“The Photographs” by [Author Not Found]
A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before.
She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but when she went and got them developed she saw four pictures that unsettled her, these four pictures were taken from inside the tent, of her, asleep in the middle of the night.
That’s a bit spooky.
Eh, it wouldn’t surprise me if ‘Sleep-Selfieing’ became a thing… It like sleep walking… Just for millennials…
The girl was returning home that night. Unbeknownst to her, she would not even know where home was by morning. She tread unafraid toward her house, down that long, gravel road. As she passed under the trees, she thought she glimpsed a shadow moving. She paused a moment, trying to convince herself that the movement was merely a tree rustling in the wind, or merely her imagination. Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands through her red hair, and steadily continued on.
The shadow moved again, outside of her field of vision. It closed in upon her cautiously, never making a sound. Suddenly, it reached out and struck the girl in the head, in a calculated location. The girl collapsed immediately. The shadow then took her to a nearby nondescript automobile. Gently, the shadow placed her on the floor, next to the others. Then it securely bound and gagged her.
(Yeah, I agree, Mason.)
Tell you how I’m feeling
Once upon a time, there was a thread that met an unfortunate demise.
That was all about to change.
Okay dot dot dot
Ding dong merrily on high…
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