I DISCOVERED MY ROOMMATE HAS BEEN USING MY NETFLIX, SPOTIFY, AND AMAZON ACCOUNTS WITHOUT PERMISSION

At first, I thought the weird recommendations were just the algorithm being weird.

My Netflix account started suggesting reality shows I’d never watched.

Spotify playlists appeared that weren’t mine.

Then I received an Amazon notification for an order I hadn’t made.

The delivery address was my apartment.

I asked my roommate about it.

She shrugged.

“Maybe someone hacked you.”

That sounded reasonable.

So I changed my passwords.

Two days later, it happened again.

I changed everything again.

This time, I enabled two-factor authentication.

Then I noticed something.

Every suspicious login happened while I was at work.

And every login came from our apartment.

I confronted my roommate.

She became defensive.

She said I was accusing her without proof.

So I stopped arguing.

Instead, I checked my account history.

There were dozens of Amazon orders over the previous year.

Small purchases.

Phone accessories.

Household items.

Clothes.

Beauty products.

Nothing individually expensive enough to immediately notice.

Together, they added up to hundreds of dollars.

Then I checked Netflix and Spotify.

She’d been using both accounts for over a year.

But the strangest discovery came from Amazon.

Several orders had been returned.

The refunds had gone back to my account.

That meant she wasn’t just using my account.

She was using my saved payment method, buying things, returning some of them, and keeping others.

I confronted her with the records.

She finally admitted it.

Then she said something that made me realize how long this had been happening.

“You never noticed before.”

She wasn’t apologizing.

She was surprised I’d finally caught her.

I asked how she knew my password.

She said she’d watched me type it once.

Then she admitted she’d written it down.

The hidden clue had been sitting in plain sight.

For months, she’d been asking me oddly specific questions about packages.

“When is that Amazon order coming?”

“What did you buy?”

“Did your refund come through?”

I’d assumed she was being curious.

She wasn’t.

She was monitoring the account.

I changed every password, removed every saved card, and moved my important accounts to a separate email address.

She eventually paid me back.

But I moved out anyway.

Because the money wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was realizing that someone I’d shared a home with had been quietly studying my habits and waiting for me not to notice.