It was supposed to be a quiet night with my two housemates, but our neighbors had other plans. As social media moguls, they were used to the attention, but their fame spilled over onto us when we were spotted in our backyard. Soon, we were surrounded by people eager to glimpse the famous duo, like paparazzi drawn to a celebrity. The mob was relentless, invading our home like a pack of varmints. To ward them off, I grabbed a blunt ceramic tool to bludgeon them out of our space, but their hold on us was too strong. Slowly but surely, they took over, transforming our humble abode into a meeting space for their followers.

Their invasion intensified as the night wore on, and we were forced to leave. We retreated into the night, watching the neighbors’ fans take over our home, commandeering it as their own. But our respite was short-lived. When we returned, we found pockets of our house turned into bizarre fashion salons, with women lying on the ground, their mink eyelashes being removed by chipmunks. They said it was the latest trend, similar to fish eliminating dead skin from your feet in Japan.

Our home was gone, and the changing landscape forced us to adapt to a world taken over by a new wave of invasive behavior. We were left to pick up the pieces of our old life while the bizarre fashion salons and chipmunk lash removals spread like a virus, becoming the latest fashion craze.