[Music] we moved to Palmer for a fresh start the neighborhood was perfect quiet streets friendly faces and kids playing outside our new house was everything we wanted and our neighbors seemed nice enough except for one Mr John lived alone in the house across the street he was an older man with a Stern face and gray hair we rarely saw him during the day his blinds were always drawn and his lights only came on at night it was strange but we didn't think much of it at first one evening while unpacking I heard strange noises coming
from its house it sounded like scraping and muffled voices I brushed it off figuring it was just an old house making noises but then the sounds of became more frequent and curiosity got the better of me have you noticed anything weird about Mr John I asked my husband Mike he's probably just a private person Mike replied though he seemed uneasy too one night while I was taking out the trash I saw Mr Jon in his window staring directly at our house it sent chills down my spine I hurried back inside and locked the door Mr
John was watching me I told Mike my voice shaking maybe we should check it out he said his expression serious a few nights later we decided to investigate Mike and I waited until dark then snuck over to Mr John's house we peaked through a gap in the curtains and saw him in the basement surrounded by surveillance equipment there were monitors showing live feeds of our house our yard and even inside our home newspaper clippings of local crimes covered the walls what is he doing I whispered horrified we need to get out of here Mike said
pulling me back we rushed home our minds racing the realization that Mr JN had been watching us was terrifying we called the police but when they arrived Mr JN denied everything they found nothing in his basement the equipment and clippings were gone that night I couldn't sleep every noise made me jump around midnight the doorbell rang Mike and I exchanged worried glances before he went to answer it standing on our porch was Mr John holding the small box what do you want Mike demanded I need to talk to you Mr John said his voice calm
but menacing about what I asked stepping closer to Mike I've been watching you because I need to protect you he said opening the box to reveal a stack of photographs they were were all of us taken without our knowledge there are dangerous people in this neighborhood get away from us Mike said slamming the door we called the police again but by the time they arrived Mr John was back in his house they warned him to stay away from us but it did little to ease our fears we installed security cameras and tried to go back
to normal but the feeling of being watched never left us a few days later we noticed Mr John's house was eerily quiet no lights no sounds the police checked on him and found the basement empty Mr JN had vanished Without a Trace to this day I still wonder what his true intentions were was he really trying to protect us or was his obsession something more Sinister the quiet streets of Palmer now held a dark secret that haunted our every step [Music] it started as just another day of college I was rushing to my morning class
coffee in hand when my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number good morning Emma running late for class again I frowned and looked around half expecting to see a friend playing a prank but there was no one I recognized I ignored the message and continued with my day by lunchtime I had forgotten about it a few days later another message arrived how was your coffee date with Alex he seemed really interested in you this one made me stop in my tracks my coffee date with Alex had been completely private we hadn't even posted
about it on social media I showed the message to my friend Sarah that's creepy she said her eyes wide do you think someone's spying on you it's probably just a stupid prank I said trying to sound confident but a chill ran down my spine the messages kept coming each one more intrusive than the last they mentioned private conversations I had with my roommates detailed my class schedule and even knew what I wore each day I changed my routine hoping to throw off whoever was watching me but it didn't help why are you ignoring me Emma
one text read you can't escape me I decided to confide in my friends we gathered in my dorm room our face is serious this has gone too far Sarah said looking around at the others we need to find out who this is do you know anyone who might be doing this Jake another friend asked I shook my head no one comes to mind I mean not someone who would do something like this Jake suggested we trace the number he had a friend in the computer science department who ow vote him a favor it took a
few days but we finally got a lead the number was traced back to a fellow student named Mark he was in one of my classes but we had never really spoken why would he do this I asked feeling a mix of fear and confusion we need to confront him Sarah said determination in her voice the next day we waited for Mark outside of class when he appeared I stepped forward my heart heart pounding Mark can we talk I asked trying to keep my voice steady he looked surprised but nodded we moved to a quiet corner
and I showed him the messages are you the one sending these I demanded his face turned pale and he stammered I didn't mean to scare you Emma I just I like you and I didn't know how to tell you following me spying on me that's not how you show you like someone I was trembling with anger Mark admitted to everything he had hacked into my phone my social media even installed cameras in my dorm the depth of his obsession was terrifying we reported him to the college authorities and he was expelled and handed over to
the police even now I can't shake the feeling of being watched The Experience left me paranoid always looking over my shoulder the messages may have stopped but the fear lingers a constant reminder of how quickly someone can invade your life and shatter your sense of security we were so excited for our weekend getaway we found a secluded cabin on AR nestled in the mountains perfect for Escaping The City the photos online showed a Charming little place with beautiful views it seemed ideal when we arrived the first thing we noticed was how isolated it was no
neighbors no cell service just the two of us and the dense forest surrounding the cabin the air was fresh and Crisp And The Silence was both calming and Eerie the hosts and elderly couple named Margaret and Henry greeted us warmly they were friendly maybe a little too friendly Margaret insisted on giving us a tour pointing out the best hiking trails and local attractions don't wander too far off the paths she warned with a strange intensity it can be dangerous out here Henry showed us around the cabin it was quaint but had a few Oddities some
doors were locked and he seemed evasive when we asked about them just storage he said quickly nothing to worry about we settled in trying to shake off the uneasy feeling but that night things took a turn for the worse we found small cameras hidden in the living room and bedroom they were cleverly concealed almost undetectable my heart raced as I showed them to my boyfriend Mark why would they have cameras here I asked my voice trembling maybe for security Mark suggested but he didn't sound convinced we decided to confront Margaret and Henry the next day
but that night we discovered something even more disturbing in a drawer his under some old magazines were photos of us photos taken while we were sleeping they showed us in the bed vulnerable and unaware some were close-ups of our faces our eyes closed in peaceful Slumber we need to leave now Mark said his face pale we packed our bags in a rush our fear mounting with every minute as we were about to leave Margaret appeared at the door going somewhere she asked her eyes glinting with something sinister we're leaving now Mark said firmly oh but
you just got here she said stepping closer is something wrong why do you have cameras in the cabin I demanded Margaret's friendly facade cracked it's for your own safety she said but her voice was cold we pushed past her and ran to the car as we sped down the dirt road I glanced back to see Henry standing in the doorway watching us leave with a grim expression we drove straight to the nearest town and called the police they took our report seriously and a few days later we received a call the police had searched the
cabin and found more hidden cameras as well as a collection of photos of other guests they've been doing this for years the officer said we've had reports of voyerism and other unsettling Behavior but nothing concrete until now I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched even after we returned home the memory of those photos haunted me our weekend getaway had turned into a nightmare and the Charming cabin in the mountains would forever be tainted by the Sinister Secrets it held
