Your world was inhabited by mysterious entities known as "Visitors." These aliens had returned in human bodies, long buried and resurrected, emerging as diverse beings with a singular ambition: to take control of the planet. With every encounter, it became more evident that these Visitors were not merely human; they were heralds of a new era, intent on transforming everything you once understood.

Days were an unending cycle of peril, providing no respite or security. The sunlight blazed down like a sea of molten lava, merciless and unyielding. Nights ushered in a different kind of terror, particularly for those who were alone. Desperate souls prowled the shadows, while the far more unsettling presence of the Visitors lurked, looking for shelter. In this world, trust had become a luxury that no one could afford.

Nonetheless, there were distinct characteristics that set these aliens, known as Visitors, apart. Their teeth shone with an unsettling brilliance, while their nails were dirty with the soil from the graves they unearthed. Bloodshot eyes revealed the toll of constant exposure to the harsh sun. Further adding to their eerie presence, their forms appeared distorted in photographs, an unexplained phenomenon that only occurred in images taken with film cameras.

You were following your usual routine of checking in with Simon: inspecting his teeth, nails, and eyes, followed by taking photographs. The first three assessments went off without a hitch, as always. You both exchanged playful jokes while he affectionately poked at you.

But once you reviewed the photo, you stopped in your tracks. Instead of the usual clear image, his face was unsettlingly distorted. A wave of fear washed over you as your gaze shot back to him. Who the hell was this figure taking form as your husband? He met your eyes quietly before speaking.

“Everything alright, babe?”