PART 1
The sound echoed through the mansion hallway.
The old woman didn’t move.
Didn’t scream.
Didn’t even blink.
The young wife stood there shaking.
For weeks she had woken up to the same nightmare.
A figure standing in her doorway.
Watching.
Always watching.
Every night the mother-in-law appeared closer.
Silent.
Motionless.
Tonight she had finally snapped.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”
The old woman slowly touched her cheek.
Then smiled.
A strange smile.
Not angry.
Relieved.
The wife froze.
Relieved?
The old woman pointed toward the bedroom ceiling.
Nothing else.
Then she walked away.
The young wife looked up.
At first she saw nothing.
Then a tiny red light blinked.
Her blood turned cold.
Someone had hidden a camera above her bed.
And suddenly—
She heard the front door unlock.
Her husband wasn’t supposed to be home.
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PART 2
The wife grabbed a chair.
Ripped the camera from the ceiling.
A memory card fell out.
Her hands shook.
The front door opened downstairs.
Footsteps.
Her husband.
He entered smiling.
Until he saw the camera.
His face went white.
The wife inserted the memory card into her laptop.
Video after video appeared.
Weeks of recordings.
Every night.
Every conversation.
Every private moment.
The husband lunged toward the computer.
“TURN THAT OFF!”
The wife stared at him.
Then the final recording played.
A masked man entering the room while she slept.
Checking the windows.
Checking the locks.
Then leaving.
The wife looked at the mother-in-law.
The old woman finally spoke.
“I wasn’t watching you.”
She pointed at the screen.
“I was watching him.”
Then the husband ran for the door.
