From 12 March to 15 March 2026, my life was hit by series of incidents after a local woman who apparently thought that she had known me for quite some time and was in a lesbian relationship with me or was starting one EXPLODED with fury when she realized that all her fantasies were just fantasies.

However, this was preceded by a few minor incidents and a series of text messages that indicate that this woman is not well.

I have spoken with her maybe five times. She is someone’s neighbour. I have been to her home once, literally for just a minute, and I have never seen such a gigantic mess. She also showed me her bedroom which was pretty unbelievable. What a mess.

She has hurt me, is inconveniencing me greatly and she is also costing me a lot of money.

Anita, she was also a little obsessed with you, I think. I have gotten pretty strange text messages from her and one said something like the following:

“Ik stond vandaag te praten met Anita en (I think it was) “Remco”. En ik dacht, ik weet lekker wie jij bent maar jij weet lekker niet wie ik ben.”

After she texted me that she felt that I was distancing myself – huh? – I texted back something like “Het zit zo, Esther: Gezien mijn omstandigheden vind ik het belangrijker om te focussen op wat ik nodig heb dan te focussen op wat jij nodig hebt”, because that this woman needed some kind of help was crystal-clear but I was not able to provide any to her and she was burdening me with a lot of nonsense and I really needed to draw the line. I’d already blocked her.

It’s not as if she was a friend. Friends going through a different time are a different matter.

After that, she called out to me in the street once and I did acknowledge her presence, but barely. I also texted “Fijne avond, Esther”, which I should not have done.

She has two accomplices but I don’t know what role they play exactly.

One is a young, very unpleasant woman who calls herself Tim. She approached me on Timorplein once. I didn’t realize that she was related until she approached the following woman one time when I was chatting with her. She pretended that I was air on that occasion.

The other one is roughly the same age as herself. She is called Fenna and she too behaved in increasingly strange ways but initially seemed quite okay, albeit isolated and disappointed with life or sad and also often stressed.

My last encounter with that one was in a street between Dapperstraat and Pontanusstraat (the street closest to the windmill).

“How are you?” she asked in a really strange tone, as if I had been in hospital for six months or so or been away for years. Remember, she’s a stranger, not a friend. I had not been away. In her IRL conversations, she’d always made it a point to distance herself from me (or anyone else; it wasn’t personal). Then she made a rather cryptic comment :”Ik heb nog niet gereageerd. Het is niet(s) persoonlijk(s).” (“I haven’t responded yet, but it is nothing personal.”) I have no idea what that was about.

I replied with something vague. Then I apologized for needing to walk on, wanting nothing further to do with this woman either. I quickly walked on, feeling unsettled.

I have this woman’s last name too.

I have alerted six organizations as well as the police about her situation.

Like I said, I did eventually manage to identify the nutty one. She has a KvK registration as “ES Amsterdam”. She has no name at the doorbell. Her name is Esther Schuitema and she is truly batshit-crazy. I’m scared of her.