Hour 3- The Camera Of Spirits

Hour 3: The Camera Of Spirits

Kenny stirred and found himself on the floor, he found himself in a dark hallway lit by only candles. ‘It’s this place again…’ Kenny whispered. He stood up, the pendent feeling cool on his skin, he clutched the pendent tightly and walked down the hallway, as he arrived at the end of the hallway, the pendent was now icy and Kenny felt very uneasy, he suddenly saw a glint in the light, he edged towards it slowly and saw a camera, the pendent was now almost freezing as he edged closer to the camera, as he brushed against the camera, he heard a piercing scream and a white light flashed. ‘The camera….can see….things……..that …no one…..can’ a raspy voice whispered. ‘ To……banish…the….spirits…that….seek …..vengeance. The raspy voice laughed, slowly it began to laugh louder and louder until it reached into a maniacal cackle then everything went black.

Kenny awoke feeling numb, what was that? He asked himself, he stood up, feeling slightly groggy then he saw the camera again on the floor, he edged towards the camera and touched it and jumped back, when nothing happen he warily picked up the camera, the camera appeared very old, there was dust and scratches all over the lens, on the rim of the lens a series of symbols were engraved, on the top right corner of the peephole, a piece of filament was encased in glass. Somehow he could feel some form of power coming from the camera. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from a door the end of the hallway, a sound of soft footsteps ringed throughout the hallway. “Hello?’ Kenny said. Silence was the reply, his instincts kicked in and he decided to follow the footsteps. As he opened the door, he arrived at a large grand parlor, I’ve been here before… Kenny thought. The sound of soft footsteps resonated around the room, Kenny tracked the source of the noise and found it was coming from above a flight of rickety wooden stairs on the left corner of the parlor, ascending slowly, he reached a room upstairs that was just as damaged and desolate as room below, what made the hairs on the back of neck stand was the red writing streaked all over the walls repeating the same message: “Why did I let her go?” In the middle of the room a book with a faded picture of a young lady smiling with a sweet girl dressed in a fluffy pink dress, he opened the book and the contents read:

She’s gone…gone from my grasp. Why did I let her go to the park alone? When they came back with the body.. I just cried and cried. But now I see her…I can see her in my mind, I can see her smiling, she’s calling me to follow her to escape my suffering, to escape my pain…’

Who are these people? He wondered. The picture’s setting didn’t look very old, perhaps it had been taken about 2 or 3 months ago. Suddenly, he heard the soft footsteps following by some muttering coming from the door in the right side of the room, he slowly walked towards the room and he peeped through the crack, he saw hundreds of drawings posted on the wall, a few news clippings but he could not make out what they were saying in the center of the room sat a woman with fair brown hair and dressed in a white shirt and beige pants, she was crying and muttering inaudible words, Kenny opened the door, but a crack from the warped door made him jump, the woman sat up abruptly and stared right at Kenny, he jumped back stumbling onto the floor, ‘so…you took my daughter….’ A voice exclaimed , Kenny turned around, the woman was standing by the stairs, his only way out, Kenny couldn’t respond, his heart was pounding in fear, ‘WHERE IS SHE?!” She shrieked, her eyes turning bloodshot and she looked like a crazed witch, she leaped at Kenny and he screamed.