began to blast on the highest volume their truck radio had that popular song "I Got Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks as they finished loading the truck. And I couldn't stand up straight I was roaring laughing so hard trying to Yell-Sing "I toasted you, said honey we may be through - but you'll never hear me complain -cuz I get friends in TwitterSpaces...! I guess I was wrong, 🤔I just don't belong, but then - I've been there before. 🤷♀️Everything's all right. 😀I will just say goodbye👋 and I'll show my self out the door!" 🥳🥳🥳
This scene likely doesn't translate as funny here as it did playing out that day with Peninah and Haga aghast with pursed lips and pointing gossip fingers out the window at us as we drove away but I assure you - I had not laughed so hard at something so stupid in so long. And that final visual of them being so quintessentially THEM in all of their juvenile pettiness will never NOT be funny to me.
So, I drove into the new day where an astonishing surprise awaited me in the driveway of my new digs which, as it turned out, was a real life CASTLE, I discovered as I rolled up to the considerable estate. Would the princess FINALLY find her peace and be able to let down her hair?
Stay close, friends, to find out...
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