The snooping camera
“Please, sir, put the camera on this side, so that it is hidden from the thieves.” Teresa pointed to the roof of the house.
“Excellent, ma'am.” The technician climbed the aluminum ladder, worn by years of work, each step on the step was a creak of the metal, which seemed to suffer from supporting the man. “The camera is ready, ma'am, you can try it.”
Teresa had decided to install a camera on the patio to know who was stealing into the garden. She had had enough of putting everything away every night and decided to catch the infamous thief.
The technician and the woman were heading to the house to see how the camera worked. “Look, ma'am, with this control you can move the camera sideways and zoom in to any part of the yard.” Teresa looked like a school apprentice paying attention to all the man's directions. “Finally, with this red button you can record, all day long what happens in your yard. Unfortunately, the camera doesn't have excellent zoom for when you want to see beyond 100 feet, but for the house area it's fine.”
“Yes, don't worry. I'm just interested in knowing who the thief is.” Teresa was clenching her fists against the wooden table. The technician stared at her in surprise, then Teresa fixed her black eyes on the man and blushed. “Excuse my startle, sir.” Teresa grabbed her curly hair and drew a smile across her round face.
“Don't worry, ma'am. Very well that's all for today. I'm done now. If you have any questions you can call me at this number.” The man passed a slightly crumpled card, with the number crossed out and a new one written in pencil.
Teresa received the card and said goodbye to the man as they headed for the entrance. The woman's plump body jerked with each step on the freshly polished wooden floor. Left alone she returned to the room to watch the camera work, remembered what the technician told her, and began to move the camera.
“This must be how God feels. Haha,” the woman said to herself, delirious with excitement, looking out over her yard and the street.
Teresa moved the camera with the control. In a matter of minutes, she had become a very tenacious conjurer in handling the control. She watched as people passed by on the street and couldn't take her eyes off the little monitor. She babbled to herself, as she looked at each person.
“There goes that scoundrel, Kiara, she's off with a new boyfriend. Dirty woman. What do my eyes see? It seems to be Jorge and with the neighbor, poor silly wife. This has to be recorded. Haha." At that instant, she felt a hand on her shoulder, she jumped like a toad and a scream escaped. Teresa's eyes seemed to spit fire. “You're a fool, Henry, you scared me half to death.”
Teresa's husband kept laughing, took a breath, and said to her. “What are you doing, woman? Are you snooping around?”
“No, no, no... I was testing the camera." Teresa tried to catch her breath.
“Are you still going on about the thief, woman?”
“Yes, I'm willing to find out the dirty thief who's been taking our stuff.” Teresa stood up indignantly towards the kitchen, while her husband chased her like a duckling after its mother.
At dinner, the couple continued talking Teresa told him about the camera and how it worked. When they finished eating they both went to the bedroom to see how the camera was working. At that moment, they saw everything dark. “Oh no, you can't see anything anymore, what I need is to see at night.” The woman let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Woman, call the technician and ask him.” Henry took the crumpled card from the table and passed it to her.
“You're right. I will.” She communicated with the technician, who gave her some instructions.
With a dazzling smile, Teresa returned to her husband, picked up the control, and pressed a button that said night vision. The screen turned green and showed the woman the courtyard as if it were daytime. The spouses laughed, and then Teresa took control with almost masterful expertise, moving the camera from side to side.
In a fleeting movement of the device, the camera captured the neighbor across the street, dragging something heavy and large. Teresa zoomed in, but the image became blurred, the details of the scene were lost due to the camera's limitation, but the neighbor could be seen digging in the garden with a shovel.
The husband and wife looked at each other in confusion. “What could the neighbor be doing?” Henry asked hoping to get an answer.
“I don't know, it looks to me like that black bag was carrying a body.”
“My God, woman, what a thing to say!” Henry was calling his wife's sanity.
“Why would she bury something so big, at this time of night and in her yard, that's very odd.” Teresa did not take her eyes off the monitor and squinted, trying to elucidate the non-existent clarity of the scene. “You must go and atone to the neighbor, it could be terrible.”
“You're crazy, woman. I will not lend myself to that. That gentleman is a gentleman, he would never do anything illegal.” Henry stood up from his seat and Teresa quickly stopped him.
“Wait, it looks like he's hitting the bag. Please you must go and see. We can't be left in doubt.” Teresa rolled her eyes like a cute puppy.
Reluctantly Henry went out to the neighbor's yard, to try to find out what was going on. He peeked his ear behind the fence gate and listened. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention, but you had already exasperated me too much with so much care. Now I have to...” Henry on hearing this fell backward and made a great clatter with the garbage cans.
The neighbor came out like a bolt of lightning and Teresa from the bedroom watched as the man headed for her husband, thought the worst, and ran out, while Henry unable to get up and on edge, screamed at the sight of him. “No, no, no... Don't kill me, sir.”
“What are you saying?” asked the surprised neighbor.
