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She thought of the raccoon. She thought of her mother’s sad song. She thought of Jeremy, who she later learned had been diagnosed with autism and found the blinking red light of the doorbell camera soothing to look at. She thought of Mrs. Gable, now avoiding her gaze.

Then Mrs. Gable from next door knocked on the door. She was a kind, bird-like woman who brought over zucchini bread every August. Her face was not kind today. It was pinched and pale. Village girl bathing hidden cam

In the grainy, wide-angle view of the living room camera, Eleanor tried to lift Oliver from his bouncer. Her back twinged; Laura could see it in the way her mother’s hand flew to her spine. Eleanor then did something she’d never admit to: she placed Oliver on the couch, sat down heavily, and rested her head in her hands for a long, terrible minute. Then she got up, made a bottle, and fed the baby with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She thought of the raccoon

The real trouble began with a notification. A soft ping on her phone, 2:17 AM. “Motion detected – Back Yard.” Laura, groggy, opened the feed. The infrared night vision painted the world in shades of ghostly green. There was nothing. Just the oak tree, the fence, the faint shimmer of dew on the grass. Then she saw it: a shape, low to the ground, moving along the fence line. Not a raccoon. Too big. A person. Someone in a dark hoodie, crouching, moving with a horrible, deliberate slowness. She thought of Mrs

Laura took a ladder, a screwdriver, and a small hammer to the living room camera. She pried it off the wall, dangled it by its wire, and then smashed it against the brick fireplace. The little white orb shattered into plastic shards and a tiny, blinking green circuit board. It was a violent, satisfying act.

“Their hot tub is not public view! It’s behind a six-foot fence!”