Food kept vanishing from Christine’s home — first chocolates, then entire meals. When her husband, Samuel, swore he wasn’t the culprit, she set up a hidden camera. When she spotted the intruder on the footage, her blood ran cold.

At first, it was just little things disappearing from my fridge and kitchen cabinets. A handful of chocolates missing from the box I’d been saving. The juice boxes Samuel loved, running out faster than usual.

Each time something disappeared, I’d do a mental inventory, trying to remember if I’d eaten it myself in some late-night fog.

Each time something disappeared, I’d do a mental inventory, trying to remember if I’d eaten it myself in some late-night fog.