So, my wife is on Holiday in France with a group of friends. They've gone for the week and left on Monday, leaving me with nothing to do.
I decided to plan a camping trip to our local camp site with a group of my mates who I haven't seen in a while. We camped and it was great. We sat around the fire eating marshmallow after marshmallow and caught up with how everyone was doing.
We decided to live young and play Manhunt. I was the one who had to go and look for them in the pitch black woods. There were no lights or sounds to be heard or seen. After about a minute of searching, I saw a light of a phone turn off.
I guessed that one of my friends accidentally turned it on or checked the time and switched it off. I headed in the direction of the phone and noticed it was lying on the floor. I picked it up and pressed the power button to see who's phone it was. The background was a collage of pictures of my wife. I started freaking out. I looked around quickly trying to find out who dropped it, nothing. I used the bright screen as a source of light. Nothing. Just a wide, open area full of grass with overhanging trees. My heart was thumping so I ran back to the tents shouting "The game's over" repeatedly.
My friends came out of the woods all laughing and jeering. I asked if anyone had an iPhone 5S, none of them did. Yet I was holding an iPhone 5S with pictures of my wife. I attempted to unlock the phone, it didn't have a passcode. The home screen background was another picture of my wife. This time, outside of the hotel her and her friends were staying at.
I looked in the Photo Stream and found more photos of her. Pictures of her shopping, eating and texting. Since June 2013, this person had been collected photos of my wife, no-matter what she was doing. My heart skipped a beat. She is away in France, probably unaware of this person.
I left the camp site early and now am sitting at home, watching the Photo Stream add a picture every hour at exactly 14 minutes past. Silence has filled the house except from my heavy breathing and pounding heart. Something's not right. I'm too scared to call her.