Ghostly Image

This one is the very first guest post on this site, by K M Ross.

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It had been a lark photographing my Uncle Jim with his old 1940s circa box-brownie, and fun developing the film, till a ghostly image of a young woman somehow superimposed itself over my uncle’s features; checking the negative confirmed the filmy spectre was real.

The apparition looked frightening. Chills ran up my spine.

“Uncle Jim,” I asked, “Do you know who she was?”

The air inside my darkroom tensed.

Jim gasped, “Esther …”

His face became ashen. He clutched his chest, and fell dead.

A cold and eerie breath whispered, “You broke my heart Jim … revenge is sweet …”