Will the Narcissist Deploy A Follow-Up Hoover


The follow-up hoover. A staple method of gaining fuel from you either post disengagement (discard) or post escape, whether of a positive and/or negative nature. How though does the follow-up hoover come about, how do I decide whether to do it or not and what are the circumstances that can cause it? Here is an instance which will assist your understanding of our methodology and mind set so you can identify the factors which put you at risk.

I disengaged from you. You failed me and you had to go. You had no idea of course that this was the case. You tried to see me, speak to me, plead with me and you were rebuffed and told to stay away. The teeth were bared at you and you saw that look in the eye, the one that still unnerves you and you backed away. You slid into misery and confusion, unable to comprehend why I flung you to one side, why I wouldn’t at least do you the decency of explaining. You do not realise that our kind are never beholden to the obligation to explain. We are above that. You however operate by differing standards and regard it as a common courtesy to explain why something has been done and it certainly applies when the situation is one of romantic entanglement. You believed that you are owed an explanation. We operate from the position that we owe you nothing because once upon a time we gave you everything.

I have the new primary source of fuel of course. She was from a shortlist of individuals who were being cultivated as I embarked on my cruel devaluation of you. When I slipped away to my bolthole, when I made repeated excuses to go to the bar when we went away on holiday, when your back was turned I was extending my electronic tendrils as I engaged with these prospects. The fuel flowed from them as they readily connected with someone as charming as I. How could they not? A couple of these prospects have been kept in reserve, contingencies as they became outer circle friends who will wait in the wings, suitable brainwashed and conditioned so that they will jump at the chance of being promoted to the primary source at some future point. I know as well that they will not hesitate to hand me the dagger which I will plunge in that primary source’s back at some future point. There is no sisterhood here in the battle to win my affections and favour. Thus two find themselves admitted to the chain of fuel providing appliances and like two growing plants, I occasionally tend to them, cultivating and maintaining their interest, keeping alive the hope of promotion. It is reassuring to know that if the one who eventually saw off the others on the shortlist has to be discarded then there are ready and waiting appliances who can be plugged in without much more effort. It is not always possible to find those appliances which will wait around but it is far from impossible. You may be surprised at the number which will readily accept a role as an outer or even inner circle friend, possibly an acquaintance too in the right circumstances. Content to have intermittent contact with me in person. Happy to have more frequent contact through electronic medium. These reservists will smile at the primary source, appear to even be friendly but they are only doing it to maintain my favour. If I give the signal they would rip the throat from the primary source in order to replace her. That is what we bring out in people.

Still, those are the reservists but for now an excellent primary source was chosen and thus you were surplus to requirements. You heard no more from me as a wall of silence greeted your attempts to contact me. Your position as primary source came to an end. You were made redundant and you were cast aside. I drew fuel from imagining your distress at this state of affairs and your repeated attempts to contact me provided similar fuel until I decided that I wanted to concentrate on the new primary source and therefore you needed to stay away. Thus, as I mentioned, the teeth were bared, you were warned and for once you listened and backed off.

Life has been sweet with the wonderful, new and shiny primary source who has lived up to expectations in her admiration, adoration and love. All is well and I cannot say that I have really given you any further thought since I made it clear that you were to “stay the hell away from me, understand?” I have been drinking deep from the new, potent fountain and enjoying all of this fresh, succulent fuel. So much so, I soon moved her in and why not? I may as well ensure that such a precious source of fuel is on tap.

Then one day I was moving some things around in the study and I found a book which belonged to you. I picked it up and you flared in my mind. I know that if it was the other way around, you would have been consumed by emotion as you triggered this ever presence. That does not happen with me. There is no charge of emotion but instead there is the spark of opportunity. The appearance of this book has caused you to enter into my sphere of influence. You did nothing did you? No telephone call, no text message, no driving past my house, all of the usual things which victims do in the aftermath and which will invariably result in a hoover. The appearance of this book has thrust you into my mind again. I have plenty of fuel from the wonderful primary source but a dash of hoover fuel would be welcome also. You let me down and as a Greater, I revel in being able to toy with you. I feel no need to re-engage you as my primary source, your replacement is functioning well, but I am fuelled, powerful and I want to taste your hoover fuel. I will approach you in a benign manner but this is to mask my true intent – I wish to toy with you, I want to make you feel uneasy. I will not lash out in the manner of a Lesser with an insult, nor some passive aggressive utterance like the Mid-Ranger, indeed, were I either of those the presence of the IPPS in the golden period would almost guarantee there would be no hoover, but I am not of those schools. I am a Greater and therefore the continued puppeteering of someone who promised so much, yet failed me means I have an opportunity to toy with you. It need not be prolonged, I have no need to re-engage you but I want you to know I am still out here, still able to reach you and that knowledge combined with the fuel I expect to harvest creates that delicious sensation of power. I am still able to impact upon you. I still matter.

You have entered the sixth sphere of influence and caused a Hoover Trigger.

