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They say that loneliness is a disease, that it can eat away at you, leaving

nothing but a hollow shell.

Some have even called me lonely.

After all, I'm just a single man in a small town occupying a large, empty

But the truth is, I'm not lonely, because I have them.

I don't know when or how or why the obsession started.

All I know is I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn't watching people.

In parks, at libraries, coffee shops, and now from the comfort of my

laptop.

After my mother died, I rented out her home to a variety of tenants.

I set up 12 different surveillance cameras around the house for my own

entertainment.

I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

And the best part was, nothing I did was even criminal.

Because I told all of them about the cameras.

My favorite part of the property is a great view of the mountain out back.

Follow me. You're gonna love it.

Most of my tenants paid little mind to the cameras, quickly revealing their

darkest realities.

None of them suspected that I was sitting there, relishing every moment of

lives.

Until Melissa.

Are you watching me right now?

But I'll get to her in a bit.

No matter what anyone might say about boyers, I don't do it for any sadistic

reason. I do it for sheer entertainment.

The same way you might watch TV.

And if this were TV, my tenants created the most compelling storyline.

Chad and Lily were the first couple to ever draw me in.

Their relationship I likened to a late -night softcore.

A bunch of meaningless dialogue, followed by the ultimate payoff.

By day, they were just this typical suburban couple.

But by night they transformed into these deviant sexual creatures.

Have you been a bad girl?

I've been really, really, really bad.

Really, really not.

Yeah, I keep thinking about your big dick and I don't get any work done.

I just want you to fuck me in every single room of this house.

I can't stop being a 30 -foot baby.

Oh,

no.

I don't mean to be a bad girl.

You want to be a bad girl?

Hurt your back.

Oh my God, there we are.

Happy, happy, happy, happy, yes.

Good girl.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

It's so fucking bad. I do. It's so good. It's so good. I've been dreaming about

it. I've been thinking about it.

Say please.

Please.

Please, let this cock in my pussy.

The duality of Chad and Lily's marriage was one of the greatest joys in my life.

I derived such pleasure from their pleasure.

I rooted for them.

But, as with all tenants,

eventually they moved on.

It was a sad day when they handed me their last rent check.

Ryan and Valentina, every argument more extreme than the last, all building

towards the explosive season finale.

I was rooting for Valentina and Ryan to somehow find common ground, but

Valentina had set her sights on someone new.

None of them suspected that I was sitting there, until Melissa.

After my mother died, I rented out her home to a variety of tenants.

I set up 12 different surveillance cameras around the house for my own

entertainment. I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

Ryan and Valentina, every argument more extreme than the last, all building

towards the explosive season finale.

I was rooting for Valentina and Ryan to somehow find common ground, but

Valentina, had set her sights on someone new.

I had to wait almost an entire year for my next show.

Melissa and Lyra.

They were my favorite primetime drama, offering a little bit of everything.

Intrigue, love, lust, romance.

conflict, heartache, and renewal.

They moved in at the height of the honeymoon phase.

They could barely keep their hands off one another for even a moment.

But, as with all relationships,

their lust -fueled affair tempered when time and reality set in.

Okay, so I'm going to tell you something, but I don't want you to get

Okay.

I just feel like maybe we need to change it up a little bit.

Maybe add some penis into our life.

You mean with a strap -on?

Uh, no.

I mean, you know I'm bi.

It could be like a threesome.

You were straight when I met you.

Yeah, but then I met you.

I know.

I don't need penis.

I do.

Come on, just meet him.

He's super nice and open -minded.

He's not looking for anything serious.

Wait, you already have someone picked out?

I felt for Melissa.

I could tell from the look on her face she didn't want this.

But there was no stopping Lyra.

Don't be so nervous.

I'm not.

As hot as it was, I didn't like seeing Melissa so torn.

She was such a vulnerable woman.

So sweet.

It hurt me to watch.

I told you we needed some dick.

I mean, come on.

Yesterday was amazing.

It was.

Can I get you guys some orange juice?

I'll take some orange juice.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you.

Up until this moment... Everyone who had lived in my house were simply

characters in their own TV show.

But all that changed on this particular morning.

Are you watching me right now?

If you are,

how fucked up is my life?

And I fall in love with this great girl, and she's upstairs lying in the arms of

this great guy.

Only. That's my life.

How's it going?

It was the first time anyone had acknowledged the camera's existence.

Nobody ever paid attention to the cameras.

And now that she did, it changed everything.

I felt violated and liberated at the same time.

I couldn't keep an emotional distance if one of the characters acknowledged me.

Acknowledgement meant that I became a character in the story, not just an

observer. So, Michael's been spending a lot of time with us.

Yeah, I really like him.

I like him too.

Good.

But maybe we should focus on us a little.

We are.

Michael's just an extension of us.

What does that even mean?

Come on.

Melissa, stop being jealous.

You know I need this.

Not tonight.

I have a migraine.

You guys have fun, though.

Are you there?

I'm here.

Listen to them.

How happy they sound together.

She never makes that sound when I kiss her.

I'm losing her and she won't even admit it.

If you're out there, stay with me.

Until it's over.

I don't want to be alone.

Not yet.

my balls in your mouth like that.

inside of it.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

You fucked me.

I'm not so fucking good.

I think it's an object.

If you're the one who's watching, or if you hear this at all, leaning at the

spot and running to each other hiking,

then you're talking.

So you have been watching on camera?

I'm always watching.

