The Man in My Smoke Detector

Someone was watching me sleep from inside my apartment and I had no idea. I live alone.

At least I thought I did. Things kept moving. My chair. Shampoo bottle.

Lights flicking on by themselves. I blamed it on stress. One night my phone buzzed.

New device connected to your wifi. I unplugged everything and sat in pure darkness holding

my breath. The next morning I noticed a tiny black dot in my smoke detector.

I climbed up to check. It was a camera. The police asked if I wanted to see

the footage. I wish I had said no. It showed me sleeping peacefully.

Then at three seventeen a.m. my bedroom door slowly opened. A man I had never seen before stepped