I never paid attention to the bump in the downstairs wall. A plastic veil, held by a rubber band, covered something strange— but I let it be. Years passed. The house was sold. We had to move.
Before leaving, I finally looked. The plastic came loose. Behind it: a metal protrusion, I looked up the label. It was a doorbell—or so it claimed. that worked with a camera.
I searched online. Nothing matched. Except one obscure YouTube video. It mentioned the Batcam 2.0. A gas leak detector, apparently.
I checked the Wi-Fi device list—no password. There it was: Batcam 2.0. I asked my sister. She had a version, but it looked nothing like the one online.
We moved. I looked up the rent. Our old place was listed—$500 for the downstairs. While struggling to find housing, I noticed an option no one else did. A signal only I could see.
I like looking into things, even if they don't appear to matter a good journey is all i need.
