Dear Peeping Tom;
A year ago, I loved where I live. It's relatively quiet, it's super close to the studio where I record my music, and it's safe. Then, out of the blue, you entered my life. I remember telling my friends about the first time I heard you running away from my window, and they asked me "Do you think he's just some random pervert or do you think he knows who you are?" At the time, I assumed that I was randomly chosen. However, now that you have snuck onto the private property of the newly built home next door just to peep through my window, the police believe it is highly unlikely that someone would go to that much trouble for a random peep session. They believe you know who I am, and since you know where I live that means I probably know you. And if that's true, you're in trouble.
Hearing you moan at my window (the police assume it was from you touching yourself) wasn't scary. It was infuriating, which I assume you know since I cursed you out as you ran away. And what kills me is the fact that my blinds were so low that you must have been laying on the ground like a filthy animal to peep at me. You suck. You are a sicko of mass proportions, and I have overcome far greater drama in life than some pervert who gets his rocks off by peeping at unsuspecting girls.
I am writing this to let you know that I intend to get you caught. You shouldn't have let me hear you moan at my window, sir. I make a living with my ears, you thought I wouldn't recognize the tamber of your voice? The fact that you know which window belongs to my bedroom and how to hop over my neighbor's fence to get to that window convinces me that I know exactly who you are after all.
I love my apartment and I won't let anyone run me out of it. I'm nobody's victim. So here's what's gonna happen. First, I'm giving the name and address of the person I suspect to my friend who is a Detective Sergeant and he will help me check your information in the open source, publicly available databases to see if you have a record of peeping or harassment. If I am wrong about your identity, then I'm sure nothing will come up. If something does, I am gonna raise hell. Second, I am getting security cameras for my windows. They are actually very affordable! Finally, I'm telling all of my neighbors that we have a Peeping Tom in the area, that way everyone will be on the lookout. I'm sure the lady next door would love to know that some perv has been crawling around outside her beautiful new house to peep into my window.
If you keep peeping, you are going to get caught. Once I get even a small shred of proof about who you are, you'd better lawyer up. And my male family members aren't exactly pacifists, so I can't be held responsible for how they'd react. It's going to get very ugly for you.
In Illinois, if you are charged with being a Peeping Tom, you're facing a Class A Misdemeanor that has a maximum of 1 year in jail and a $2500 fine. I hope the sight of me in my underclothes typing on my Macbook is worth the living hell I am going to put you through once you get busted.
Sincerely, N. Lynette