PSYCHIC ABUSE against NON-PSYCHICS!
A LOOK A THE AMAZING WORKS OF TAMMY

The forums at SOMETHING AWFUL contain some of the most wonderfully humorous and bizarre content known to mankind.  I came across this amazing documentation today, and asked the author, Melody, if I could share it here.  It's easily to laugh at the craziness of it all, but it's a remarkable look at an insane collection of work from a woman named Tammy who apparently had an awful lot more going on inside of her head than a casual observer would be aware of.

Meet my parent's old neighbor, Crazy Tammy. She's been gone from the neighborhood for about nine months now, hopefully getting the treatment she so sorely needed. From what I understand, and from what others have told me, Crazy Tammy is a textbook case of paranoid schizophrenia. We would have never known about her terrible mental problem if she hadn't advertised her insane views on giant sheets of cloth hung from her fence.

The first sign came out on a warm July day, painted on an old piece of plywood and propped up on her fence.

My mom called me up and said the neighbor down the street had a weird, nonsensical sign up in front of her house and that I should take a picture. And, I'm glad I did. A few days later, that was taken down, and the first of the "sheet" series appeared. We were intrigued, and I decided I would document all of Tammy's work.

Alongside the sheet, she carefully arranged what looked like a lid to a board game's box, and a comically small plastic chair:

The pink sheet only lasted a few days also, and was replaced by a bigger, grander sheet with smaller writing, and a smaller companion sheet.

I also gathered up my courage and got a close-up of the creepy game-board box.

Three months pass. The sheets are gone, everything is quiet. We're all a little concerned that Tammy has passed away in the shit heap she calls home, or a family member finally took her off to the funny farm. Fortunately for us, she was just busy creating her masterpiece, the BOOK.

A few days later, she takes down the advertisements and starts posting.. her credentials? Her driver's license? What the hell?

A few days pass, and the advertisements for the BOOK are up again.

Also, with the new signs, is this little gem.  After trepidation, my brother and I finally muster up our courage and run down to Tammy's house, snatch the item, and run back to my parent's.

Inside, was a lovely red shirt with a.. I guess it's a penguin playing tennis. The thing smelled like cigarette smoke and BO. We only touched it with sticks.

At this time, we were brutally curious about just what Tammy had written in her special police-and-lawyer's only book. Luckily, my parent's neighborhood watch cop was just as curious, and we roped him into getting the book for us. I quickly raised the $100 (it was for a worthy cause) and gave it to the cop. After almost an hour he comes back to the parent's house with the book, the $100, and a scared, pale expression. Tammy had been so excited that a policeman had wanted to read her book that he was trapped while she ranted on for the entire time.

He handed over the book. It was more than I could have ever dreamed. A 3-ring binder, reeking of cigarettes, bursting with over 500 pages of sweet, sweet schizo goodness.

The front page reads, in giant letters:
THIS IS ONLY 1/4 OF THE WRITTEN MATERIAL I HAVE BEEN SENDING YOU AND OTHER LAW AGENCIES

..and from there, it descends into madness.

Here are some random excerpts of The Crazy Tammy Compendium.

Here's where she started pasting pictures of people in and telling what their psychic abilities and otherwise are.

The book was grand.

A few months pass by, and Tammy is again quiet. On a cold November afternoon, however, this sign pops up:

A day later, this festive addition appeared.

January rolls by and the sheets are out again! It's great knowing we can always rely on Tammy.

Another sign wasn't seen until March, and soon after Tammy put her house up for sale.

This would be Crazy Tammy's final sign. Months later, after what I hope was Tammy's admittance to the loony bin, the house sold to a family with small children. If only they knew what went on in that house.

EDITOR'S NOTE:  I think it's bizarre that after doing a search for "Psychic Abusers" on xxxgaggle, I find only an entry pertaining to Scientology. -Robert