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This story is dedicated to Kitten and Gwendolyn. : )

Photographs were everything. She loved the… magnetism it showed of people's lives. She smiled at the customer, handing them their bag of pictures, and went to go sort the rest of the recently printed pictures.

Mandy Tradfeld was happy. She loved life. She was so happy with her boyfriend, Rob, and she loved her job working for the 1hr Photo. She had been so happy her life, being raised by loving parents, having a normal high school career, with the ups and downs and stresses of just moving through it, and college was a snap. Now, she just wanted to do photography for the rest of her life. Starting now.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Mandy dropped the pictures from her slim hands and she stepped back. It couldn't be. She bent down on her knees, and slowly gathered them together. She looked down at the pictures, her heart lurching into her throat. A dead body… the pictures got closer and closer to the face.

A scream tore from her throat and she fell back on her rear, crying. " No, no, no…" She started to cry and she leaned against the counter. It couldn't be; it just wasn't possible. She looked back over at the pictures, her face twisting into pain. She picked two of them up. It was, oh god… oh god… " No… Rob…" She started to cry, and she noticed someone she had seen before… a WWF superstar? Then she looked down at the next picture. It was a picture of a letter. It said:

DON'T WORRY

YOU'RE NEXT

Mandy threw the pictures are far as she could, then sobbed. The world spun, and she fell on the ground, out cold.

***

" Mand? Mandy?" the worried voice called her back from the abyss.

Mandy opened her eyes and saw her boss, Jerry, standing above her, with her co-worker, Mark, next to him. " Jerry? What…"

" We heard you scream, and thought Rob might have come by, and then later we came out like fifteen minutes later, and you were lying on the floor." Jerry explained, helping Mandy up.

Mandy leaned against the counter. Rob? Rob! Tears started to swell in her eyes. She looked down frantically. No pictures. " There were pictures…" She stared to feel the bile rise in her throat. There was someone here before…

Mark looked at her odd. " There weren't any pictures when we came out here."

" Oh… my…" Mandy leaned against the counter for support. She leaned over it, and tried to catch her breath. Someone was there… and the man in the picture… other than Rob. Tears swelled in her eyes again, why Rob? Who was that man? Few pictures came to her head, but she knew where he was from. The WWF.

Mandy looked back towards her boss, then Mark, and she shook her head. " I think… I need to go home…"

Jerry nodded. " By all means, Mand, go home, take the rest of the day off… go to a doctor, will ya?"

Mandy nodded and slowly stumbled out of the store. She didn't know what had happened, and where the photographs had gone, but her brain told her she was meant to see those photographs. She had seen them; she knew she wasn't dreaming… she couldn't have been. She just couldn't have been.

Slowly making her way to her car, she fumbled around for her car keys. She found them in her pocket and she tried for a few minutes, missing the keyhole. " Dammit." She muttered. After a few minutes, Mandy finally opened the door, and then she stepped back, her eyes wide with fear.

A letter with only the typed letter M. Tradfeld on it laid perfectly on the drivers seat.

Mandy tried to stop the coughing fit, but she sat back down on the curb. She didn't want to drive, she didn't want to move, but she had to see it. Curiosity would kill her if she didn't. She slowly reached forward and opened the letter.

Mandy:

Do you miss him?

Did you like the pictures? We took them especially for you…

Maybe you can find us, would you like that?

Remember one thing…

Don't Trust Anybody.

Mandy dropped the letter from her hands, and her body started to shake. She didn't know who was playing the game, and she didn't want to be in it. She looked back down at the paper that was already blowing away. She didn't know where to go, but she knew where she should start… At the WWE pay-per-view that was tonight.

To be continued…?

Note: Hehe… hope you like this story, it's my new favorite… I am really hoping to do this one and yes, I love this one… I don't know, I just love it. : ) Sooooo, you can tell me if you love it by reviewing. : ) Go review please! - Saphi