At 14, I stayed overnight at a friend’s house and spotted what looked like a hidden camera in the bedroom. Terrified, I covered it with a blanket. Minutes later, her dad burst in, yelling that it was a security camera aimed at the street to protect his new car. The camera only passed through the room because of the balcony wiring—and I’d accidentally triggered the alarm. I was so embarrassed, I never spent the night there again.
