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Solo camping trip

A woman survivalist and trained outdoors guide who loves to go solo camping. Returns home after 2 weeks of being in the bush and not seeing a single soul. Develops her disposable camera film to find a roll of film with numerous pictures of her sleeping at night, on different nights. She has never gone camping or hiking since.

The dolls

I burned the dolls even though my children cried. They did not understand my fear because they assumed I was who moved the dolls into their beds each night.

The pictures

I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. One summer when I was 19 I went on a 4 day/3 night camping trip near my parents' house on my own. Might sound weird but I had been to this area many times and it was quite safe. Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn't take... of me... sleeping. One each night.

THE DAUGTHERS ROOM

Once, my car broke down, in the middle of nowhere. I soon walked to a small house, with a sweet old couple who invited me to stay the night, since it was very late. I was hesitant, i mean, you've seen the movies these days! But i went anyway, thinking what's the worst that could happen in there that wouldnt happen in the cold dark woods in the middle of NOWHERE! So i chose the house.

After a delicious meal, they showed me a small room in the back, and showed me a bathroom 3 doors down the hall. They said there are no rules other than not to go in their daughters room, and since they had been so sweet, I agreed. Well, I woke that night needing to go to the bathroom, and as i was walking back to my room, I looked in the little girls key hole, just to peek, and I just saw red, I relaxed, and thought they just had repainted the room and didnt want me ruining it, thats all!

Well the next morning I went downstairs a little guilty, and confessed to peeking, but not actually going in, which I was happy i didnt, they then told me, "Oh..well, our daughter died about a month ago, she died of a stroke in the front of her brain, it mad her eyes turn blood red, then she passed on.."

THE AIM SCARE

One night, bored, I logged on to AIM instant messenger, to chat about a fun halloween party coming up with my friends. We were all bored of one on one conversations so we opened up a fun chat room. Then, someone we didnt know came in to the chat, he seemed nice but seemed kinda off. About an hour later my friends logged off, leaving me and only the stranger. He logged out of the conversation and one on one IMed me, saying hello. I greeted back, and asked what his name was, how old he was, you know, basic conversation. He told me he was older than me, which I found weird.. Why not give me a number? Then he said his name was Ricky. I gave him my name and he said, oh i already know. It startled me, so, intruiged I asked more, I finally got to, where do you live? And he said in your house. thats strange i though... and scary! I blocked him.

Then, I instantly hear YOUVE GOT MAIL, and I open it up to him saying, why would you ex out? Do you want to speak personaly? I replyed with why he was scaring me? He said why not turn around and ask me to my face? I gasp, and, crying i turn around.. But noone was there! I laughed, and as I turned around to say "very funy" to him, he logged off. Then, I heard the phone ring, and he said, well hello there, I'm coming to say hello personaly. I scream and hang up, then called the police. They say if he calls again, to call back and they will trace his call. I hang up, and he calls again, he says he's closer, so I call the police again, they say to stay calm, they are tracking it as they speak.

Then he calmly tells me to go to my front door, and open it, I do this, then he tells me to run as fast as I can, up the street to the telephone booth, and they have someone meeting me there, I ask why, but he hangs up before I can ask, so, terrifyed, I run. Just as I reach the phonebooth, a police officer grabs me, and pulls me to his chest, and pulls out a gun and points out towards where my house was, keeping me safe. I thank him, but asking why he couldnt just come to my house, and as several men run towards my house, with guns and shields, he informs me that the calls.... were coming from a cell phone in the closet behind were I sit at the computer.