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Timeline of Ohio Terror





The True Story starts in a property located in Springfield Ohio.



I rented the downstairs. Prior to my one-year lease was my mom's one-year lease.


Shortly after my mom had signed a lease with landlady, Theresa Crow, another Crow moved upstairs.



The girl upstairs indulged heavily in drugs and alcohol (in my opinion), but she was young and like all young adults, she had her share of male and female visitors, so seeing this "new" guy was no surprise.





One evening, (either dusk or night-time), I became alarmed at what sounded as though there were a home invasion in progress.


I turned off anything that hindered my hearing the alarming altercation which sounded violent, so much so that I held my phone at the pre-dialed "9-1-1" and went to listen in an area in which sound passed through the floors of the rental quite easily (the closet's ventilation shaft right below where the action was taking place, and right next to the large room where a ceiling tile had fallen due to what sounded like a couple of body slams.


This incident had to be winter-time because I distinctly remember turning the furnace off and being impatient with the blower to finally also turn off.




The rough loud argument sounded like a crime being committed, heard was her pleading "No", "please stop" (over and over).



I was unsure as to whether or not I ought to get involved, and was afraid that some sort of insurrection might be happening upstairs that could end-up down into my rental (this wasn't your average loud argument or scuffle, this was something foreign to me).



Eventually, the banging and pounding and arguing turned into what sounded to me to be rough sex. Her pleading led me to believe that it was possibly anal and she sounded as if in some pain.

It didn't sound good is what I mean, she didn't express pleadings that would lead anyone to believe she was having a good time.



The girl trailed off quieter and quieter still pleading to stop and still saying "no, please, no, stop".


Her voice carried much clearer than the male's voice, I got the impression he had her in some sort of hold and whatever he was saying was relatively close to her ear or in some close-proximity.

Then the girl went silent.

By now I was all-ears myself as I listened to the upstairs floor creaking from one set of footsteps.


Later, the guy was seen leaving but I kept telling myself that it is not any of my business, and since this was a new city and state for me, it was decided that I could be wrong....maybe it was nothing.

I was hoping it was nothing and that I did the right thing by not getting involved.




***Keep in mind, I was with the understanding that the girl upstairs was a Crow, and I really couldn't afford to mess things up with the landlord, also a Crow.




I expected to see the girl the following day because since she moved into the apartment upstairs she quite often came down to ask for a cigarette and to chit-chat.


It was silent the entire next day, through the evening, to yet another day without so much as the sound of a footstep. I wondered if she was dead and whether or not I should call Eric or Theresa Crow to inform them of the incident.


I never heard it that quiet up there since Nicole Crow moved in. In retrospect it did not occur to me that she may have been dosed up on heroin (if that's actually what it was, which is not conclusive and was later brought up by an associate of hers that it may have been that drug that made her sleep for days).



When the girl finally came-to and was heard alive up there, I was relieved because I really was in a couple of days of stress over not knowing of her well-being.

Shortly after hearing a flush of a toilet and some creaking in the floors, Nicole came downstairs. She offered to smoke pot with me and I gave her a cigarette asking, "what happened up there"? She was still kind of out of it and was groggily answering that she wasn't sure what I was talking about. I stated incredulously describing the great amount of noise and arguing and that a piece of my ceiling fell from the altercation....then, as if a light-bulb was turned on inside her head, she replied, "oh that", and went on to state that the guy was a boyfriend and that he was upset that she had cheated on him and that he was a sheriff of Champaigne County.



I knew that the guy could not possibly be her regular boyfriend since it was the first time I noticed the guy at the property. It didn't seem appropriate at the time to inquire more of the relationship since I came to know her usual boyfriend as he frequented the rental quite often. In fact, I noticed all her friends since the security cameras would buzz to let me know when someone was approaching the property. In anticipation of a customer to my downstairs rental which was utilized as a computer repair shop, I would ordinarily look toward one of the numerous monitors in preparation for a hopeful visitor.



A day or two went by and all seemed back to normal up there until the same guy came by again. I'm not sure what could have transpired of the visit and never inquired it of her.



When he left, he was never seen again.



Jump to about a year after I finally moved out of 1335 North Limestone Street in Springfield, the landlord surprised me with a notice that he intended to sue me for damages to his property.



This surprised me since his first walk-through (of two) following my notice to vacate, left him stating to me of only one problem with the property, a hole which I addressed (and luckily made a video of both sides of the hole repair just in case, made as it was being repaired).



Unlike my mother's prior one-year lease, my lease was not with Theresa Crow, but rather with her husband, Eric. In the final weeks up until my vacating it was stated multiple times from Eric that I was a good renter and that he hated to see me go. A few times he had urged for me to buy his property but that was not even an option due to the decrepit condition of the utilities and rotting wood which would have been a money-pit in my opinion.



However, after the first walk-through inspection made by the landlord (Eric Crow and I), the most incredible amount of damages occurred in the days that followed.

Fortunately I recorded the disasters as they were occurring....these videos also would be permitted in the Clark County Municipal Court Record but denied to be shown during the court proceedings by an attorney who apparently moonlighted as a Judge, Thomas Trempe.


