Ethnography: A Short Story

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I know I'm not crazy.. I'm a normal person. I lived a normal life with me family, nice home with a loving mother and father. Got all A's as a kid, mother and father supported me through high school with my dream to become a photographer. I loved taking photos. I loved trying catch an amazing moment where you can tell so man things are happening just in one second and take it. So my one dream was to take the perfect picture. Where you can see some many different levels of people doing there things as poor people through the rich people. But its not easy trying to find a place like that here in a simple town in Mississippi, so i packed my bags and headed to New York for this one picture that would take who knows whole long to find the moment. …show more content…

I sat up and groaned due to the loud noise from outside. As i opened the curtains, watching the train go by i though about how a perfect shot it would be. But when i look to find my camera that i always kept by on my nightstand, it wasn't there.. And this was very unusual for me. I always keep my camera on my nightstand, always. Even when i lived at my parents house it was always right there.I looked around to see it had fallen off but it didn't it was no here in sight. I started to get a bit angry, scared at someone had came in and stole it.. But then i heard.. a click..And then the sound of the flash, coming with the bright light. I turned around and i saw my camera,sitting there on my dresser facing me, I went to it and picked it up, looking though the pictures on it. I was scared of what i saw as i put my hand over my mouth. Sleeping.. I saw myself sleeping, there was at least five pictures of me sleeping at they were all the same but one of them. One of them i saw a shadow of a tall man on my bed..I dropped my camera and looked to see if my door was lock which it wasn't. This kind of made me feel better.. It made me feel better because it actually could of been someone. And not.. a ghost. I locked my door,windows, everything and turned my camera off and went back to …show more content…

My head snapped back at my door as i heard a loud crash in my living room. I ran out to see my Tv knocked over and my couch flipped against the wall with millions of pictures everywhere. I didn't want to believe who ever did this wasn't human so i ran back to my room and called the police. The police came and i stayed in my room till they arrived. The thing that scared me is that i had to unlock my front door to let them in, but i didn't tell them that. no. i couldn't.. They searched through the house and was surprised that nothing was missing, They asked me if i had anyone that was mad at me and i said know that i moved here about a month ago. They looked at the photos and said that i could have a stalker, But who would want to stalk me? Im not good looking i don't have a job and i wouldn't say i live in the richest part of town and the only person i really talk to is my friends. I was officially scared now. The police left and took some of the photos for finger prints and i was let to clean up the rest. As i put my couch back down and was a bit happy in the inside that my tv wasn't broken i started to pick up the pictures. most of them were the same one but i found one that was odd, one that sent chills down my spine. Before i knew it there was puke on the floor as i did not want to look back at the picture of my parents hanging from the top of my bed. they were hanging

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