Post by mrwafffles32 on Jun 8, 2020 23:17:04 GMT -5
Shutter
(Snap)
(Snap)
You pick your camera up and decide to take pictures in the light while you still have it. The sun was setting and made it the perfect time to take the photos as you could get the bright oranges and faded pinks of the sunset to complement those in the flowers. As the moon rises you can capture the subtle calm of night. You take the pictures losing track of time and soon enough midnight rolls around. You can't stop taking pictures just yet though, the lighting is so surreal. The moon directly overhead is bringing in the brightest night light you have seen in a long time. It shines in such magnitude that it lights up every corner of the garden in an equal passive light. You are getting some of the best pictures you have ever been able to. Though now that you are aware of the darkness you're paying more attention to your surroundings.
You notice that as you take the pictures when the shutter goes off you’d hear it again a few seconds later. You had brushed it off earlier as an echo, but now that you analyze the room, there shouldn’t be any kind of echo. As you rationalize what’s going on you tell yourself you’re just paranoid, it’s dark, cold, and nothing is wrong. That doesn't stop the nagging feeling that there is something else in the garden with you, something you can’t see. You keep looking up from your camera to make sure nothing is near you, frantically looking to the corners of the room as they are the darkest, and subsequently the best place for any kind of predator to be hiding. Nothing is there when you check. You can feel in your stomach that someone or… something is with you but you can’t see anything amongst all the vines and moonlight flowers. The air is still and smells like peonies and blossoms. The feeling you have resonates in the lining of your stomach, like someone swirling whiskey in their glass, it’s subtle but heavy. Filling you with an immense dread and fear of the unknown. You have done so much research and read so many stories that are all flooding back into your mind right now. Just how many people were found in this garden, were there still more bodies? All the worst scenarios began running through your mind. All the questions about what could happen and whether you’ll be okay at the end of all this. You look around the room; breathing heavy, you can hear your heartbeat faintly in your chest. As you scan the room the darkness seems to grow, your vision fades and darkness covers your eyes like a thick fog till you can't see. The next thing you know your sitting propped up against the fountain. You blacked out and the last thing you remember is being at the window taking pictures of the giant spider web in the moonlight. As you wake you can only wonder what happened during the rest of that night. You pack up your things counting each and every item to make sure you have them all. The camera is intact and nothing else seems like it has been tampered with.
You stand up and walk back to your hotel. It isn’t a long walk but you’re tired and admittedly still a bit spooked. After today you’re going to take tomorrow off and get the pictures organized for the blog. You run them through filters and clean them all up, but as you look through the camera roll you notice that some of the pictures are still rather fuzzy and considerably darker than the rest. You run them through a brightening filter again. When you finally see it you stop, frozen in your editing. A person, no, creature; hidden in the shadows. The shape is only a whisper of being human. With gray skin, thin long arms and legs. Its eyes are massive in comparison to its face; if you can even say it has a face. With each consecutive picture you enhance, the thing seems to get closer and closer. The skin is stuck to the bone and what little muscle it had left, its mouth is open and covered in brown goo. The mouth moved and more goo oozed out, it seems to be retracting in and out of the mouth every few pictures. The extra camera snap wasn't a camera at all. A pit forms in your stomach… you hear it behind you, sshnap.
You notice that as you take the pictures when the shutter goes off you’d hear it again a few seconds later. You had brushed it off earlier as an echo, but now that you analyze the room, there shouldn’t be any kind of echo. As you rationalize what’s going on you tell yourself you’re just paranoid, it’s dark, cold, and nothing is wrong. That doesn't stop the nagging feeling that there is something else in the garden with you, something you can’t see. You keep looking up from your camera to make sure nothing is near you, frantically looking to the corners of the room as they are the darkest, and subsequently the best place for any kind of predator to be hiding. Nothing is there when you check. You can feel in your stomach that someone or… something is with you but you can’t see anything amongst all the vines and moonlight flowers. The air is still and smells like peonies and blossoms. The feeling you have resonates in the lining of your stomach, like someone swirling whiskey in their glass, it’s subtle but heavy. Filling you with an immense dread and fear of the unknown. You have done so much research and read so many stories that are all flooding back into your mind right now. Just how many people were found in this garden, were there still more bodies? All the worst scenarios began running through your mind. All the questions about what could happen and whether you’ll be okay at the end of all this. You look around the room; breathing heavy, you can hear your heartbeat faintly in your chest. As you scan the room the darkness seems to grow, your vision fades and darkness covers your eyes like a thick fog till you can't see. The next thing you know your sitting propped up against the fountain. You blacked out and the last thing you remember is being at the window taking pictures of the giant spider web in the moonlight. As you wake you can only wonder what happened during the rest of that night. You pack up your things counting each and every item to make sure you have them all. The camera is intact and nothing else seems like it has been tampered with.
You stand up and walk back to your hotel. It isn’t a long walk but you’re tired and admittedly still a bit spooked. After today you’re going to take tomorrow off and get the pictures organized for the blog. You run them through filters and clean them all up, but as you look through the camera roll you notice that some of the pictures are still rather fuzzy and considerably darker than the rest. You run them through a brightening filter again. When you finally see it you stop, frozen in your editing. A person, no, creature; hidden in the shadows. The shape is only a whisper of being human. With gray skin, thin long arms and legs. Its eyes are massive in comparison to its face; if you can even say it has a face. With each consecutive picture you enhance, the thing seems to get closer and closer. The skin is stuck to the bone and what little muscle it had left, its mouth is open and covered in brown goo. The mouth moved and more goo oozed out, it seems to be retracting in and out of the mouth every few pictures. The extra camera snap wasn't a camera at all. A pit forms in your stomach… you hear it behind you, sshnap.