Detective

Who could be doing this? And why? Could it be someone you knew at another time in your life? Could it be someone you've never met? They're obviously dedicated to the con because the creepy messages don't let up. It's April now and you're sitting at your dining room table with a big poster board laid out in front of you. As you meticulously glue and place each new image, you get another message.

It's the same text me number. But this time, they've sent something new. Something much scarier. You don't want to look, but you can't help yourself, can you? The video opens, and your heart sinks. It's you right there, sitting at your dining room table. The camera is low, like the voyeur was crouched just outside the patio furniture, filming you through the window.

It's the same text me number. But this time, they've sent something new. Something much scarier. You don't want to look, but you can't help yourself, can you? The video opens, and your heart sinks. It's you right there, sitting at your dining room table. The camera is low, like the voyeur was crouched just outside the patio furniture, filming you through the window.

It's the same text me number. But this time, they've sent something new. Something much scarier. You don't want to look, but you can't help yourself, can you? The video opens, and your heart sinks. It's you right there, sitting at your dining room table. The camera is low, like the voyeur was crouched just outside the patio furniture, filming you through the window.

You feel your heart pounding in your throat as you replay the video again and again. You look at the angle and the way the camera dips slightly as if the person holding it was crouching. They were there. Right there. Only feet away from you. And you never even knew it. That's it. This isn't someone just being weird. This is dangerous. This is someone making unwanted contact.

You feel your heart pounding in your throat as you replay the video again and again. You look at the angle and the way the camera dips slightly as if the person holding it was crouching. They were there. Right there. Only feet away from you. And you never even knew it. That's it. This isn't someone just being weird. This is dangerous. This is someone making unwanted contact.

You feel your heart pounding in your throat as you replay the video again and again. You look at the angle and the way the camera dips slightly as if the person holding it was crouching. They were there. Right there. Only feet away from you. And you never even knew it. That's it. This isn't someone just being weird. This is dangerous. This is someone making unwanted contact.

You close the tab and click the phone icon, frantically punching in 911. You tell them everything. The messages, the video, how it feels like you're being hunted. They listen, and you file a report, but it doesn't make you feel much better, does it? So you grab your journal and you start writing.

You close the tab and click the phone icon, frantically punching in 911. You tell them everything. The messages, the video, how it feels like you're being hunted. They listen, and you file a report, but it doesn't make you feel much better, does it? So you grab your journal and you start writing.

You close the tab and click the phone icon, frantically punching in 911. You tell them everything. The messages, the video, how it feels like you're being hunted. They listen, and you file a report, but it doesn't make you feel much better, does it? So you grab your journal and you start writing.

These are the words of 23-year-old Ellie Weick.

These are the words of 23-year-old Ellie Weick.

These are the words of 23-year-old Ellie Weick.

She wrote it, but it wasn't enough. She still felt the weight of the anonymous voyeur pressing down on her every day.

She wrote it, but it wasn't enough. She still felt the weight of the anonymous voyeur pressing down on her every day.

She wrote it, but it wasn't enough. She still felt the weight of the anonymous voyeur pressing down on her every day.

For Ellie, the fear wasn't just in the messages or the video. It was in everything. The way she thought about herself. She felt like no one could help. She felt completely alone. And the truth was, she was alone. No one was taking her seriously.

For Ellie, the fear wasn't just in the messages or the video. It was in everything. The way she thought about herself. She felt like no one could help. She felt completely alone. And the truth was, she was alone. No one was taking her seriously.

For Ellie, the fear wasn't just in the messages or the video. It was in everything. The way she thought about herself. She felt like no one could help. She felt completely alone. And the truth was, she was alone. No one was taking her seriously.

The cop who filed the official statement was supposed to be in charge of Ellie's case, but he failed to log important evidence, and the whole thing was on a path to nowhere. Some cops are better than others, I guess. In the middle of this, Ellie was still looking for connection. Something to hold onto in the chaos. She was talking to a lot of people.