The Brown Family Files Part Two
The Watcher
Patricia started writing down time and dates of Dorothy disturbing behavior, partially because she needed documentation in case things went left.
Week 1 Observations:
• Monday-Friday: Dorothy in surveillance chair from 4:30-9:00 PM
• Twice caught trying to look in bedroom window after 10 PM
• Doesn’t turn on house lights for entire week
• No visible signs of normal activities (cooking, cleaning, etc.)
Week 2 Observations:
• Built a small platform behind shed for better viewing angle
• Brought out binoculars
• Stayed outside during rainstorm for 45 minutes watching Ralph in his truck
• Still no lights on in house during day
Week 3 Observations:
• Got a camping chair with a cup holder
• Brought blankets outside for night watching
• Gerald counted: she sat outside for 6+ hours on Tuesday
• House lights still never on
One Sunday morning,
Patricia was having coffee when she noticed Dorothy sneaking from her carport to her backyard position. She was wearing the same outfit she’d had on the day before.
Patricia Brown: “Baby, come here. Quick.”
Gearld Brown: “What now?”
Patricia Brown: “I don’t think Dorothy is taking baths.”
Gerald Brown: “Wait! What?”
Patricia Brown: “Look at her. Same clothes as yesterday. Same bonnet. And she just ran from the carport to the backyard like she was on a mission.”
Gerald watched Dorothy sat down in her chair and pull out her binoculars.
Gerald Brown: “Yea hun you might be on to something she went straight to her stalking spot.”
Patricia Brown: “I’m serious, Gerald. I don’t think she’s taking care of herself at all. All she does is watch that man.”
Shanice came down from upstairs in her robe.
Shanice Brown: “Y’all still watching Dorothy?”
Patricia Brown: “She not bathing
Shanice Brown: “How you know?”
Patricia Brown: “Same clothes. Three days now. Hair looking rough even under that bonnet. And look— she got snacks out there. She’s ALL SET UP.”
Sure enough, Dorothy had a small cooler next to her chair, a bag of chips, and what looked like a Thermos.
Shanice Brown: “She’s got a whole surveillance kit. This is beyond weird. This is… mentally unstable.”
The situation that finally made the Browns decide to say something happened on a Thursday night.
All three of them were on their back porch—it had become their evening entertainment. But this time they saw Dorothy coming out her house around midnight.
But this time, she was carrying something.
Gerald Brown: “Is that… Is that a ladder?”
Patricia Brown: Oh my God. She’s gonna try to climb the fence.
They watched while trying not to hold their hands over their eyes in horrified fascination as Dorothy, wearing her nightgown, bonnet, and Crocs, set up a small step ladder against the fence that separated her yard from Ralph’s property line.
Shanice Brown: “Should we call the police?”
Gerald Brown: “Once again and tell them what? We’ve been watching our neighbor watch her neighbor?”
Dorothy climbed up three steps of the ladder, wobbling dangerously. She pulled out her phone and aimed it toward Ralph’s house, apparently trying to take pictures or video.
Patricia Brown: “That’s it, I’m calling Keisha.”
Gerald Brown: “Baby, it’s midnight—”
Patricia Brown: “I don’t care! That woman is taking pictures of their house in the middle of the night! They need to know!”
Patricia went inside and found Keisha’s number (they had met at a neighborhood cookout once).
She sent a text:
“Hi, this is Patricia Brown from the house behind yours. I hate to bother you this late, but you need to know what your neighbor Dorothy is doing right now. Can you look out your back window?”
A minute later:
Keisha: “OMG IS THAT HER ON A LADDER?!”
Patricia Brown: “Yes. And she has her phone. Taking pictures I think. This isn’t the first time. We’ve been seeing things for months.”
Keisha: “Can you come over tomorrow? We need to talk.”
The next afternoon, Patricia and Shanice went to Ralph and Keisha’s house. They sat in the living room while the kids played upstairs.
Keisha: “How long has this been going on?”
Patricia pulled out her phone with her notes.
Patricia Brown: “Three months. Maybe longer, but that’s when we started really paying attention.”
She showed them photos she had taken of Dorothy in her surveillance spot, on the step stool, setting up her camping chair, with her binoculars.
Ralph’s: “She’s been watching me for THREE MONTHS from her damn backyard?”
Shanice Brown: “Every single day from the time you get home until midnight or later.”
Patricia Brown: “And we don’t think she’s bathing, or sleeping normally. Or eating real meals. All she does is sit in that spot and watch your house.”
Keisha put her head in her hands.
Keisha: “The shadow dancing, the engine revving, the porch performances—that’s just what we SAW. There’s a whole other level of crazy happening that we didn’t even know about.”
Patricia Brown: “That’s why we came over because last night with the ladder—that crossed a line. She’s getting more desperate. And honestly, we are worried about what she might do next.”
To Be Continued……..