Last weekend the beta and I were rummaging around one of the antique stores in the little town I grew up in. I was sorting through a bin of old photos, hoping for inspiration for my Victorian-era novel, when I found this gem:
Me: Honey! Look at this!
Me: They look like serial killers, don’t they? I’m kind of worried about the rabbit the one kid is holding. I bet if I bought this photo, they’d emerge from it in the middle of the night and kill me in my sleep. And look—it’s only three dollars! That’s a bargain.
TB: For a possessed picture that will come to life and murder you.
Me: Exactly! I’m buying it.
TB:…I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.
The point of this story is that if I suddenly disappear, I’ve probably been murdered by a haunted photo. Unless by posting this I’ve unwittingly unleashed them onto everyone viewing it, kind of like that video in The Ring. Oops.