My Neighbor Mocked Me For Installing Cameras. Then I Showed Him The Footage Of His Wife On My Porch At 2 AM

Last week, I mounted two small cameras on my porch after a run of odd, late-night visits on our street. Greg, my neighbor, mocked me every chance he got, while Dana told me to let the footage speak. I kept quiet, saved everything, and waited for the right time. By morning, I had what I needed. I invited Greg over, and Lacey hovered near their fence, pretending not to listen. I set my tablet on the table, took a breath, and pressed play. Greg smirked, then froze. The next frame wiped the smile off his face, and Officer Hughes would soon hear why.

I kept the delivery receipts in a drawer and marked dates with a red pen. Three separate drop-offs never made it past my steps, and the drivers confirmed they left them by the mat. I bought two porch cameras that afternoon and carried a ladder out to the front walk. One unit faced the entryway, the other covered the driveway and gate. I decided to stop talking about it and start recording what actually happened.

Greg leaned on his car and watched me set the first mount. He shook his head and told me the neighborhood didn’t need this kind of attention. He laughed about raccoons and porch goblins while I tightened the bracket. I kept my hands steady and asked him to pass the screws. He called the setup overkill, then smiled for the lens like he was in on a joke.