I took my daughter to the park. Just a normal family doing normal family things.
I think “it’s” genetic.
The boy found the camera in a box by a trash can in an alley behind a now bankrupt antique shop. He thought he’d see if it worked. It did. But only on Halloween night.
I don’t know why people are afraid of ghosts. They make quiet roommates and they usually stay in the crawlspace. Usually.
No one believed the boy that the camera was haunted. So he sent copies to the local newspaper. The reporter assigned to investigate died soon after of… unusual circumstances and the photos were never recovered.
I can do normal things sometimes. Normal things like skulk around Deep Ellum at 2 in the morning. Normal people doin’ normal things. Normal, normal, normal.
Now these… are… a little embarrassing. They’re from one of my class projects. BUT what true creep hasn’t taken cemetery photos? They’re just proof of my creep cred.
My five word horror stories told in photograms.
There was a challenge on Reddit a few years ago to write a horror story told in five words. I never submitted mine, but here they are superimposed onto vintage photos.
Here are the winners: