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Closer



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

Like every other parent, mine had always wanted to take pictures of ‘precious’ moments. Most of them consist of me with food on my face and other cliches.

I recently found a box of these photos. They were all old Polaroids, I still have the camera that was used to take them. I took a stack of the pictures out of the box and started looking through them. About half way through the stack I noticed something, a small, black smudge. I thought it was just something on the lens. But it seemed to appear in every photo and gradually got bigger as I grew older with in the pictures.

I had finished that stack and decided to move on to the next. And there it was again, that same black spot in the corner. I quickly flipped through them, eyes barely grazing over the picture before changing into the next.

I had gone through about 8 years worth of pictures when I started to see something in the black spot. Outlines of something that was barely visible. I looked closely at each photograph, trying to find out what it was. Like always, as I progressed it got closer and closer.

I gasped as I looked at one picture, what I initially thought was just a smudge had turned into a face. It was slightly transparent, it had two large pits for eyes, a big, wide, toothy, evil looking grin. It was so close, much closer than it had ever been. The mass was hovering behind my smiling 12-year-old self. I dropped the picture back into the box. That was the last picture I had ever taken. It’s been three years since that picture.

I closed my eyes, breathed out, then got up and put the box away. I walked back to my room and steered clear of mirrors and any other reflective surfaces. I sat at my desk and opened up my desk drawer. I looked down and saw it, the camera that had taken all of those pictures. I grabbed it and held it in front of me, facing me. I took a deep breath.

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Two.

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Click.

The picture slide up from the slit and started developing. I took it out and set it on the desk. I waited and waited. The picture slowly coming into view. I got up from the desk and walked over to my bed, grabbing my book and slowly making my way to the desk. I set the book down gently and closed my eyes. I patted around for the picture. Once found, I picked it up and held it in front of my face. I quickly opened my eyes and screamed. I didn’t see me. I saw nothing of mine. All I saw was that face.

Credit To: Quinn.

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28 thoughts on “Closer”

  1. I personally whould have ended that a little differently, the last Polaroid would have had no face in it and when he drops the picture from view the face was in front of him. Just an idea

  2. Oh, so after about 13 years the thing finally managed to get in front of the camera, wait another year or so and it will finally be past it and stop ruining all shoots, problem solved.

  3. Good pasta, but it was rushed. Usually theres some skepticism in between the discovery of something strange and the main character getting freaked out/uneasy. I haven’t seen insidious or read the sun dog, so I don’t know about you “ripping them off”, but still a fun read. 7/10 I’d say

  4. Err…

    This sounds a lot like Stephen King’s The Sun Dog.

    Where this kid obtains a camera on his birthday, takes pics and realizes there is a vicious black dog coming closer to the viewer with every snapshot.

    Dog finally jumps out and eats a different viewer who was misusing/mass produced pics.

    That book should be a movie.

  5. I liked the build up (cliched, sure, but whatever), and I REALLY liked that the guy was ballsy enough to take another picture.

    I did NOT like the ending. OMG his face was covered by a shadow in the picture. Whatever. Is it a problem with the camera? Is it a problem with the kid? Does it matter? So he can’t have pictures taken of him. Who cares.

  6. The only reason I dislike this one is because it was far too much like the movie insidious. While the main plot focused on the boy, the father went through exactly this.

    So boo.

    If you really thought of this I’m sorry for calling you out but this was way too similar.

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