At that instant, Teresa arrived with a broom. “Don't hurt my husband.”
"Can you please calm down?" The man invited the husband's sanity.
"You killed your wife and you're burying her in the yard." Henry pointed incriminatingly at the man.
"Haha. I'm not capable of that. How could they come up with such an idea." The neighbor helped Henry up and showed them what was in the bag. "Look it's a yellow palm tree, it died because of my incompetence, I left it in the sun too long. This plant was my wife's favorite, I was planning to bury it and buy another one, taking advantage of the fact that my wife is at her parents'. Haha."
Teresa and Henry looked at each other and laughed. They helped the neighbor by hiding the evidence and went home feeling very ashamed. "Woman, you see what that infernal camera did. Turn that off at once and tomorrow you uninstall it."
"Forgive me, I got carried away. I'll turn this off and go to bed."
As they slept, the thief entered the yard and took Henry's bicycle and a light laugh could be heard. "Haha..."
The end
La cámara fisgona
«Por favor, señor, coloque la cámara en este lado, eso sí que quede oculta para que no se la lleven los ladrones». Teresa le apuntaba hacia el techo de la casa.
«Muy bien, señora». El técnico se subía a la escalera de aluminio, desgastada por los años de trabajo, cada pisada por el peldaño era un crujir del metal, que parecía sufrir por sostener el peso del hombre. «Ya quedó lista la cámara, señora, puede probarla».
Teresa había decidido instalar una cámara en el patio trasero de su casa para saber quién se estaba entrando a robar las cosas que ellos dejaban en el jardín. Ella se había hartado de estar guardado todo cada noche y decidió atrapar al infame ladrón.
El técnico y la mujer se dirigían a la casa para mirar como estaba funcionando la cámara. «Mire, señora, con este control puede mover la cámara a los lados y hacer zoom a cualquier parte del patio». Teresa parecía un aprendiz de escuela poniendo atención a todas las indicaciones del hombre. «Por último, con este botón rojo puede grabar, durante todo el día lo que ocurra en su patio.
Lamentablemente la cámara no tiene muy buen zoom para cuando quiera ver más allá de 30 metros, pero para la zona de la casa está bien».
«Sí, no se preocupe. Solo me interesa saber quién es el asqueroso ladrón que se está metiendo a mi patio». Teresa apretaba los puños contra la mesa de madera. El técnico la miraba sorprendido, luego Teresa fijo sus ojos negros sobre el hombre y se ruborizó. «Disculpe mi sobresalto, señor». Teresa tomaba su pelo rizado y dibujaba una sonrisa en su redondo rostro.
«No se preocupe, señora. Muy bien es todo por hoy. Ya terminé. Si tiene alguna duda puede llamarme a este número». El hombre pasaba una tarjeta un poco arrugada, con el número tachado y uno nuevo escrito con lapicero.
Teresa recibió tarjeta y se despedía del hombre mientras se dirigían a la entrada. El cuerpo regordete de la mujer se sacudía a cada paso dado sobre el piso de madera recién lustrado. Al quedar sola regresó a la habitación para mirar como funcionaba la cámara, recordaba lo que técnico le dijo y empezó a manipular la cámara.
«Así debe sentirse Dios. Jaja», decía para sus adentros la mujer delirante de emoción, observando su patio y la calle.
Teresa empezó a manipular la cámara con el control, en cuestión de minutos, ella se había vuelto una prestidigitadora muy tenaz para manejar el control. Miraba como la gente pasaba por la calle y no podía despegar los ojos del pequeño monitor. Balbuceaba para sí misma, mientras miraba a cada persona.
«Ahí va la sinvergüenza de Kiara, anda con nuevo novio. Mujer sucia. ¿Qué ven mis ojos? Parece ser Jorge y con la vecina, pobre la tonta de su esposa. Esto hay que grabarlo. Jaja». En ese instante, ella sintió una mano en el hombro, dio un salto como sapo y un grito se dejó escapar. Los ojos de Teresa parecían escupir fuego. «Eres un tonto, Henry, casi me matas del susto».
El esposo de Teresa no paraba de reír, tomó aire y le dijo. «¿Qué haces, mujer? Acaso andas de fisgona».
«No, no, no... Solo estaba probando la cámara». Teresa trataba de retomar el aire.
«¿Aún sigues con lo del ladrón, mujer?».
«Sí, estoy dispuesta a descubrir al sucio ladrón que se ha estado llevando nuestras cosas». Teresa se levantaba indignada hacia la cocina, mientras su marido iba tras ella como un patito a su madre.
En la cena los esposos continuaron conversando, Teresa le ponía al tanto de la cámara y cómo funcionaba, al terminar de comer los dos se dirigieron hasta la habitación para ver como seguía funcionando la cámara. En ese instante vieron todo oscuro. «Ay, no, ya no se puede ver nada, lo que necesito es ver en la noche». La mujer soltaba un suspiro de decepción.
