I can still vividly remember the night when everything changed. Thomas and I were celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary and we decided to take a photo to commemorate the special occasion. Little did we know, that photo would set off a chain of events that would lead us to uncover a harrowing truth.
With a warm smile, Thomas adjusted the camera timer and quickly joined me in front of the fireplace. “Ten years,” he said, his eyes filled with love.
“Ten years of us,” I replied, feeling grateful for the wonderful life we had built together.
As the camera’s timer beeped, I heard a faint noise coming from the hallway. I hesitated for a moment before shrugging it off and focusing on the cozy moment. Our house was filled with memories from the past decade, with framed photos of our happiest moments adorning the walls. Little did we know, that one photo would soon join the others in a much more significant way.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly. “Check that, hon,” Thomas mumbled, still half-asleep. “It’s been going off for a while.”
I grabbed my phone and was surprised to see that our social media post had gone viral with comments and notifications flooding in. As I scrolled through, confusion quickly turned into unease.
“People are saying there’s something weird in the background of our photo,” I said, sitting up in bed.
Thomas yawned, leaning over to take a look. “Weird? Like what?”
I hesitated, then handed him the phone. A highlighted screenshot showed a faint, childlike face near my shoulder. “What the hell is that?” I whispered, my heart racing.
“Probably a glitch or a prank,” Thomas said, trying to dismiss it. But deep down, I could tell he was just as unsettled as I was. He handed the phone back and headed to the bathroom.
But I couldn’t let it go. I opened the original photo in my gallery and zoomed in on the shadowy figure. It wasn’t a glitch. The face was too detailed, its expression haunting. “Thomas, look again. This… this is real,” I insisted, my voice trembling.
Thomas was skeptical, but I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I grabbed the camera and took several photos in the same spot, hoping to recreate the effect. But to my horror, each photo showed faint, ghostly outlines in the background. “Thomas, I think our house is haunted,” I said, my voice cracking with fear.
“We’ve lived here for ten years. Don’t you think we would have noticed?” He replied, trying to sound reassuring. But I could tell he was just as scared as I was.
As we were about to leave the house for lunch, I caught a glimpse of movement in an upstairs window. The same pale, childlike face was staring back at me. “Stop the car!” I shouted, pointing at the house. But when Thomas looked, it was gone.
That night, I was awakened by the sound of soft sobbing and footsteps echoing through the house. “Thomas, wake up. Do you hear that?” I whispered, my voice shaking.