Richmond North Yorkshire:
“Where did that come from?”
A gnarled old hand reached out to the rock where a camera sat.
“Someone will be missing you. You look like an expensive little item.”
The camera case fell open. The old man looked into the lens, which reflected his face. Then he turned it around. The slideshow from the camera’s memory started to roll.
It showed a young man thrashing in the water. A leather strap coiled around his neck, writhing like a tentacle, pulling him down. His face was contorted in fear as he struggled to free himself. A beautiful young woman with big, sad eyes reached out to him from the riverbank. She tried to free him, but the strap moved like a snake across the water and wrapped itself around her arm, pulling her to her murky death. She disappeared leaving nothing but a ripple on the glassy surface. The couple was tied together for eternity.
The camera case snapped shut. The old man dropped it to the ground, his face contorted, as he began gasping for air. Clutching his chest, he doubled over in pain.
The heart attack killed him, and his death was captured in an evil memory for the next victim.
A camera hung over the back of a chair in a bar in Chatham, Kent. The barmaid saw it and looked around the bar to see if it had caught anyone else’s attention. No once was looking, so she reached over and grabbed it.
“This’ll bring a pretty penny,” she said to herself.
It was still in her car, next to her body at the railway crossing where she died. No one knew why the barriers didn’t go down.
Well, perhaps someone did. Click click, click…
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