I've always loved photography. My sister was the person that got me into it. She wanted to be a photographer. She always was trying to come up with chilling, mysterious, or fantastical photos. She would always develop the rolls and then make prints, sending them to me with a note saying "do you like the photos?" and I'd always say yes, even if I didn't really look at them. Eventually I started doing the same thing. It became a running joke between us. 678Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffREaCLrA7
A few years after I became more passionate about photography, my sister died in a car accident. After she died, I got even more into photography, it becoming an obsession. For my birthday, I received a 400 mm single lens reflex, a total upgrade from the digital piece of crap I'd been using. I was always shooting and developing photos. 678Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMCSr0E7Di
About a month or so after my sister died I was developing some film I’d shot that week. I always left a few empty shots so when I hung them to dry I wouldn’t lose any photos where I folded the film to clip it. I made prints of all of my negatives simultaneously after making contact sheets. I hadn’t noticed on the contact sheet or the negatives one picture. As the prints appeared on the photo paper, I recognized one of them as my sister. That was impossible. She was dead, and had been for a month. I didn’t remember taking these photos. 678Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXBpubHbEU
I was so curious and confused that I decided to visit her grave. When I got there, I found it had been dug up, and her partially rotted body had been propped against the headstone, with a note pinned to her funeral dress that said “did you like the photos?”
A/N: Just BTW the foreshadowing was the "did you like the photos?" thing... And I apologize, I can't seem to help but write horror.678Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV6mVyjARL3
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