I found it by accident.
An orange extension lead snaked from my neighbor’s garage… straight into the outdoor socket on the back of my house.
I marched over and knocked.
When he opened the door, I pointed at it. “That’s my power. It’s on my meter.”
He smirked like I was being dramatic. “Relax. It’s only pennies.”
That night, I installed a lockable cover over the socket and went to bed feeling proud of myself.
The next morning, I opened my mailbox and saw a folded note inside.
YOU THINK YOU’RE SMART.
CHECK YOUR GARAGE.
My stomach dropped.
I ran out back, heart pounding… and threw open the garage door.
At first, everything looked normal.
Then I saw it.
A brand-new extension lead…
running from my wall outlet…
into a small black box…
with a blinking red light.
And taped to it was a second note:
“Since you locked the socket… I found a better one.”
I froze.
Because the box wasn’t charging anything.
It was recording.
