My Grandma Left Five Letters for the Neighbors Who Tormented Her – After I Delivered the First One, Police Showed Up

I called Rios. “I think they know,” I said.

“Stay inside. Don’t touch anything. I’m sending someone.”

That afternoon, Mrs. Keller appeared on my porch with Don and Lydia by her side. Don’s eyes slid past me into the house.

Lydia smiled. “We wanted to offer condolences.”

“We heard about letters,” Don said. “Your grandmother was upset near the end.”

Keller leaned in. “We don’t want misunderstandings spreading. Show us what she wrote, and we can move on.”

I kept my hand on the screen door. “No.”

Keller’s smile thinned. “That’s not very neighborly.”

“Neither was calling the city on her trash bin, or reporting her for ‘suspicious activity’ when she fixed her roof.”

“We were protecting the neighborhood.” Lydia had obviously prepared for these accusations.

“You could have dealt with things in much better ways.” I shut the door before they could retort.

Rios stepped out from behind the living room wall and said, “Good. They’re nervous. Do you have any cameras to watch the places where there had been activity?”

I spotted a tiny lens staring back at me from a knothole.

“No. I’ve never needed anything like that before.”

“Check the yard. Your grandmother might have.”

So I walked outside and stared at the birdhouse near the feeder.

After some investigation, I spotted a tiny lens staring back at me from a knothole. When Rios arrived, she nodded once. “That helps.”

I rubbed my arms. “I don’t want them inside,” I said. “I don’t want to be scared in the house she left me.”

Rios held my gaze. “Then we end it clean. If they come back, we’ll catch them.”

At 11:30, the backyard motion light clicked on.