I didn’t tell anyone. Leonardo was away on a project in Monterrey. I didn’t trust the neighbors. So I decided to act alone. I installed a small hidden camera in a flowerpot in front of the bathroom, just to see what Daniela was doing in there.
The next night, when she came in, I opened the feed on my cell phone. But curiously, the image went blank for almost 40 minutes. Night vision was still active, but it only showed faint shadows. When Daniela left, the image returned to normal.
“Did she uncover the camera? Did she cover it up?” I thought, already truly alarmed.
The next day, I removed the camera. It was working perfectly.
That night I tried something else: I approached the bathroom door and listened carefully.
Just as I suspected—the water wasn’t flowing consistently. I could hear her turning the faucet on and off from time to time, as if pretending. Sometimes I heard murmurs—as if she were speaking very quietly, perhaps on the phone.
And suddenly, I put my ear closer—and I clearly heard a male voice:
“Yes, just hold on a bit. I’m going to come out.”
My heart almost stopped.
There was a man in the bathroom!
It was just her and me in the house… so who was that voice?