Fright Night! #Wattys2016

I Spy

All it took was an accidentally clicked pop-up, and I was in. She has no idea I'm here. The light doesn't come on when I access her webcam, so I can watch any time I like and she'll never know.
The first thing I found out about her was what she looks like. I've stared at her face for hours on end. I would recognize her anywhere. I've seen how she smiles when she checks her Facebook, how her brow furrows when she's working, the expressions she makes when she's watching her favorite TV show or listening to her favorite songs.
I've figured out where she lives. I've seen her bedroom, living room, kitchen, garden, even her bathroom. I know where she works, a nondescript office building if not for the company name plastered across the walls. I know it takes her roughly fifty minutes to get home from work - well, fifty minutes between her closing her laptop at her desk and opening it again in her house.
I know her favorite place to get coffee. She likes to use her laptop while she drinks it. Her name is Lana. I see it on the side of her cup every time.
See, I've been learning. Filing everything away. You can learn quite a lot about someone if you just watch long enough.
But I must have slipped up. One day I log onto her laptop and I don't see anything. Not a damn thing. I restart the program in case it's a problem on my end, but it's not. My tracker says her laptop is on, she is using it, I just can't see her any more. She's cut me off. Stuck a piece of tape over her webcam and blocked me out. I was so close. I almost had enough. I just needed one more thing from her, but if I can't see her, how am I supposed to...
As my mind raced to find a way around this disaster, I heard something that made me grin ear to ear. She's going to be home alone tonight. That's it. Exactly the opportunity I've been waiting for.
Sure, she may have covered up her webcam.
But she didn't cover up her microphone.