AequusNox

Eventually, you start getting texts from some random numbers with text saying “Where are you?”, “I want to kill you”, “COME BACK” and other threatening texts; you obviously show them to the police, but they can’t do much if the threat never shows up or anything like that.

You notice that in your photos, things you never thought would have a soul, actually had one: Grass, trees, pigs, gingers and even that old lady near your old house had somewhat of a good soul.

After some years, you decide to move with your girlfriend and thus, you have to pick up your stuff. You find some things you had forgotten about, and in your wishes to recover them, you go to the bathroom so they can be washed; ut what you find is even more interesting, the mirror has written the words “Where are you?” in blood. In a jump of fear, you get your camera so you can show evidence to the police, but when you see how the photo came out, you see your soul for the first time, a twisted coal-like fleshy being with 43 eyes as big as your ego shinning like gold under the sun; 13 jaws all over your body and a tongue with no end that comes in and out 23 twisted fleshy holes all around your body that make you look hollow.

You can’t bare to look at the photo anymore, your terror is way too inmense, but, you notice the bloody words on the mirror have changed, they now say “I found you!”

You don’t know what to do, you can’t show that to the police, can you? 

You go back to your girlfriend’s house and talk with her, she calls you crazy and storms out of the room, but, you know she’s mad about something else.

You try talking to your friends and they also seem to be mad at you... 

After taking some photos in secret, you notice that even though everyone still has a little hope and friendship in them for you, they are all hurt and mad at you for the way you’ve beeen treating them, you got so excited about taking advantage of your camera that everyone feels left behind and taken advantage of...

You decide to become a good man, too show them the love and support you haven’t since you got that stupid thing... But it’s way too late, before arriving home, you find your own soul staring at you and waiting; you tried telling it something about you not caring about the camera anymore, but it didn’t wait to eat you.

The days went slow since then, you started losing excitement of photographing the landscapes and the people, for some reason, everyone looked plain and boring to you, but you didn’t know why.

You started seeing your camera as some old piece of shit that couldn’t make you happy anymore, so you stored it in a locker in your bathroom and got a formal job.

You caught yourself cheating, arguing with your girlfriend, insulting and criticizing your friends, leaving them behind and overall being a bad person. You turned to alcohol and drugs but nothing satiated you, so you became suiccidal.

You were going crazy and you weren’t feeling like you anymore, so you bought a new phone and started texting your old one, asking yourself about where could you be, telling yourself that you want to kill you/them, and telling yourself to come back... Stupid stuff.

You wanted to bleed out in your old house’s bathroom, so you cut your wrist open and looked at your reflection... You saw the face of a man you no longer recognized, so you wrote with blood “Where are you?”...

You weren’t bleeding oout as fast as you thougt, so you started messing with the camera to wait for your body to turn cold.

You took a photo of your reflection under the words you wrote, so that your friends and everyone knew you killed yourself, but, for no reason in particular, you showed your reflection the photo, muscle memory, but what you found shocked you, your reflection was holding the photo of a twisted coal-like fleshy being with 43 eyes as big as your ego shinning like gold under the sun; 13 jaws all over its body and a tongue with no end that comes in and out 23 twisted fleshy holes all around the body that make it look hollow.