Julian shielded his eyes with his hand, his knife still held low.

“How are they doing this?” Julian yelled.

“My blog has a home automation integration,” I said. “I wrote a post about it last month. They found the open port.”

I leaned against the pantry counter, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The online community was taking my house back, room by room, switch by switch.

“Turn off the main breaker,” Julian told Harris.

“The breaker is in the basement,” Harris said. “There’s no time.”

He tapped the phone screen, trying to find the button to close the app.

But the screen was locked by a remote administrator.

A message flashed across the center of the display: *Broadcasting live. Do not close.*

“We need to leave,” Julian said. “Now.”

“We can’t use your car,” Harris said. “They’ll block the road.”

“We’ll take yours,” Julian said. “It’s in the woods.”

“It’s a three-mile hike in the dark,” Harris said. “Through wet brush and mud.”

He looked at the kitchen window.

The wind seemed to grow louder, shaking the heavy glass frame.