Naemh was organising her room when she found an old dusty camera at the bottom of her wardrobe, under a bunch of tarot cards, palm reading charts and other spiritual items. She remembered receiving it after an old relative passed, since no one else wanted it. It was a pretty old model, a polaroid camera, and she was curious as to whether it still worked, so she decided to take it for a test run. Naemh inspected the camera before holding the viewfinder up to her eye and aiming the lense outside her window onto the street below. She snapped a quick pic and was delighted to hear the camera flash. The camera printed out a small polaroid image, and Naemh eagerly watched it develop. As an image faded onto the polaroid, showing the street outside her window, something caught her eye.There was a boy in the picture playing in the street, which she hadn’t noticed beforehand, and now she felt a bit weird about photographing him, even if it was an accident.
Naemh turned her attention back to the open window and the now empty street below, a street devoid of any street boys. He must’ve gone inside, or passed by the house whilst she was looking at the photograph, which turned out pretty well for an old camera. Naemh contemplated what else she could take photos of now that she knew the camera worked. Naemh left her bedroom and powered down the stairs to find and photograph her guinea pig, Pumpkin. Naemh lifted the guinea pig gently and set her gently on the top of a table. She walked to the other side of the table in order to get the sunlight streaming in from the window in the background - it would make Pumpkin look so much more radiant. Naemh waited for the right moment, when Pumpkin was looking straight into the camera, and snapped the photo. As the photo began to slip out of the camera, Naemh took it and placed it on the table, her eyes now transfixed on the road outside the window. Pumpkin would look so much better in a natural setting…
Naemh set Pumpkin down on the road, in the only patch of sunlight on this cloudy and despairing day. Pumpkin was a goddess. Naemh took a step back to get the right camera angle and framing before taking her final shot of the radiant creature.
The snap of the camera was drowned out by the screeching of tires as a truck squashed Pumpkin into a pulp under its mighty wheels. Naemh yelled out in horror but it was no use, Pumpkin was already gone and the polaroid begun to feed out of the camera.
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Ghost Euanio
HorrorNaemh was only a child. Until Euanio arrived. In this debut best-selling novel, a young girl navigates the ups and downs of high-school, all while learning what it takes to truly grow up. She unpacks a mystery and confronts the impossible, embarking...
