Here’s a short, fictional story based on the prompt The Ghost in the Stream

“I just wanted to see who’d be stupid enough to type in a stranger’s pairing code without checking the source first.”

The feed switched. Now she was looking at her own hallway from the living room camera she forgot she’d set up years ago. The front door was open.

She saw a dimly lit living room. A couch. A clock on the wall showing 3:14 a.m. Then a figure walked past the frame, glanced at the camera, and smiled.