I bought an old camera at a flea market for five dollars.

It still worked.

That night, I took a photograph of my bedroom.

When the picture developed, there was a woman standing behind me.

I was alone when I took it.

I deleted the photograph.

The next morning, I found another picture on the camera.

It showed me sleeping.

I checked the timestamp.

3:14 a.m.

I hadn’t taken it.

The following night, another photograph appeared.

This time, the woman was standing beside my bed.

Her face was closer.

I stopped using the camera.

But the photographs continued.

Every morning, there was a new one.

The woman moved closer each night.

On the seventh morning, the photograph showed her standing directly behind my sleeping body.

Her face was inches from mine.

I turned the camera off and threw it into a drawer.

Then I heard the shutter click.

I slowly opened the drawer.

The camera was pointing directly at me.

The screen displayed one final photograph.

It showed me looking into the drawer.

And behind me stood the woman.