Unwelcome Surveillance

I live alone in a tiny house in Canada, and this happened about six and a

half years ago. One morning, I opened my front door to grab groceries… and froze.

A plain, unlabelled USB stick was sitting on my doorstep. No note.

No explanation. Like an idiot in a horror movie, I plugged it into my PC.

It was full of photos. Only photos. The first few? Random spots around my town.

Harmless. The fourth one? A crowded street… with me right in the middle of the

frame. Okay—small town, weird coincidence, right? Then came another

picture. Same day. Same town. Still me. Closer this time.