Moments such as these are delicious indeed. I have taken a bite of the succulent cherry that is the new primary source but here I am with a delightful opportunity to take a bite of another cherry and apply a hoover to you. What I especially like about it is the fact that because I do not want to or need to rekindle our intimate relationship again, the effort required will be minimal in order to get a taste of your hoover fuel. I pull out my ‘phone and look up your number. I kept it of course. I felt no need to block it. You rang and you rang but I never answered and eventually you gave up. I wonder for a moment whether you have blocked me and feel a twinge of irritation if that proves to be the case. Nevertheless, I have the energy and inclination to want to hoover you, I perceive that there is a good prospect of gaining fuel from you, I have no reason to think that your fuel will be diminished, I have considered whether there may be obstacles but do not regard there as being any which would mean the attempt is likely to fail and I have not perception that you will reject me and thus criticise me and cause wounding. The Hoover Execution Criteria has been met and I have surpassed the bar, it is thus time to hoover you.

I jab your name and smile as I hear the ringing noise and within just two rings (two rings! Someone remains keen!) you answer. Your voice is tentative – excellent, your apprehension and fear remain intact.

“Hello? HG?”

“Hi Tabitha, how are you?”

There is a pause. You are trying to work out what is going on but I know you will want to talk to me. You answered didn’t you? You spoke. You want some answers. You need to know. I have seen it so many times before and therefore I know that no matter how much you may think that you need to end the call before it gets going you will not do so. I know that the emotion is surging through you, hope, expectation and no doubt the glowing embers of the love that has not yet been extinguished for me. You are caught between love and fear – am I calling to rekindle matters or am I here to punish?

“What do you want?” you ask but it is not said in a hostile tone, more of slightly anxious curiosity.

“I was just thinking about you and I thought I would give you a call and see how you were doing.”

“I don’t understand. Why call me now when you made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me?” Ah, a bit of a fightback from logic here. Fair enough.

“I know, I know, that was some time ago, I was in a bad place, a lot going on and something had to give. I know I didn’t handle it well, I am sorry.”

Like hell I am but I know those three words will have a magical effect. I stop speaking. I can picture you trying to hold back the tears, fighting with the competing emotions that are washing over you. I can feel the power rising inside of me at this image as I gather the fuel.

“You hurt me, you really hurt me,” you say voice cracking slightly.

“I know, I know and I am truly sorry, I know you must hate me, listen if it is any consolation to you, I hate myself for what I did to you, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” That should hit the spot. A bit of self-flagellation always goes down well.

“Well you won’t hate yourself as much as I hate you,” you answer with a little steel in your voice. It’s good. It is all fuel.

“Trust me Tabs,” oh yes the shortened name for added familiarity needs to be used here, “I know just what I did and I am not proud of myself. I just felt it was only right that I call you in order to explain…”

I hit the end call button after saying this. Let’s create those shifting sands. Note how my actions are deliberate and calculated since I am a Greater.

Five seconds. She will call back in five seconds.

Sure enough her name appears on the ‘phone as she returns the call.

“Hi,” I say enthusiastically.

“You went off.”

“Yes poor signal I guess.”

There is another pause. I say nothing allowing the silence to be used to compel you to speak. I know that you want to talk. It was always likely and your behaviour so far is laden with indicators that you want to continue to talk. Again, this is a deliberate calculation on my part.

“You said you wanted to explain,” you say and I hear the hope in your voice and the fuel drips from you once again.

I know that I can dangle the prospect of answers in front of you for weeks now. I don’t want you back. I do not need you back but I have tasted your delicious hoover fuel and I like it. I have managed to cause you to speak to me and then call me back after everything that I did to you, including my callous discard. That highlights the power I have and that is why when remembering you through seeing the book it was too good an opportunity to miss and I applied a hoover. I appeared as pleasant to you (thus one can deny any allegations of malicious behaviour) but my intent was far from pleasant, I wanted you on edge, concerned, wondering and anxious. An iron fist in a velvet glove. Not to win you back, but to get you to respond and to provide me with fuel. And it has worked.

I lick my lips before I speak.

This cherry is mighty sweet as is the fuel from this successful follow-up hoover.

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9 thoughts on “Will the Narcissist Deploy A Follow-Up Hoover

  1. the one and only says:

    Last year from february till juin I was caught in an affair with an elite narcissist (I will call him K.). I was the married target and vulnerable when I started the affair which I regret now very much. K. lovebombed me intensely during 6 months. I was his goddess, he had never felt this love before, I was his soulmate, etc … all the red flags were there. The affair was discovered by my husband because an unknown neighbour had tipped him off ( obviously it should have been K. himself) K. had always badmouthed my husband and thought I would certainly leave him. I almost felt like he had hypnotised me and he tried to convince me that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I didn’t jump, because I still loved my husband. Although I had made a terrible mistake, my husband realised that I had been manipulated and gave me another chance. Ever since, K. has stalked me. In august I went to the police for the first time and I started reading books about sociopaths (unfortunately I hadn’t discover the books of HG Tudor yet) and I came to the conclusion that K. has a personality disorder and that he had lied to me about lots of things. It seemed as if all these books were written about him. I became obsessed and wanted to analyse his messages and behaviour. That’s when I broke off my “no contact” … I fell into the trap of the grand hoover. After a few weeks, i realised what was going to happen, I broke off contact and I escaped for the second time. The stalking restarted and K. started blackmailing me (off course he had gathered some sensitive information about me during the affair and had made some explicit movies and pictures of me) He has not given up either trying to break my marrriage permanently. In december I went to the police for the second time and the stalking ended in january. Now, I’ve read almost every book of HG Tudor and I’m glad I did. I’m aware of the pattern now and know that follow up hoovers will occur …. Last friday, the police called me because they needed more information and they made an appointment for another declaration, (K, has probably badmouthed me at the police) so the case is not closed yet. And guess what? Today, after a 2 month period of silence, I received a message from K., stating that he still misses me … yeah right! I am ignoring him since november and will continue doing so. It is hard, but I know it’s the only way. I’m only wondering how severe his attempts will be this time. The police officer had told me in december that K. is most likely not to give up easily, since he had a criminal record and stalking was 1 of the convictions. So we will see … I’m preparing my second declaration now, so any advice is welcome …

