Someone Kept Painting My Garage Door Black Every Night—Until My Hidden Camera Revealed Who Was Really Behind It

up,” I whispered.

He groaned and rolled over. “What time is it?”

“Look at this.”

I held the phone in front of him.

The sleep disappeared from his face almost immediately.

“What the hell?”

“It’s Kelsie.”

He sat up so quickly that he knocked his pillow onto the floor.

We watched in silence as she dipped the roller into the paint tray and dragged another thick black stripe across the

white garage door.

Then she stepped backward, examining her work.

She seemed almost satisfied.

Toby stared at the screen, his jaw tightening.

“I’m going outside.”

I grabbed his arm.

“Wait.”