WALKS INTO A HOUSE THAT’S NOT HERS
A quiet home, a porch with a security camera, and a scene straight out of a badly written script.
First, a white girl shows up. She looks drunk, or spaced out, or maybe having some kind of breakdown. She doesn’t run, she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t steal. She just walks into the house. Like someone coming back after a long night.
But it’s not her house, because right behind her, a Black girl comes running in like “excuse me? why are you walking into my house?”
The camera switches. Now we’re inside. The white girl sits on a chair. Like she’s waiting for breakfast. The Black girl comes in yelling at her to leave. Then a Black guy shows up, clearly more aggressive — and suddenly, the punches start flying.
Then we’re back to the porch cam. The scene peaks with the Black girl dragging the white girl out by the hair. Literally.
So far, a crazy situation — but somewhat understandable. “You walk into someone’s home, they kick you out.” Zero diplomacy. But hey, you can’t expect them to greet you with tea and cookies.
But do you want to have your mind blown?
While the beatdown is still going, a third person shows up on camera. From the back. Wearing big headphones. And from the color of his arms… he’s white.
And now comes the plot twist:
What if the house actually belonged to the white girl?
What if the ones who had the wrong house were the others?
Didn’t see that one coming, huh?
I’m calling Netflix.
The slow-mo of the day.