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Hello TOAO with regard yo providing you with advice on your specific circumstances this is what the consultations are for so the accurate and detailed information can be given to you.

  2. donedone38 says:

    What would be the best resources and articles to read to escape a mid ranger but still have to co-parent? Prevent hoovers

    1. HG Tudor says:

      See The Knowledge Vault
      1. How To Stop the Hoovers.
      2. How to Co Parent With the Narcissist.

  3. December Infinity says:

    I received one of these (a hoover call) on March 5 in the early evening, from a person who I thought was a telemarketer initially as he had called my landline. He wouldn’t have had my current mobile number as I changed it last year. Nonetheless I decided to humour him and listen to what he had to say. I thought this would be a good way to see how my progress was coming along since I have been accessing the work of HG. It has been a year since the last narcissist and I figured I need to learn to engage with men in a conversation again and to see how I well I can pick up on red flags, things that sound ‘off’ and to see what my instincts pick up.

    Without going into all of the detail, the guy starts speaking and I can barely understand him, he sounds like he is talking with a mouthful of marbles. I blurt out, ‘so where do I know you from exactly?’ and tells me he used to date me about 6-7 years ago and he met me on a dating site. I had completely forgotten about him. When I had been dating various men in the past during that time frame, I didn’t keep any of those phone numbers once things had gone south. So the more he talked, I remembered who he was. The situation from 6-7 years ago was that I hadn’t seen him much and he was occupied with work and whatever. Supposedly. There were no real proper dates and it was always one-sided and on his schedule. He was mostly coming around for a quick fix between the sheets (and it wasn’t all that, I was not impressed with his three stroke effort, plus he had insulted me). Eventually I lost interest and got tired of being led around by the nose.

    So on the Friday evening the conversation was about work and rather general, and then he kept bringing back the conversation to the idea that he had changed phones a number of times and still had my number. That idea creeped me out. He asked me if I am single and I said yes for a year and I had gotten out of a bad relationship. Then he asked me ‘have you changed?’ which I interpreted as ‘do you still look the same as you did 6-7 years ago?’ so I made myself sound as unappealing as possible in terms of physical description. He asked me ‘don’t I get lonely?’ and ‘don’t I want someone to cuddle with?’ and other similar questions, all of which I began to find irritating. I said at one point that ‘I am not in the head-space at this time to be someone’s friend with benefits and I need time to concentrate on myself’. In addition, I also said that ‘we are in a pandemic so dating anyone really isn’t appealing right now.’ I decided to make a few comments about the past and he came back with the same excuses so I knew it would be the exact same way it was before. It had become very clear to me that he was looking for a hookup so he could get his knob polished, and that he was on the prowl to do so. Who knows how many women he has called for that. Ewww.

    Nonetheless I made an excuse to get off the phone. I played along with him, saying we could chat and maybe meet up sometime. He gave me his number.

    After I got off the phone with him, I was irritated that he called me after all that time thinking he could pick up with me from where he had left me, as if he knows me. I have no intention of talking to him ever again and I am not giving him my mobile number. He made it clear what he was looking for and from what I experienced in the past, he would get aggressive until he got what he wanted. That is not something I am going through again.

    I mentioned this to a friend of mine, who said that I should take advantage of it as we are still in a pandemic. I told her that would not be happening again. I deserve better than that. I am not desperate for male company, and especially not his. This friend of mine has never been in a long term relationship with anyone and she is constantly on the prowl looking for men on dating sites. She is also rather self-absorbed so I keep my interactions with her limited as I find she is rather draining.

    All of my hunkering down reading the articles, accessing books and files from the Knowledge Vault, and listening to the YouTube videos has been paying off.

    1. Leigh says:

      December Infinity, you mean you weren’t desperately waiting by the phone waiting for his phone call? Their sense of entitlement sends me to the moon. Good for you for not taking him seriously and becoming weaponised! You’re right, you absolutely do deserve better!

  4. Brenda says:

    Disgusted! I lived it 24 years!!!!

  5. Kiki says:

    Oh God HG this is horriffing


    1. Phyllis says:

      Demons that they are, this has just happened to me!

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