«Mujer, llama al técnico y le preguntas». Henry tomaba la tarjeta arrugada de la mesa y se la pasaba.
«Tienes razón. Lo haré». Ella se comunicaba con el técnico, quien le daba unas indicaciones.
Con una sonrisa deslumbrante, Teresa regresó con su esposo, tomó el control y presionó un botón que decía visión nocturna. La pantalla se puso verde y le mostró a la mujer el patio como si fuera de día. Los esposos rieron, luego Teresa empezó a manipular el control con una experticia casi magistral, moviendo la cámara de un lado a otro.
En un movimiento fugaz del aparato, la cámara captó al vecino de enfrente, arrastraba algo pesado y grande. Teresa hacia zoom, pero la imagen se tornaba borrosa, los detalles de la escena se perdían por la limitación de la cámara, pero se miraba al vecino escarbar con una pala el jardín.
Los esposos se miraban confundidos. «¿Qué será lo que hace el vecino?». Henry lanzaba la pregunta con la esperanza de ser respondida.
«No sé, me parece que esa bolsa negra llevara un cuerpo».
«Por Dios mujer, ¡qué cosas dices!». Henry llamaba la sensatez de su mujer.
«Por qué iba a enterrar algo tan grande, a estas horas de la noche y en su patio, eso es muy raro». Teresa no despegaba los ojos y entrecerraba los ojos tratando de dilucidar una claridad inexistente de la escena. «Debes ir a expiar al vecino, puede ser algo muy terrible».
«Estas loca, mujer. No me prestaré para eso. Ese señor es un caballero, nunca haría algo ilegal». Henry se paraba de su asiento y Teresa lo detenía de ipso facto.
«Espera, parece que está golpeando la bolsa, por favor debes ir a ver. No podemos quedarnos con la duda». Teresa ponía sus ojos como los de un cachorro tierno.
De mala gana Henry salía hasta el patio del vecino, para tratar de averiguar lo que sucedía. Asomó el oído tras la puerta de la cerca y escuchó. «Lo siento, lo siento, no quise hacerlo, pero ya me habías exasperado demasiado con tanto cuido. Ahora solo debo...». Henry al oír esto cayó de espaldas e hizo un gran estruendo con los tarros de basura.
El vecino salió como de rayo y Teresa desde la habitación miraba como el hombre se dirigía a su esposo, pensó lo peor y salió corriendo, en tanto Henry sin poderse levantar y con los nervios de punta, gritaba al verlo. «No, no, no… No me maté, señor».
«¿Qué está diciendo?», preguntaba el vecino sorprendido.
En ese instante, llegaba Teresa con una escoba. «No le haga daño a mi esposo».
«Pueden calmarse, por favor». El hombre invitaba a la cordura de los esposos.
«Usted mató a su esposa y la está enterrando en el patio». Henry apuntaba incriminando al hombre.
«Jaja. Yo no soy capaz de eso. Como se les puso ocurrir semejante idea». El vecino ayudaba a levantar a Henry y les mostraba lo que había en la bolsa. «Miren es una palmera amarilla, que se murió por mi incompetencia, la dejé en el sol mucho tiempo. Esta planta era la favorita de mi esposa, planeaba sepultarla y comprar otra, aprovechando que mi mujer está donde sus padres. Jaja».
Teresa y Henry se miraron y se echaron a reír, ayudaron al vecino, ocultando la evidencia y luego fueron a casa sintiéndose muy apenados. «Mujer, ya vez lo que hizo esa cámara infernal, apaga eso de una vez y mañana la desinstalas».
«Perdóname, me deje llevar. Apagaré esto y voy a la cama».
Mientras dormían, el ladrón entraba al patio y se llevaba la bicicleta de Henry y una débil risa se hacía escuchar. «Jaja...».
Fin
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Edited by Rincón Poético
The text of this post was originally translated from Spanish to English with the translator DeepL
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What an ending!
This was fun to read.
Teresa and her husband are one funny couple and I wonder if they'll ever catch the thief.
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😂 this was a funny one.
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El final estuvo genial 😃😃😃 El ladrón siguió haciendo sus fechorías a pesar de la cámara.
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Buen final @rinconpoetico7 . Tanto esfuerzo y misterio descubierto para nada. De todas maneras el ladrón regresó cuando la cámara estuvo apagada. Sabía todos sus pasos y espero el mejor momento para realizar su fechoría
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Hey there! I really enjoyed reading your story, it had a nice mix of humor and suspense that kept me hooked! The way you described Teresa's curiosity and how it spiraled out of control was both funny and relatable. It shows how our imagination can run wild, especially when we're snooping around.
The misunderstanding with the neighbor was a great twist! It really highlighted how jumping to conclusions can lead to hilarious (and sometimes awkward) situations. I also loved how you ended the story with the thief actually coming in and stealing Henry's bicycle—perfectly ironic considering all the effort Teresa put into trying to catch someone!
Keep up the great work, and I’d love to read more stories like this from you!