Someone Joined the Group Chat
horror◐ TeenEveryone was typing and deleting, typing and deleting. So I just asked. Me: "who are you" The reply came fast. Like it had been waiting for me specifically. "You know me." Me: "no i don't" It sent a second photo. My seventh birthday party, in our old kitchen. I remember that cake. There's a man standing behind seven-year-old me. I have never seen him before in my life.
Zoe: "that's photoshopped. it has to be." I zoomed in on the man. His face was a little wrong, like a photo of a photo. And he wasn't looking at the cake like everyone else. He was looking at whoever was holding the camera. Me: "who took this picture?" The gray circle: "You did." Me: "i was SEVEN" "You handed me the camera. You said, take one of all of us." I don't remember that. But we did lose a camera that year.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardSam: "wait. was it the silver camera?" Me: "how do you know that" Sam: "because it's in my closet. it was already there when we moved into this house. i thought it was dad's." He sent a picture of it. Old silver camera, dusty, a roll of film still inside. The gray circle answered before any of us could. "Don't develop the film." So obviously Dad drove us all to the one-hour photo place in the morning.