Sliding my hand under the mattress, I felt something long and rigid—plastic or metal. Pulling it out, I discovered a narrow black tube connected to a thin cable running beneath the frame. At the end was a small recording device taped under the bed.
Someone had hidden it there. I stayed calm, took Mia to the living room, and called the police. In a whisper, Mia said, “The cable man came last week.”
She explained that a technician had visited her room alone, claiming he was fixing the internet.
The officers confirmed they would contact the company and investigate. The “tight” feeling in Mia’s bed wasn’t imaginary—it was the device pressing upward. The strange movement on the camera wasn’t paranormal; it was the motor of the hidden equipment activating.
Without Mia’s repeated warnings, I might never have discovered it. Her vigilance had prevented something far worse than a faulty mattress.
