The footage showed them sneaking around during the night — mainly when I was out running errands or early in the morning when I went to get groceries.
The intruder was so silent and methodical that I realized this had been happening for longer than I could have imagined.
Panicked, I called the police and showed them the footage. The officer who came over was just as disturbed as I was.
“We’ll increase patrols in the area, ma’am,” he said, clearly uneasy as he looked at the paused image of the figure.
“But until we catch this person, you need to be extra careful. Lock all your doors and windows.”
I nodded, but the sense of unease didn’t leave me.
I couldn’t continue living in fear, constantly on edge in my own home. So, I asked the officer to help me set up a plan.
He suggested I leave the house during the day but stay nearby to monitor the live feed. That way, if the intruder returned, the police would be ready.
The next day, I packed a small bag, pretending I was heading out to run errands.
But instead, I went to a small café across the street from my house, where I could clearly see my front door from the window seat.
I set up my laptop, nervously watching the live feed from my cameras.
For hours, nothing happened. My heart raced, but I tried to distract myself with a book.