What have you seen?

Fighting.

Heartbreak.

Loneliness.

Sex.

So, what's so different about me that maybe you can?

You were you.

Authentic.

Hopeful.

Scared.

You were everything that I feel.

Now when I leave here, are you going to watch me on your laptop?

Yeah.

After my mother died, I rented out her home to a variety of tenants.

I set up 12 different surveillance cameras around the house for my own

entertainment. I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

Melissa and Lyra.

They could barely keep their hands off one another for even a moment.

But their lust -fueled affair tempered when time and reality set in.

Maybe we need to change it up a little bit.

Maybe... Add some penis in her life.

Come on, just meet him.

He's super nice and open -minded.

He's not looking for anything serious.

I didn't know whether Melissa took her one -sided

conversations with me seriously or if I was simply a virtual diary for her to

confide in.

Would she have confided in the real me if I was standing right in front of her?

Logan? As fate would have it, I got my answer. I'm the girl that's living in

your house. Oh, I know.

Sorry.

I know who you are.

We always pay on time.

How's everything going?

No, we're good.

Everything's okay? We're good.

So I didn't know you were much of a hiker.

Oh.

Yeah,

you know, because I work from home, so, you know, hiking's like my one

connection to the outside world.

I get that.

I get lonely sometimes, too.

Anyway, it was great seeing you.

Yeah. Yeah, likewise.

For weeks, I waited for her to say something, anything to me, to

existence behind the camera, but she didn't.

And for the first time in all the years of watching, I felt lonely.

I didn't want to watch anymore.

I wanted to participate.

And as with any primetime drama, my story soon took a drastic turn.

Oh, no, I'm good.

Can you guys have fun with us?

We love you.

Logan, if you're the one who's watching, or if you hear this at all, meeting at

the spot we're running to each other hiking,

I need to talk to you.

But you have been watching the camera?

I'm always watching.

What have you seen?

Anything and everything that's happened on the security cameras

I've seen.

Fighting.

Heartbreak.

Loneliness.

I'm sorry.

Did that freak you out?

Yes. No.

In a really fucked up way.

Kind of comforting.

Knowing that someone's watching.

I felt very alone since we've moved in.

You're not alone.

I'm here.

You know, I've learned so much about you from watching your life.

More so than I probably would have had I just been... Living your own?

You taught me that I can truly care about somebody else.

That their pain can also be my pain.

Sorry,

it's not even real life.

It's real life.

It's always been real life.

Just because you're watching it from your laptop doesn't make it any less

So, what's so different about me that made you care?

You... were you.

Authentic.

Hopeful.

Scared. Lost.

You were everything that I feel.

Only you make me want to make those bad parts all better.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I gave Melissa a million reasons not to like me, but she still did.

She said it was because she understood me, that she connected with me on a

deeper level.

She had done what I always thought I was incapable of doing, seeing people for

who they really were without all the cameras.

Sorry. The next night, Melissa ended things with Lyra and Michael.

She told them she needed something more.

And so did I.

The fetish of watching would always be a huge part of who I was.

But now it wasn't the only part.

After all, when one show ends, another must begin.

Well, you just arrived.

Oh, my God.

You're cute, aren't you? You're so happy.

Yeah.

Okay, let's get down to that.

Hey.

They say that loneliness is a disease, that it can eat away at you, leaving

nothing but a hollow shell.

Some have even called me lonely.

But the truth is, I'm not lonely, because I have them.

After my mother died, I rented out her home to a variety of tenants.

I set up 12 different surveillance cameras around the house for my own

entertainment. I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

Chad and Lily were the first couple to ever draw me in.

They transformed into these deviant sexual creatures.

None of them suspected that I was sitting there.

Until Melissa.

It didn't take long for a new couple to move in.

Ryan and Valentina.

And if Chad and Lily were a late -night softcore, these two were the ultimate

reality show.

Melodrama after melodrama. Every argument more extreme than the last. All

building towards the explosive season finale.

I'd never seen two people go at each other more.

And it wasn't until Ryan's brother Van moved in that anything changed.

Van was the ultimate good mood pill.

Someone both of them could laugh with and be civil to.

After all, Ryan didn't want his brother to think that he was the world's most

volatile husband.

And Valentina, well, Valentina didn't want Van to think that she was a raging

cunt of a wife.

I genuinely enjoyed watching the dynamic shift from one of anger to one of

enjoyment. I was rooting for Valentina and Ryan to somehow find common ground

and forgive one another for being so awful.

But, just like most reality shows, that never happened.

Because Valentina had set her sights on someone new.

No, no, Valentina, we can't.

Oh, come on.

You don't want to know how I'd be funny.

I mean, I do, but he's my family, and I'm not going to. I'm your family, too.

I'm your sister, too.

Yeah, but I don't. I'm nothing.

You never know.

Mmmmm.

the greatest series finale in all the series I'd ever watched.

Sadly, it never got renewed for another season.

Valentina and Ryan moved out a few weeks later.

I don't know what ever came of either of them.

I hate you!

Get out!

Get out!

I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

Melissa and Lyra.

They could barely keep their hands off one another for even a moment.

But their lust -fueled affair tempered when time and reality set in.

Maybe we need to change it up a little bit.

Maybe add some penis in our lives.

Come on, just meet him.

He's super nice and open -minded.

He's not looking for anything serious.

None of them suspected that I was sitting there.

Until Melissa.

Are you watching me right now?