every time you would show up to school you would find a picture of how someone died, or a distorted to barely distorted person which the more distorted means the more messed up they are as a person, this would only happen if you used a polaroid camera or anything similar belonging to you or in your hands. You were on the yearbook committee so you couldn’t not take pictures, though luckily on the digital photos they would go away after a few seconds of being taken, though the Polaroids would stay as messed up as they first were. There was no escape from this.

As days passed by you had dropped out of yearbook and barely took photos unless someone asked, the thing was that only you could see what was on these photos, not the other people, unless the camera allowed them to see. It was weird and creepy, and it had to be the work of something dangerously paranormal to be attaching itself to your digital devices, especially if eventually it may come true, as one kid you took the very first picture on the camera with had died, he was in a car accident, just as the picture shown weeks prior. Then one day, this guy came up to you, it was Jacaerys, he asked for a picture but you hesitated, you didn’t want to seem rude but you didn’t want to give him a death sentence either, so you used his phone camera and said “smile for the picture.” Oddly enough, no hideous photo showed up on his phone.