"The number three flashed on the screen, slowly fading into 2. As the 2 faded away, the lights started to flicker and then went out like a snap!" The old lady snaps her fingers to prove a point, her voice grave. "Ashley screamed and a camera flashed. The lights came back on but Ashley was gone. I grabbed our bags and stepped out of the booth as the pictures printed. I grabbed them from the slot and looked at the last picture." The old lady stopped once more, before continuing. "There was a third person in the picture. She had red eyes and her face was cracked. Her hair was pitch black and thigh-long hair. The girl held a carving knife to my sister's throat. My sister's expression still haunts me. She was scared, both of us were.
"I never saw my sister again after that day. I had lost her forever. That photobooth had made a believer out of me. Now I'm not saying you have to believe me, believe what you want. But take my warning and stay away from that photobooth," the old lady shakes her head as she finishes, tears forming in her eyes.
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Photobooth
Mystery / ThrillerIt's just a story, or so they tell all the children. Once in high school though, you're told the truth. The truth may seem a little far-fetched but then again, what part of history isn't?
