😵😲For several days in a row, I kept finding toothpicks in the lock of my door and thought it was just the neighborhood kids messing around — until I installed a camera and saw who was actually getting on my nerves. I didn’t call the police — I had something much better for someone who likes to play strange games.
When I came home after an exhausting shift, dreaming only of a hot shower and silence, the door suddenly refused to obey. The key jammed, as if the lock had declared war on me. I was about to yell across the whole stairwell when I noticed something tiny stuck in the slit.
A toothpick. Carefully, almost professionally, inserted into the lock cylinder.
At first, I thought it was a stupid prank by local teenagers. But when everything repeated again the next day, it became clear someone was doing it on purpose.
I called my brother. He inspected the lock with the seriousness of a specialist and said:
— Yes, someone did this intentionally — he said as he pulled out the damn toothpick.
I managed to get inside. I sighed with relief.
— Maybe it’s kids? — I tried to hope.
— No. Kids aren’t this precise.
My brother and I decided to install a surveillance camera.
That evening, I was sitting in the car staring at my phone when at 19:14 a notification came.
I opened the video… and my heart dropped to my stomach.
On the screen — my ex. The person I had hoped never to see again. The one who could smile and lie at the same time.
He was standing at my door, methodically, almost cold-bloodedly, pushing a toothpick into the lock.
😏😮After the third time, I was boiling with anger. But I didn’t call the police. No. I had my own plan. I needed to understand why he was doing it.
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I didn’t call the police. Instead, my brother — who had some experience with small “noise devices” — and I prepared small but powerful triggers, like little poppers that would go off the moment someone touched the lock.
The next day I saw him at my door again. He was clearly convinced he could repeat his little stunt. As soon as his hand touched the lock… bang! The small devices went off one after another, making a loud crack that echoed through the entire courtyard.
I had the phone on livestream. Every scream, every startled jump was visible to everyone: friends, coworkers, acquaintances. His confidence evaporated instantly, replaced by fear and embarrassment.
The whole spectacle turned against him: friends avoided him, coworkers exchanged glances, and his attempt to scare me turned into a public humiliation.
I simply stood there, watching, feeling a quiet victory. No police calls, no threats — just my preparation and his own mistakes exposing him for everyone to see.
