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Chapter 3) Taking snapshots.

She'd told her dad she felt sick. He asked her what it was and she quickly told him about her period. That made him winch back quicker then ever before. Somehow fathers can't handle the fact that little girls grow up. It made her smile for a good few seconds when he stumbled around and closet the door.

Then her smile disappeared. Quickly she reached for the camera. In silence she watched the whole scene. "I'm seem to be dead…- But I'm still talking." It freaked her out how she stood there in the bathroom with gaping holes in her body. Talking. She'd hoped so badly it was all just a nasty dream, cost by lack of sleep.

But it wasn't, somehow she looked dead. She didn't feel it, but somehow her camera told her she was dead.

Maybe this was just some big joke or something. A fake camera with some strange side effects. But on the other hand how could some cheap thing show you something like that. She zoomed in to the wounds, it looked ten times better then in most of the movies she'd seen.

And she could know, she liked horror movies.

As long as she didn't play a part in it.

It made her wonder if she would be the only one that looked like been attacked by Freddy Kruger. She putted her coat on and jammed her keys into her pocket. She took a umbrella before she closed the door.

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London was so big and she hoped she would be able to find the apartment back. London seemed to get more and more depressed every day. The rain, the cold. She wondered how many people committed suicide over that. She would, maybe that was what her camera tried to tell her. Get out before you get depressed!

After a few streets she found enough courage to put the thing back on. Just in case she sat down on a bench.

She switch the thing on. Loading, loading. Her screen showed her the bench, her sneakers and the tiles under them. Slowly she went up, the old buildings passed and she even recorded the rainy sky.

For a few minutes she kept filming everything and everyone around her. People gave her funny looks but didn't draw blood. It was just another day in London.

Somehow this discovery didn't easy her worry. Did she go crazy or something? Maybe she was.

Then her camera started to buzz. She looked into the screen and the images started to shudder and shook. Right in front of her the bench started to age. The wood got rip into grooves, moss started to nest into the curves. Her camera switched off.

'Shit!' Frozen she looked at the tiny piece of electronic in her hands. She was really losing it right now. 'C'mon go back on!' Angry she squeezed on the tiny buttons. The thing made a snoozing sound, flashed on and showed her rainy London. A little light started to blink on and off, meaning the batteries where low.

She jumped up and a bit zombie-like she started to walk. A few times she bumped into people, but she kept her eyes burned onto the little screen. For a few minutes she saw nothing more then the ordinary streets, the people that chattered in there cocky accent. She scampered through the park and looked around for clues. Nothing, not even wood going crazy.

Pouting she walked out of the park, rattled with her hand over the fence and get that up for a whole block until she had to cross the street. "Well, fine if your going to bitch about it I just throw you away!" She was about to switch her camera when her heel got stuck between cobble-stones.

She looked at her feet. 'Cobble-stones? Here in big busy London?!' A shiver run over her back. She looked at her screen, seeing nothing more then a busy street, a car drove by a few teens chattered. While her breath started to speed she closed her eyes and lowered her camera.

'Please don't let my gut feeling be right…'

But as ever, it didn't let her down. Her modern rainy London was gone.

It was replaced by sober streets. The asphalt had turned into slippery cobble-stones. The houses had shrunk and looked colder, darker. Something else then rain hung in the air.

Something sinister, colder then rain but not cold enough to be snow. It must be the fog that lingered in the sky and hid in the dark alleys. There where no people around in the street she stood.

'O my gosh, what is happening to me!?' Her lips parted, ready to scream but she was to amazed to let any breath slip. She turned from side to side, made a swirl around and finally let the air in her lung be taken away by the fog. 'This is crazy, absolutely crazy!'

Carefully she pulled her sneaker out of the cobble-grip and started to walk again, holding her camera as if her life depended on it. Which might be very true.

She found it odd there where no people walking through the streets. This place, somehow couldn't be else but London, there must be people living here right? The houses, they seemed cold and dark, they had to be someone's home right? There had to be someone in this gloomy-London able to help her. Right?

She scampered through a long narrow street. If this was a dream, it was a very real one. She could smell a strong sent of piss, rotting trash and smoke. In this dream realm of London she could also feel. The cold that made her bones shiver and her fingertips tingled.

'Why did my mom ever suggested to go visit dad…'

Slowly the fog started to fade away and her vision started to get clearer again. While she wondered to see any sign of life or get a clue wherever she was, her camera started to sputter and buzzer again.

'What is it now!?' The images on the screen where blurry, she whipped over the tiny glass and found out it was something technical. The screen was clean and sow was the lens.

Nothing seemed to broken about the thing, but the images kept being blurry. Even the colours had left the camera. She could see a car drive through a lot crowdie street then she stood in right now. As she moved her camera round, up and down the blurry views showed her pieces of the modern-London. She turned around and lifted her camera towards a large corner-house.

Modern-London showed her same sort of image, only a lot blurrier.

'So where am I? Modern or Gloomy-London?' She lowered her camera and started to walk again, keeping a half eye on the road while she peeked on her camera for further clues.

Halfway the street her camera started to focus. Bit by bit the images started to get clearer.

People started to get a clear face, they smiled and she started to be able to hear there voices.

For the first time in four days she wanted to hug them for there cocky accent. All the sudden she stopped walking as a deep frowned decorated her forehead.

Someone started to walk up to her. Not in Gloomy-London but in her screen. She couldn't get any clear material, the person was a blur, something she'd named a shadow-shot if she wouldn't be in such an awkward position. It was something like a photo-shot, taken while the person was running. The person was blurry and seemed to be shaking, moving. Towards her.

And it wasn't the basic London scamp.

She stopped walking and took a step back as the person wrapped in blurs and shadows looked up. For a spare moment she could have sworn he noticed her.

Suddenly his blurry images was gone. This amazingly made her worry more. 'Where did he go?'

Shivery she started to shot her camera from side to side. A bus drove by, a kid whined about an ice-cream. A couple made out. A man took his dog for a walk. Normal modern London. O, how she started to miss that place. What was so bad about rain anyway? It was just wet and annoying, not life threatening or terrifying. Nothing like the fog, nothing like the darkness that seemed to be lingering all around her.

The light of her battery started to blink violently. That wasn't a good sign. She hoped the thing would hold a few minutes longer, somehow it felt like her lifeline. Her only way back.

'C'mon please, I wanna be there!' She caressed the little screen with her fingertips. "I need to get back there."

Her camera started to hum and buzz on her commend. A few seconds she got a very clear image of Gloomy-London before it started to shatter back into pieces of modern London. It was like little pieces of ice melted together, normal-gloomy-normal-gloomy.

Suddenly the whole image seemed to fit, her camera flashed and took a photo. It was from the corner-house, a blurry darken photo. While she watched it all in shock and surprise she heard a low husky voice: "Who are you?"

Then her battery failed her at last, it had been loyal but enough was enough. All the lights, the views it died. All the sudden she was the one wrapped in total darkness.

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