Pictures

I was sitting alone in my room, browsing the internet; as usual. Once I'd had enough, I shut down my laptop and grabbed one of my favorite books.

Falling nose-deep in Max Brook's World War Z, my attention span was fully drowned in the Oral History Of The Zombie War. Zombies were kinda my thing, just the same as many other teenagers. We were all ready for the apocalypse.

My interest never fell short when it came to the paranormal occurrences. Just hearing the word sent my curiosity into a rampage mode. I was the type of girl to be first in line for those Paranormal Activity movies.

Mind being exhausted from an hour of reading, I gently shut the book and set it on my night side stand. Leaning upward, I let myself tumble off the bed. I felt my weight hit the floor, my ears catching a soft thud created by the fall.

Stumbling to my feet, I exited my room, walking to the kitchen. Switching the light on, I noticed something out of place. Something unusual...something that shouldn't be there.

It was my old camera.

Tilting my head in curiosity, I picked it up. My thumb instinctively jammed the power button. But, it was pointless. The thing was ancient, and the battery cartridge was vacant.

However, it turned on.

My eyes narrowed in shock. Previously ignored questions returned. What was my camera doing down here? Also, how is this thing even functional?


I rechecked the battery cartridge. Still, empty. How could this be? I thought to myself, frozen in shock. Trying to shake off a uneasy feeling, I scrolled through the images. There were two.

Both of me.

They were both of me, looking at my laptop, it seemed. The photos were taken from a side angle, but I had no memory of a camera being stuck in my face. Maybe it had been taken a long time ago....

I checked the time-of-capture.

It read an hour ago.