The next weekend, I gathered my friends and we **gave them a show they’d never forget.

I set up **a huge white sheet** right where their camera was aimed—just a plain, boring wall of fabric. But that was only **phase one.**

Phase two? **Mess with their footage.**

I borrowed a projector from my buddy and **set up a looping video** of myself just lounging in a swimsuit, sipping lemonade. **Same position. Same movements.** Over and over again.

From their camera’s perspective, it would look like **I hadn’t moved in hours.**

Then, for the grand finale? My friends and I threw a **”Surprise Creeper Party.”**

We dressed in **the weirdest costumes possible**—**clown masks, dinosaur suits, alien helmets**—and randomly walked in and out of frame, staring directly at their camera like **we were onto them.**

At one point, my buddy crawled toward it in slow motion while another played eerie violin music.

By the time night fell, I checked through the fence and saw my neighbors **frantically taking the camera down.**

Mission accomplished.

They never put up another one.