Not that I don't trust these Judges of the justus system, but I took the extra measure to include physical DVD's along with the links to the online equivalent videos and entered the evidences into the Clark County Court Record (18 motions in all) during the weeks leading up to the actual trial which ironically had changed from Eric suing me to both Eric and Theresa Crow suing my mother instead (no, I'm nowhere close to being a minor).


Some of the video compilations are contained on youtube and other video sites, as well as within my own website. Much of the evidences are also able to be viewed at the Court's own Online Court Record.



I made sure that prior to pre-trial, I had submitted links to the video sites along with actual DVD copies of the videos which showed the damages as they were occurring from the upstairs tenant's space. I was certain that since the items are made publicly available on the Court's own website, facebook, youtube, etc., that there might be a semblance of a Court kept ethical and honest.



This would not be the case in the Clark County Municipal Court and I ultimately was denied to become a Defendant with the ability to present the landlord-tenant dispute.


The landlord would later claim that he repaired the hole and my video evidence to refute his lie was denied to be shown by a Judge of the Clark County Municipal Court in Springfield Ohio, called Thomas E. Trempe.


Ultimately, oddly enough, almost five thousand dollars was awarded to the same Crows by the same Court only a couple of weeks prior, the suit ended in default against Nicole Crow (a.k.a. Tessenneer) which an insurance company paid to Eric and Theresa Crow. The Crows would profit almost $10,000.00 between both the upstairs tenant and my mother (who is well-over 70 years of age and was in Florida during the North Limestone disasters.


So in effect, counting the windfall of revenue from suing the previous lease-holder, a lease between my mother and Theresa Crow (my defenseless mom that hadn't anything to do with the damages or the subsequent lease I had with Eric Crow), the Crows profited about $10,000.00 from two renters in the same few weeks but I'm getting ahead of myself so let me step back a bit.


1335 North Limestone St.

Prior to Pre-Trial, I informed both attorneys involved in the case concerning damages to the Crow property that I have videos showing the true cause for damages of water coming down from the ceiling and a fire and that it was not me that caused the damages and will gladly see the issue to court.


Theresa Crow Fraud

I also informed both attorneys of the altercation from upstairs between the Champaigne County Sheriff and Nicole and that the very first damages occurred as a result of their violent altercation when the ceiling tile came down.



Although the mountain of evidence of many pictures, videos, social links, letters between my mom and the Crows and myself and the Crows, Rental Receipts showing my name and that my one-year lease was anything but a monthly lease as the Court was so adamantly sure it was (my subsequent lease was clearly a quarterly lease), but also signed documents, my witnesses, my first-person testimony, and more would all be denied repeatedly by the Judge, yet permitted into the Court Record.


Mr. Trempe would only allow me to become a sequestered "witness" that cannot show evidence of one's own accord and since my mom's paid attorney bailed at pre-trial and since she had never been in a Court Room in her life, only one good question was asked of me by my mom, "Do you have evidence to show that I did not cause the damages to the Crow Property", to which I answered, "Yes". The "Judge" wasn't interested whatsoever and I was not permitted to speak any further.


Why, you ask?


If you find out a genuine reason, please let me know, too.


My tentative guess is that this was either an insurance scam utilizing the upstairs girl that would maybe do anything for the right amount of dollars, or that the girl had misled me that she was related to the landlord.


The disasters stemmed solely from the upstairs plumbing and its effect on the electrical wires seen just below the defective plumbing; also contained within the video evidence.



Yet again, Prior to Pre-Trial, I contacted both the Crow attorney and my mother's paid attorney (who oddly enough is the head of the Bar Association cabal), and when I was denied by the Judge to become an active participant to show that the Court issue was knowingly directed against the wrong party, I filed an appeal to the Second Appellate higher Court hoping for a determination of either correcting the record and having the case include me, or force the landlord(s) to refile against the obvious correct party (me).


Incredibly after submitting all the forms and having jumped through all the hoops of the legal nomenclature and dictates, I would not hear the 2nd Appellate Court's determination until MANY MONTHS AFTER Pre-Trial and after many months after the "trial" against my mom.

In other words, my appeal to the higher appellate court that the lower municipal court was not in accordance with due process or common sense or ethical standards in their barring me from a case in which I WAS THE TENANT in the landlord-tenant dispute, was totally ignored until it was too late to even file an appeal to the issue.


The "legal" racket became so obvious and bizarre that I began posting to dozens of online legal sites (and if you are an attorney aolmost anywhere in the nation, you very well possibly have received a letter from me asking for advise to this issue).


As for my mother's attorney, James Heath, who was paid his fee, a man that would later bail during Pre-Trial leaving my mother un-represented, are the impetus behind my bothering to devote many thousands of hours compiling records, creating my first website, and more, much of which can be seen in more detail here: Springfield Shame.



The Crows and Crow Court make Bank



Later I would learn that one of the Landlord's Daughter's would go on to marry the very person that I believe is the very Sheriff that had the altercation with the upstairs tenant, Nicole Crow!


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