“They Said I Was Imagining Things. Then My Hidden Camera Exposed the Neighbor Stealing From Me....

Описание: You know, I’ve always prided myself on having a sharp mind. Seventy-two years old and I could still run rings around most of the young whippersnappers at the local bridge club. I live alone in this charming little bungalow on Maple Street, and honestly, the quiet life suits me. But about six months ago, things started getting weird. And I mean really weird.
It started small. My first clue was Sir Reginald. Don't laugh, but Sir Reginald was my favorite garden gnome. He was slightly chipped, wore a tiny little fishing vest, and sat right by the welcome mat, guarding the porch. One Tuesday morning, I went out to get the newspaper, and Sir Reginald was gone. Poof. Vanished like a chocolate cake at a church picnic.
Now, I'm not a detective, but I knew I hadn't moved him. My memory is sharp, despite what my utterly useless son-in-law, Gary, insists. I figured maybe some neighborhood kids were playing a prank, so I bought a new, less distinguished gnome named Bartholomew, and life went on.
Then it happened again. Bartholomew disappeared a week later.
I started doing what any reasonable person would do: I cataloged every loss. It wasn't just the gnomes. It was the good porch shears—the red-handled Fiskars, not the cheap ones. My seasonal wreaths seemed to have a lifespan of about four days before they evaporated into thin air. And the Amazon packages? Oh, the packages were the worst.
I remember this one time, I ordered a very specific, hard-to-find yarn—a chunky alpaca blend—for a blanket I was knitting for my granddaughter, Clara. Tracking said 'Delivered: 1:30 PM, Left on Porch.' I went out at 1:45 PM. Empty porch. Not a strand of alpaca in sight.

#aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge