January 12 - The House Sitter

When Bill and Rachel got home from two weeks in the Caymans, they both immediately noticed that something felt off in their house, but they didn't say anything at first. After taking the luggage upstairs and getting a drink of water, Rachel couldn't ignore the nagging she was feeling any more and she asked Bill if he felt anything strange too.
"I wasn't going to say anything, but yeah. It's like--", but he didn't have the words to finish his thought. This made Rachel feel like they were probably getting the same vibe because she couldn't really put what she was feeling into words either.
"Yeah, me too," she said, scrunching up her face like something smelled bad, even though it didn't. "It's like the air is different or--yeah, I don't know. Did Paul say anything?"
"I don't know, that's what I'm checking now."
Bill picked up the note that Paul, their house sitter, had left for them with the mail on the kitchen counter. "Hi guys, welcome back. Hope you had a great time . . . blah, blah, blah . . . Yeah, no. Nothing here."
They let the matter drop and went back to unpacking and getting settled.
It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that what had felt off about their house revealed itself to Bill.
Sitting in front of the computer in his office, he slowly, horrifyingly realized that the video he was watching online had been shot in their house.
Everything in the background was unmistakably theirs: the cathedral ceilings, the fireplace, the artwork on the walls, the lamps, and the bedroom.
Oh God, the bedroom.
The video continued to play as Bill put the pieces together.
Paul told us he was a video producer.
But he never said what kind of videos.
On the flickering screen in front of Bill, a third person joined the action taking place in the bedroom where he and his wife slept every night.
Oh, Jesus.
He lost his breath and his heart pounded as he watched the video on his computer screen.
He was shocked, outraged, nauseous.
Speechless.
But in the end, he knew he wouldn't confront Paul, nor would he ever tell Rachel about what he'd seen, because eventually one of them would get around to asking him how he knew about the video. And he simply had no justifiable reason why he was checking out www.grannyfucker.com again.