They called the police.
The cameras had caught me following them, so I was the prime suspect.
I said, "Excuse me, do you own this road? I can walk wherever I want."
As long as they didn't have any concrete evidence, I could deny everything.
I had no morals, so lying was as easy as breathing.
They were frustrated. They couldn't do anything to me.
After about a week, they let their guard down.
They actually started going back to work and school.
I couldn't let them get away with that.
They lived on the ground floor.
So, one dark and stormy night, I snuck into their backyard.
I crouched under their window and heard noises coming from inside. They were having sex.
I stood up slowly and pressed my face against the glass, watching them.
Then, just as they were getting to the good part, I took a deep breath and let out three loud, booming "Heys!"
My face was flattened against the glass, my nose and mouth squished. Combined with the pale moonlight, I could only imagine how terrifying I looked.
The dad saw me and fell off the bed.

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