When I was 14, I spent the night at my friend’s. Her dad barely spoke. At 2 a.m., I saw a hidden camera in the room.

When I was 14, I spent the night at my friend’s. Her dad barely spoke. At 2 a.m., I saw a hidden camera in the room.

When I was 14, I stayed overnight at my friend’s house. Her dad hardly said a word to me. Then, around 2 a.m., I noticed something chilling—a hidden camera in the room. Panicked, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over the lens. Minutes later, her father burst in, yelling, “Idiot! This is a—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, his face turning a deep shade of red. My friend, Nella, jolted upright in bed, eyes wide. “Dad? What are you doing?” I could…