One evening, Dolores was returning home from the shop when she noticed her 31-year-old neighbor, Bob, peering into her house through the bushes. When he saw Dolores approaching, he quickened his pace and walked away.

However, the next day, she caught him staring at her from his bedroom window.
The elderly lady was creeped out, so she went inside and shut the door to her balcony. Later, when she looked out the window to see if Bob was still on the windowsill, she noticed he had vanished.
Since that day, Dolores had a sneaking suspicion that something wasn’t quite right. She decided she had to devise a strategy to protect herself before it was too late.
First, she installed cameras on her property and changed the locks.
At first, she thought it was all for nothing, as no one showed up at her house for a while. But one night, she was awakened by a loud noise.

It was past midnight when the crash came — sharp, like a pane of glass shattering.

One of the side windows had been smashed in. Tiny shards glinted on the carpet. The curtains were fluttering in the wind. Dolores backed away and grabbed the small remote from the hallway table. She clicked it twice — one of the security cameras was linked to her TV.

The footage loaded slowly, but then she saw it — a blurry figure ducking through the window. The person was wearing a hoodie, face obscured. But it was the build that caught her attention. Tall, lean. Just like Bob.

Dolores didn’t panic. Instead, she quietly grabbed the old cane Vernon had carved from cedar wood and slid her phone into the pocket of her robe. But instead of calling the police right away, she had another idea.

She moved slowly to the kitchen, where she flicked on the light deliberately.