You walked into my house, uninvited and unhinged. You left behind muddy footprints and a dark presence, and then you violated my personal space in the most disturbing way.

You downloaded two disturbing songs onto my laptop — one of which included the lyrics:

“I pretend that I’m glad you went away,

But these four walls close in more every day…

I’m crying inside, and nobody knows it but me.”

[Verse 2]

Like a clown I put on a show

The pain is real even if nobody knows

And I’m cryin’ inside

And nobody knows it but me

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Why didn’t I say the things I needed to say?

How could I let my angel get away?

Now my world is just a-tumblin’ down

I can see it so clearly, but you’re nowhere around

[Chorus]

The nights are lonely, the days are so sad

And I just keep thinkin’ about the love that we had

And I’m missin’ you

And nobody knows it but me

[Bridge]

Mmm, no one knows

And as if that weren’t chilling enough, you left gold hearts inside my printer.

Let me be very clear: this is not romantic. This is not clever. This is harassment. This is criminal.

You need serious psychological help.

I am no longer pretending I’m not afraid — I am alert. I am watching. I have support.

And the Guardia Civil has been notified.

If anyone in the local area saw anything suspicious around lunchtime on Thursday, please contact me or the authorities. No matter how small the detail — a person, a vehicle, or a sound — it could matter.

To whoever did this: you may feel powerful creeping around in the shadows, but you’re nothing more than a coward playing games with a woman who has already survived more than you’ll ever understand. And I’m not playing anymore.