EPT“Those are some shitty cameras!” I thought. “They remind me of my old ones I sold on Ebay.”
I decided that today was the day I would try to...break John. Although he thought he had cameras installed throughout my house, I knew there was one room he didn’t: My closet. For some reason he overlooked it when duct taping cameras everywhere. I never even found the one he put in my fireplace until I accidentally melted it... I was positive that my closet was free from John’s prying eyes though.
I proceeded to move my laptop into the small room, avoiding camera sight-lines along the way, and wirelessly linked it to my other laptop in my car. I figured John would likely break into my house to fix his buzzing camera by the end of the day. I completed my morning routine as normal so John wouldn’t know anything was wrong. I went to work afterwards, or, at least as far as John is concerned, I did. Work for me actually consisted of camping out a block away from home and watching what John was up to.
When I left I decided to leave the front door unlocked so John wouldn’t damage my house trying to get in...again. It wasn’t even a few seconds after I left that John came out and pretended to check his mail. He even had his signature toolbox with him. I didn’t ask what he kept in there. Probably pornography magazines knowing John. Before I even left my driveway though John had already crossed through my front yard and was at my door. He even waved hello at me. I decided to just stay and see how John would make it into my house. Unfortunately, after about 5 minutes of just standing at my front door, he still hadn’t even tried opening it to see if it was unlocked yet. Suddenly John picked up the fake rock next to my door.
“Success! He sees my rock with the house key hidden inside!”
I then watched in horror as John stuck one of his stupid pre-signed sticky notes on my rock and threw it through a second floor window.
After John had spent another five minutes standing at my door, presumably lost in thought, he found out the door was unlocked and made his way to my room. I pulled out my laptop and started remotely working on the one in my closet. I knew I had time though. My own hidden cameras had showed me that John was busy looking at some magazines in my room. He could be hours.
After expertly photoshopping myself into a few different pornographic videos and uploading them to my closet laptop for John to “accidentally” stumble into, I linked my own cameras that I hid in John’s house to the closet laptop as well. I even knew about his “secret room” that he used specifically for spying on me: The kitchen...
I watched through my laptop’s camera as John finally broke into my closet and viewed a particularly disgusting pornographic film that I starred in. He followed up by clicking on the livestream of his house. I watched as he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank god Jeff's not raping me.” he said.
…
With that, he attempted to clean up some of the damage he made around my house. He ended up cutting himself on some broken glass and bleeding throughout my house though, making an even bigger mess than there was when he started.
As he walked out of my front door, he waved at me again, still sitting in the driveway.
“Perhaps he’s not as innocent as I first thought.”
