Disclaimer! I do NOT own any of the Fatal Frame ideas or things that are used in this story….and I'm kinda glad. These games freaked me out and I don't know if I'd want the camera….ok so I would. But I do own all the characters! Read and review, and flame if you must. I need a good laugh! Enjoy!

Day 2

Erik sat on his bed replaying the events of the night before over and over again in his head. 'Did it really happen? Was it a dream? It had to have been. Ghosts aren't real. Right? ' He shook his head trying to get the images out of his head. He closed his eyes and slowly lay back onto his bed. As he lay there, trying to fall into sleep, the vision of the woman being stabbed over and over again, would not stop playing. The next thing Erik knew, he opened his eyes, to realize it was morning.

"Erik! You better get up! You're going to miss the bus!" His mother yelled from downstairs. "You want me to make you something for breakfast?"

"No, Mom. I'm not really hungry. I'll be down in a few." Erik swung his legs over the edge of his bed, and put his feet on the floor. He let out a small gasp when he felt something cold on his toes. He looked down, only to find one of the knives, used to stab the woman, under his foot. His eyes grew wider and he jumped away from his bed, over to the light switch. He flipped it on. He looked back at where the knife was, but it wasn't there. 'Great… Now I'm going crazy. It wasn't real! It was just a dream.'

He got ready, grabbed his bag, and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. He and his mom did the classic family thing, said good-bye and to have a good day and that they loved each other. He walked to the bus stop, but stopped a few feet short upon seeing something on the ground near the huge boulder at the bus stop. No one else was at the bus stop yet, so he decided to slowly walk up to the rock, as if it were dynamite about to explode. When he got closer, he felt his heart go into his throat. On the ground in front of the rock, was the Camera Obscura. It was like last night was happening all over again. Just then, Erik heard something across the street, making him feel nauseous instantly. He slowly lifted his head up and saw his Grandpa Rick on the corner again, staring up to the sky.

Rick broke his gaze from the sky and looked straight into Erik's eyes. His boney hand lifted from his side and he pointed to the rock. "Please….Erik…Stop….Them…. Stop My…..Suffering…." CRACK! The debris that had crushed Rick came from no where again and crushed him. Erik shut his eyes and covered his ears. He could feel the tears rolling down his face.

When he opened his eyes, Rick and the debris were gone. Erik looked back at the rock. "I'll help you grandpa." Erik said to no one. He reached down and picked up the camera. When he stood back up, he looked around to make sure no one was around. He stretched out and pushed on the rock, and felt it open. He pushed the door as wide as he could and looked down the steep steps. One more glance around, to be sure no one was there, he slowly entered the rock and shut the door behind him. Carefully walking down the stairs he made sure he had the camera with him. When he made it to the bottom, the torches were still lit, and he began to walk down the long hallway.

He made it to the spot where the woman was, but there was nothing there. But then he remembered something from last night. 'THIS CAMERA CAN CAPTURE THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T SEE WITH THE NAKED EYE!' Reaching for the camera, he heard something behind him. The camera was up to his eye in no time and he whirled around. Nothing was there. When he turned back around, there was a door that was open. His heart jumped again. He kept the camera right in front of him as he passed through the door.

The new room was a big open area, with three doors. One on the right wall, one directly in front of him, and one to the left of him. There were curtains hanging down in the center, in a square formation. A small flickering light was inside of the curtains. Erik looked around the room and decided that a good place to start would be with whatever is behind the curtains. He cautiously walked toward the curtain closest to him.

"I don't want to do it anymore… But the God's must be happy." Came a whisper from behind the curtain. Erik stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing this. He brought the camera up to his eye and reached for the curtain. He felt his heart almost stop as he saw the same woman from before, kneeling down by a table, with her back to him. Waiting for the attack, he noticed the capture circle was blue instead of red. He snapped a photo, and after the flash was gone, so was the woman. Erik pulled the picture out of the camera and looked at it. It was just a picture of the Woman Kneeling at the Desk. There was also something left behind on the desk. Erik reached out and grabbed it. It was a small piece of paper, most likely written from the woman.

It read:

"This ritual is so pointless! There is no point for me to be losing my blood just to make them happy!

Why me!? What makes me so special? I'm just an average woman. I hate this.

Maybe I can escape before the ritual hits the final day."

"Ritual? What is she talking about? And losing her blood? That sounds horrible. What the hell were they doing down here?" Erik whispered after reading the paper. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a shadow of someone outside the curtain to his right. The camera was back up to his face, and he slowly backed out of the other side of the curtains. He could hear some kind of whispering, but couldn't make out the words. It sounded like the person was speaking some other language. But then it stopped, and so did Erik. He lowered the camera from his eye, and peeked around the other side of the curtain. No one was there. He let out a deep breath, but froze when he heard something behind him.

"Die……." Was whispered from behind him. Erik spun around, only to find the big man who carried the bucket of the woman's blood away last night, right in front of him. The big man was still wearing the disturbing mask and brought his arms up, with his hands balled into fists. He took a swing that hit Erik square in the chest. Erik was knocked onto his back and the camera flew out of his hands. Erik sat up and watched the big man walking toward him. The big man brought his arms up again, but this time Erik was expecting the attack. He rolled over, through the ghost, and grabbed the camera. He jumped back up to his feet and lifted the camera to his eye. The capture circle was red, and there was a small blinking light at the top. A small chime sounded as well. "Fatal Frame…" He snapped a picture which knocked the big man back, but the small chime sounded again. Erik pressed the shutter button again, and the ghost grunted, and then disappeared.

Erik knew it was not over. He looked at the filament at the bottom right hand corner of the camera and saw a faint red glow. He began to walk in a circle and the filament grew brighter. He stopped at where it was the brightest. Although nothing was there, Erik stayed in the ready position. Nothing happened for about 20 seconds, but then out of nowhere, the ghost ran out of the wall with his arm up, and swung it back down, knocking the camera out of Erik's hands again. He stopped in front of Erik and stood there. Erik looked at the man, completely unarmed. The man then grabbed Erik's shoulders, and another flashback occurred.

There was an alter in the middle of a big room, surrounded by candles. At the alter stood what looked like two priests. They were both holding books, and in front of them on the alter, was some kind of mask. Behind Erik, a door opened. Another woman, different from the last, was brought in, by another two of the priest like men. She was brought to the alter and then pushed down to her knees. One of the priests opened a book and began reciting something in another language. Another priest picked up the mask and held it high above his head. The mask looked like a sleeping mask, only with spikes where the eyes go. The other two priests held the woman down. Erik then realized what was about to happen.

"NO! THIS IS WRONG!" He shouted. The priests stopped, and looked at him. 'Uh…oh….I thought this was a flashback…' The priests then continued with what they were doing. The mask was brought down so fast and hard, Erik could not look away. The woman screamed in agony. The priests let go of the woman, and turned to Erik. They began walking toward him, and Erik could not move. They got to him and grabbed him. They brought him over to the alter, after taking the screaming blinded woman out. Erik was forced to kneel down, and noticed there was another mask.

The priest opened the book again. He started reciting his strange language again, as the other priest picked up the other mask. Erik was able to make out one thing from this man's text.

"Let the eyes of the damn, now be blinded, but tormented, by seeing the dead!"

The mask came down….