A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band. She picked them up, and as she walked, she started to browse. The first photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldn’t make out his features. The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer. The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly.
With each one the man in the picture came a bit closer and his features
were a bit clearer. Turning the last corner to her house, the girl
noticed that the man in the photos seems to be looking at her even when
she moved the stack from side to side. It frightened her, but she kept
flipping them over, one by one. By the nineteenth picture, the man was
so close his face completely filled the frame. His expression was the
most horrifying the girl had ever seen. Walking up the driveway, she
turned to the last photo. This time, instead of an image, there were two
words: "Close enough."
Hearing a scream outside their house, the girl’s brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure.
Hearing a scream outside their house, the girl’s brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure.
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