So there I
was, getting ready to take some pictures to use as background for one of my
sites. When I saw a woman walking by. Being in a graveyard already gives me the
creeps, so to say I was feeling uneasy is an understatement, but when this
woman walked by something made my hair stand up straight. She was pretty and
wore stylish and very feminine clothes, not slutty or cheap, but sexy in a classic
way.
When she
saw me looking she smiled at me and all the uneasiness I felt was gone
instantly. Jokingly she started doing all kinds of typical photoshoot poses,
now only three or four meters away from me. Since I wouldn’t mind looking back
on this encounter later I actually went and got my camera out. Pressing the
button half way to focus, the rectangle capturing the face of the woman in
front of me shifted… and then I felt the blood drain from my face, I gasped for
air and for a second time stood still, paused at that one horrifying moment as
I saw rectangle after rectangle appear on the display… as a reflex I clicked
the button and looked up. And found myself alone.
As soon as
I regained control over my body, I now understand what scared stiff actually
means, I ran from the graveyard, got my bike and went home. After days of not
talking about the incident and completely ignoring the existence of my camera…
I hadn’t even dared to get it out of my pocket, forced to wear my old jacket
for days, curiosity eventually got the better of me. Trembling I got the camera
from my coat’s inner pocket and switched it on. Off course the battery was
dead, so I had to plug it in to my laptop. At the moment I connected the cable
my laptop screen went black. Fearing every next second for minutes I finally
got the courage to touch my laptop again and wanted to see if there was
anything wrong, when it happened.
A white flash,
like an old camera and the face of the woman from the graveyard in the middle of
my screen, her face completely distorted, a mask of pure agony. I could not
look away and heard the words in my head “I don’t want to be forgotten”. And
then I blacked out.
I woke up
the next day, my head on my desk, my laptop was switched on, just a regular
screen, a news item on some site. Forcing myself to believe it was all just a
weird dream, even feeling hallucination would be better than reality I regained
my consciousness completely and went to check my email. At the moment I pressed
the x on the internet window, I saw the news article that was on the screen… “Photographer
rapes and kills at least seven women” with a picture of the graveyard
lady underneath it… and then it was gone, I had closed the window. I never
found the article again, I never even found the news site again. Though all data was completely
erased from both my laptop and camera they have functioned normally ever since.
But I will never forget that encounter, like she asked, I had never forgotten…
and now I share it with you, release it to the web, to keep that last wish alive.
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