A Stranger Has Been Secretly Filming Me For Years

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I was never really a private person, but now I know privacy is absolutely golden.
After a calming hot shower, I walked into my room while drying my hair with a towel as I
clutched another on my chest. The view from my balcony shocked me as it always did; I
could see the city’s lights like fireflies in the summer. Our neighborhood was on a hill, with a
cliff that gave us the best view in the city. My floor to ceiling windows had the best view in
the house, which is why I called dibs on this room before my siblings could get their hands
on it. It was a beautiful room to take pictures in. Pictures of me and my friends, but mostly
me, decorated the walls of my room.
I opened the glass door to my balcony to let some fresh air in and heard loud rustling coming
from the bushes below. I figured it was my parents in the garden, so I didn’t give it much
thought at the time. I turned to my bed where my pajamas were laid out. After changing
quickly, I shut the balcony door and closed my sheer turquoise curtains. I stayed up a long
time, laying in bed and scrolling through the pictures I took earlier that day to decide which
ones to post online and listening to music. Posting pictures of myself online had become a
habit that I actually quite enjoyed. Something about hearing my phone buzz with notifications
of likes and comments felt good. When I removed my earbuds to go to sleep, I heard a light
tapping sound coming from my window. I figured it was a branch tapping against the glass,
because of the wind, so I turned my back to it and went to sleep.
The following night, when I turned off the light, I saw a faint blinking red light coming from
behind my curtains. It was accompanied by the tapping noise, but now it was louder, and
apparently more urgent. It sounded as if someone was on my balcony, but it couldn’t be.
How would someone get on it? I figured the light must be coming from a house below the
hill, and drifted off to sleep to sleep. I want to kick myself every time I think back to how
naive and oblivious I was.
Every night I saw the blinking red light and heard the tapping sound, some days fast and
loud, some days slow and faint. It was starting to keep me up. It started appearing in my
dreams. If I dreamt I was at school, the lights would suddenly turn red. If I dreamt I was at
the beach, the SUN would turn red! I was very stressed, with bags under my eyes, and I
went through my days dreading having to go to sleep, looking at the clock every five
seconds with nervousness. My friends noticed I looked terrible and was always in a drowsy
state, so they picked me up in a car and took me shopping. As we walked down a busy
shopping street, with elbows hooked, I started feeling much better. The weather was
beautiful and warm, and my parents had given me plenty of money to spend because they
thought I was just sad. I didn’t tell them about the tapping or the light, because they would’ve
made me switch rooms.
After walking out of yet another store with a purchase, I noticed there was an old man
looking at me kinda weird. He was smiling at me, but then he pointed and laughed. It wasn’t
a mocking laugh. it was sort of like a joyful laugh. I found it strange, but I honestly thought I
was wrong and he wasn’t looking at me, so I ignored him and kept walking. While walking
past a video game store, I heard my name shouted.

“Samantha!” Said a voice in the store.
My friends and I turned and we saw a big group of teenage boys. They all slightly resembled
geckos, all pale and thin and slimy looking. They were staring at me with dumbfounded smile
son their faces and huge, surprised eyes.
“Can I get a pic with you?” A short boy near the back of the group asked. Before I could
reply, slid an arm over my shoulders and rested his grubby little hand on my shoulder,
snapping a picture of the both of us.
“Great, thanks!” He said.
Around five other boys did the same an took pictures of me and with me. They must follow
me on social media, I thought.

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