The And the I recently moved into this quaint suburban neighborhood and ever since I've had a sense of unease.

The residents here were friendly enough, always waving

and offering warm smiles as I walked by, but there was something about their

gazes that left me feeling on edge.

One evening, as I returned home from work, I noticed a flyer in my mailbox,

an invitation to join the neighborhood watch, a group of residents dedicated to keeping the community safe.

I kind of laughed to myself,

because I always thought that was sort of a thing of the past,

but I considered attending a meeting,

but my schedule was already packed,

and I had little time for social engagements at the time.

As the weeks went by, I couldn't help but notice the watch members becoming increasingly

more visible.

They patrolled the streets at all hours. They even had walkie-talkies and they

were crackling with static as they exchanged updates and reports. It was pretty corny. But I appreciated their dedication to our safety, but I couldn't shake the

feeling that they were watching me just a little too closely. It's worth noting that these stairs

and unwanted attention was nothing new for me.

I have a neon green mohawk and a tattoo of a moth on my neck.

One night, after returning from a late shift at the office, I found my front door wide open. Panic surged through me as I

started to rush inside fearing for the worst of being robbed. To my relief, nothing appeared

to be missing or damaged, and I just chocked it up to my own carelessness

and resolved to being more vigilant in the future. After all, it was pretty windy,

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