A few weeks ago, I let my mom borrow one of my cameras. She wanted to know how to use the timer on it, and I couldn’t remember how, so as she drove me home, I played with it until I remembered, taking pictures of the road, etc.
The next day, I got so sick, I was out of my mind, completely incoherent. I actually ended up staying with my mom a few days later, because I wasn’t going to turn down free food and a doting mother while I was sick. One night while there, I took my puppy out for a midnight pee. All of a sudden, she flipped out (very unlike her, as she’s usually really submissive and quiet and just a little bit too needy) and started barking at seemingly nothing. Then I saw him. A tall man, all dressed in black, slipping around a corner and out of sight. All night I had dreams that I was video taping myself, and I kept waking up in a cold sweat, thinking that it wasn’t enough, that I needed to change the tapes, that I needed to film from a different angle. It was really weird, and I was kind of freaked out. The next day I took my dogs and went back to my place in the city.
Today, my mom brought back my camera. She’s not computer-savvy enough to download her own pictures, so everything was still in it, including the test pictures I took, two weeks ago. Among them I found this:
Now I’m sort of hoping the constant stream of drunken bros lined up for the club across the street will keep our slender friend at bay. Or at least he’ll kill them all first… right?
("Fpqno")
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