Photography 007

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31 Aug 2019

It drags...Draggssss.....draggs it's head on the ground... following... dragging.. a red red line.

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lazesummerstone, 31 Aug 2019

With some experimentation, I found stuff only appears in the pictures when the photo is taken within the valley of Mosscreek. Also more disturbing, after using the camera I can see THINGS with my own eyes for a little while after. Shadows.

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WarDragonComic, 31 Aug 2019

Thats creepy and funny at the same time.

Tooniator (Guest), 31 Aug 2019

I didn't notice the blood until I read the tooltip.

UnknownStardust, 31 Aug 2019

@Tooniator: Same

UnknownStardust, 31 Aug 2019

OoOoOoOoh.... spooky

Textualfish, 01 Sep 2019


Now I’m stuck imagining seeing this thing rounding my street corner on its head, leaving a trail of blood in its wake while I’m taking out the trash or something. Watching the soundless silhouette drag its way across the sidewalk across the street. It crosses under the murky orange light from a nearby street lamp and absorbs all the light that touches it. I put down the trash can, but am frozen by a strange curiosity. I’m unsure whether to be terrified or welcoming. It makes its way closer, house by house until it is directly across the street from me.
It halts without any deceleration, and stays impossibly still. I stare at it for a few minutes, wondering what it might do next- and what IT might be. Something in the back of my mind is telling me to go inside, but the unshakable curiosity holds me steady. It slowly turns to face me, and my curiosity melts to dread. It begins slipping down the neighbor’s driveway much faster than it was moving before. I begin to backpedal, but with each of my steps, it speeds up. Unintelligible whispers begin echoing through my head. It crosses the length of the street in just over a second, and begins up my driveway. The whispers grow louder and swallows out the sound of the buzzing of the cheap bulb screwed into the lamp post and the chirping of the crickets singing to each other. Time begins to slow and each footfall causes a great amount of fatigue. The silhouette slides the distance of my SUV in under a second. I now cannot move, as if I’m being held in place. The whispers begin to drown out my thoughts, and my mind begins to slip. I begin to understand. It halts inches from my face. It smells of rain- no, a storm. It smells of the early breezes of a catastrophic hurricane. The summer heat seeps away and is replaced by a fresh spring breeze. I have a deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, clenching in panic.
But the whispers finally begin to make sense. It wants me. And I want it to have me. This is no beast; it is a visitor. It... loves me, in a way- in a way that I have never been loved before. The whispers cease mid-syllable, and one speaking voice pierces though the new silence. It has no gender, it has no tone- it is a sensical jumble of noises. Our own secret language.
“Good. Let’s begin.”

We both instantaneously phase from existence and go where no living human will ever find us- where it can experiment endlessly.

But... you know... I don’t live in Mosscreek so I’m fine, right?


Textualfish, 01 Sep 2019

@Textualfish: I shouldn’t post at night anymore.
I don’t remember writing this

lazesummerstone, 02 Sep 2019

@Textualfish: This is definitely creepy in itself. a...are you ok?

Tim Tom, 02 Sep 2019

old boi

that picture is what we're going to look like by the time this story continues.


A devil or Angel oh how do I wonder but it will keep my hungry eyes from feeding on me till the tale is once again spun
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