Girl + Camera

a glimpse of grey

the next morning I plugged my camera up to my lap top and viewed the photos I took last night. odd.. the grey house wasn't there, the last picture I took was of a field, I don't remember taking a picture of a field. where was the house? I slipped my shoes on and ran down the street, to where I was last night. the house wasn't there. I looked around to make sure I was in the same place, and It was. but the house wasn't there. did I dream the house? was I just seeing things? all I know is that,, the house wasn't there. I walked away with a disappointed look on my face. when I got back home I ate breakfast then told my mom what happened. "you were probably just dreaming sweetie" my mom told me. "probably" I responded back.
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later that day when it was getting late I decided to go take some more pictures, my pictures looked better in the dark anyways. I walked down my street and into the woods and snapped a picture of some trees and flowers. it was getting close to 8pm so I headed back. I was looking at my camera and editing some photos when I got back on my street. I looked up and I couldn't believe what I saw. that. fucking. grey. house. I gulped and walked closer to it, I stared at it for a long time. was I dreaming again? am I going crazy? I took out my camera and pointed it to the house and looked through the little glass. it wasn't there? I then took my camera away from my eyes and it was there again. it was like seeing a ghost, but it's a house. I was completely freaked out, the little grey car was gone. I gulped and walked up to the driveway, I walked down the grey sidewalk and up to the grey door. I decided to knock just to see if anyone was home. when no one came to the door I opened it, funny most people lock their doors. I walked inside, and to my surprise everything in the house was grey. the carpet, the couch, the tv, the fireplace, the walls. I walked around the little house and found a picture frame, it was grey of course. it was a picture of a little boy and a little girl, they looked about 6. I put the picture down and walked down the grey hallway. there was a little room, all that was in it was a grey bed, a grey night stand, and a grey closet with a few grey shirts and grey jeans. the clothes looked like they would fit a 5 or 6 year old boy. I was completely freaked out by this. I studied the walls and tried to scratch off the walls to see if it was paint.. but it wasn't. I tried taking pictures of it but of course a plain field just showed up. I knew I was probably dreaming. "you're it" I jumped as I heard a little kid talking to me. I turned around and saw a grey little boy. he was grey, his skin, his hair, his clothes. he was the little boy in the picture. the little boy giggled and ran out of the room. I was in shock, I was scared, it was just a little boy but I was scared. I slowly walked out of the room and looked around for the boy. I found him in a different room, the room looked exactly the same as the other except the closest was full of grey little dresses. "did you find her?" the little boy asked. I gulped, "did I find who?" I answered. "my sister" he responded. "um.. no, w-where is she?" I asked. "I don't know" the little boy said in a sad tone. he walked over to the bed and sat on it. "I can't find her" he said. "when was the last time you saw her?" I asked with a frown. the little boy shrugged. "w-what's your name?" I asked.