click. That was the sound that got me into this mess. I was in a dark alleyway, but it sounded, almost like a camera? I went to look at the scene, when I thought "dont look into the lense, it's probably some weird child fetish thing", so I didn't, thank god or i wouldnt be here to write this story. There was another click, almost like it was begging for a new owner.I looked beside it,and there was a really weird note. It was all like "this camera is driving me insane, I cant handle its powers anymore. I pass this on to the next fool to grab it." Huh, why would it say that? Looks like an ordinary camera,but of course I took it, almost as a 'souvenir'. Horrible mistake. I took it, looked around and ran. I faced it away from me,and it clicked again, when will this thing fucking stop clicking. It felt glued to my arms, like my arms was its home. I spectated the note again, noticing a new paragraph added to it. "Huh,that wasn't there before, wack." I mumbled, because I know my parents would get mad if they knew I took a camera by itself in an alleyway, where 10 suicides took place 3 years ago. The note read,"You've made a horrible mistake. This camera holds power that no human can handle. You are its protector, this camera will be with you until your death, whether it's in your delicate hands or in a fire. Go take a photo of somebody, not in your family,as that'll be too much pain,for now.". What could that even mean, no way this camera could do anything but take photos, right? I'll take a photo of the homeless guy on the street, I guess? Click. I take a photo, and nothing happens. I chuckle to myself, its probably ancient and they didnt know what a picture was. I was in my bed 10 minutes later,when I suddenly felt the urge to... kill that man?
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Horrorthis isn't really for squeamish people. I guarantee there'll be really weird moments (but I'll put trigger warnings bc I'm a cool kid) so read at ur own discretion and *risk* (without ur parents bc thats weird)
