She Stole Half My Closet. So I Went Spy Mode.

It started with my favorite hoodie smelling wrong. Not dirty, just… off. Like it’d been living somewhere hidden. Then the drawer jammed. I yanked it out and found a stash—a mess of socks, wrappers, receipts, even half a slipper. Things I’d thought lost or blamed on my own forgetfulness. On top? My passport. Open. Like a warning. Every night, something else disappeared. So I filled the space with tinfoil and lemon peels, hid a speaker playing soft barking, even left a treat as bait. The stash is gone now. But the quiet watcher waits nearby, like a lookout. I’m sure the thief moved somewhere else—with an accomplice. The silent war’s just begun. #NoFilter #PettyWins #QuietWar