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.
