[ WP ] You 're an aspiring photographer , but every photo you take ends up being used as a missing person picture

I slowly reclined in my chair. My unsteady hand ran through my long, greasy hair as I stared at the newspaper in horror. 
 
 I could n't believe it. This was the fourth case this year. And it was only April. 
 
 `` Rebecca Garner was reported missing early Sunday morning by her father after she failed to arrive home from her birthday party Saturday night,'' I read aloud, frightened at the reality of the situation. `` Police have released this picture believed to be the last photograph taken of Rebecca Saturday night. If you have any further information…'' My voice trailed into silence. 
 
 I sprung from my couch and ran into my bedroom. Looking frantically around the room, I managed to find the camera I had used to photograph Rebecca the night of her party. One by one I went through the pictures. Sure enough, I confirmed my suspicion. 
 
 Every picture I've taken of someone since the beginning of the year has disappeared. 
 
 But it does n't make sense. 
 
 I've taken pictures of hundreds of people. This is all I do. I take pictures of social events. There has to be something I'm missing. 
 
 One by one I clicked through the pictures on my Nikon D4. I found the four pictures that were used in the news articles released by the police of the missing people. Each one had one similarity: They were the only ones in the frame. Could this be the link I had been missing? Are they only disappearing if I take a picture of them alone? 
 
 I looked up and saw my reflection in my bedroom mirror. What if I take a picture of myself? Would I go missing just like Rebecca and Javier? 
 
 I focused the camera on the mirror, making sure my face was completely in the frame. 
 
 *Flash. Click. * 
 
 I looked down at the screen on my camera. The flash blurred the background of my room. I scrolled down the menu to click to delete…when I saw it. 
 
 I could n't make it out completely, but it looked like a pale face with blue lipstick was standing down the hall behind me. I looked back in fright, only to find my imagination taking me on an unwelcoming ride down terror lane. I brushed it off and deleted the picture. I turned the flash off and refocused the camera on my face in the mirror. 
 
 *Click. * 
 
 I looked down at the screen on my camera. To my horror, there it was again. Only this time, it was clear what it was. 
 
 Before I could manage to react, a deep voice behind me chuckled. 
 
 `` Heh.'' 
 
 I looked up and saw a sad pale face with blue make up standing behind my reflection. 

