Hidden Cameras, Unseen Terror

“Mike was sketching, I was scrolling, just another quiet Tuesday night in the condo we' d built together. Our life was perfectly ordinary, perfectly peaceful. Then came the call: Mike' s mother-in-law, Brenda, had declared herself a reincarnated 1950s movie star, Lila LaRue. Even worse? She insisted Mike was her co-star, Johnny Starlight, reborn. Her eccentric claims quickly escalated into full-blown harassment: relentless calls, unannounced visits, and her moving directly across the hall. She left bizarre notes, stalked my grocery runs, and even planted hidden cameras in our bedroom. The nightmare culminated when her public theatrics cost Mike his job, leaving him utterly shattered. The police offered only a slap on the wrist, powerless against her unyielding delusion. Mike was terrified, his career destroyed, our privacy shattered beyond repair. How could the system be so blind to this sinister obsession? But as Mike reached his absolute breaking point, a cold, calculated rage ignited within me. Brenda demanded an audience for her performance? Fine. I decided to give her one she' d never forget, arming myself with a smartphone and a plan to expose her madness to the entire world.”