Photography - A Spooky Month x Reader.

PROLOGUE PT 1: September.

LOG DATE: [REDACTED]

Upon doing further investigation of that forest near the house on the hill, we found the sight of deceased [REDACTED], along with different symbols depicted on trees and stones. And certain messages we couldn't decipher. There apprared to be a long, thin passage that the man in that red robe must have left there. But it's in Latin—and as of now, we know of no officers who can understand Latin speech, so we are yet to know what any of it means until we get a translator.

However, on one particular stone, there was something else. Written in [REDACTED], there was simply written:

"Adhuc hic sum."

There will be further investigation done around the area shortly.

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"Sedonah, Arizona. Harboring mysterious dissapearances of children for decades. Even now, there's yet to be found an answer about any of these strange dissapearances or vanishings. And even the towns authorities appear to not know of why this always seems to happen."

An image of a strange red robe displayed itself on screen.

"However—could this strange red robe that was found shortly after the vanishing of a recent child in the town be the answer to this mystery? Could this lead to an investigation that may finally solve this once and for all?"

"We will have to see—"

Then, a hand slammed against the top half of the television box. Before I knew it, the displayed screen was gone.

In response, I stayed quiet.

..slowly, she turned to look at me—her hand still on the set as she sighed.

"Don't.. listen to this type of stuff, honey. It probably isn't good for you to be hearing about this."

I paused, swallowing. But I understood. And I nodded.

"..okay, mama."

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..it's beautiful out here.

That's what I think anyway, looking out on all of these different sorts of houses in the late sunlight. The architecture average, but still somehow admirable. The moment I had driven here, I felt the same warmth I did from my last visit. That same, sweat producing, overwhelming heat.

And even now as I admire the dark green front yards and divergent structures of the part of the neighborhood I'm in, I can't help but feel as if I'm drowning it. As if the very sun itself were taking its hands out and wrapping it around my thin/large neck.

Slowly, clenching the small plastic device of a camera in my hands, I lifted my head and let myself look at the building before my eyes. I heard something buzzing but quickly fading into silence. The sound of chattering and.. yelling. I saw people in blue uniforms walking in, and out of the house with boxes held in their gloved hands.

I heard rumbling, I smelt the scent of vehicle exhaust. It was.. a rather a boring scene. Simply being helped by a company to move into my new house. I had already helped move some boxes into my own house, but after a while.. they just sort of insisted that I sit this out. Perhaps I was just that weak. Perhaps I was holding them back.

..the house looked pretty in the sunlight like this.

I lifted the camera that was in my hands, and nudging my thumb against the button, I pressed it—making sure it got a good view of the house.

The shutter went off.

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"Er.. thank you. For—you know, doing all of this."