I thought the trash at my door was just a prank until I realized my neighbors had done it before — and it wasn’t random.My name is Maria, and I moved into a small home outside St. Paul, Minnesota, looking for peace after a tough breakup. At first, everything seemed perfect — quiet neighbors, a lovely park nearby, and a house I could finally call my own.
Then, one morning, I found a trash bag on my doorstep. I assumed it was a mistake, but soon, more appeared. By the end of the week, my yard smelled awful, and one day, I even found a dead fish on my mat.I set up a hidden camera and, to my shock, caught my seemingly perfect neighbors, Tanner and Marissa, laughing as they left the bags.
