[ WP ] You are walking down the street one day and find a disposable camera with the film entirely used . Curious , you get the pictures developed . The store attendant seems to be uneasy when giving you the photos and once you look , it 's obvious why..

*January 5th 2017, 13:54. * 
 
 *The man who agreed to speak to me - one John Sykes, age 25, gender male - arrives looking nervous. He's glancing around the room, and it takes some coaxing to get him to settle down and take a seat. It's clear that he feels agitated. * 
 
 **Hi John, I hope you're ready to begin as requested? ** 
 
 Oh... yes, yes of course. Whenever you're ready. 
 
 **Tell me when it started. Where did you find the camera? ** 
 
 Well it was on Saturday morning of last week. I, uh, went out to get some milk and found the camera outside my porch. Uh, I had no idea what it was, so... 
 
 *He shrugs his shoulders, then takes a sip of water from a glass provided. * 
 
 I took it and tried to look through the photographs, but - it was one of those, uh, disposable ones. My curiosity got the better of me, I suppose, and I took it to, uh, get the pictures developed. 
 
 **If I may ask how the store attendant acted? Was there any unusual behaviour? ** 
 
 *John shuffles around in his chair. He's sweating lightly. * 
 
 He, uh, was freaking out a little. He just slid them over to me and looked at me like I was an alien - I did n't understand why until I, uh, opened the envelope. And, well... I could n't bring them here. 
 
 *John looks down at his fingers and starts to pick one of his nails. Something is clearly bothering him. * 
 
 **Why could n't you bring them? ** 
 
 Because... 
 
 *He's definitely sweating profusely. He seems reluctant to speak at first, but then he continues. * 
 
 Because the photos were n't normal. The first one? It was, uh, my mother. It had been taken around a year ago, when she took me to Spain for a holiday. We'd gone into the swimming pool and, uh, it was great fun! Great fun... 
 
 **Did you bring your mother along today? Does she know about the photo? ** 
 
 That's the thing - she died a month after it had been taken. Uh, a freak accident with a white yacht. She got crushed underneath it. 
 
 *There's a moment of silence. John appears to be going pale, and he breathes loudly before continuing. * 
 
 I did some research on some of the other, uh, people in the photos. There were sixteen in total - lots of either people or pets. Uh, one was of a couple just down the road from me. I asked their parents and showed them the photo; turned out it had been taken exactly a month before their deaths. They, uh, were involved in a car crash. Both of their airbags failed to activate, and they cracked their skulls against the dashboard. 
 
 The next ten were all a blur to me: half of them vaguely familiar, the other half complete strangers. It, uh, turns out that they all died a month after their photos were taken as well. But... but the last four were particularly disturbing. 
 
 *John stretches and yawns, still as pale as ever. * 
 
 The thirteenth photo was of my dog. I had no idea how the photo was taken, but, uh, it was one of my dog in my arms. My face was n't showing - just my arms. Baxter, his name was. And... he was hit by a car a few weeks ago. He was always so obedient, and yet... he died in such an odd way. 
 
 The fourteenth was only taken just over a month ago by the looks of things. It was, uh, a new zoo exhibit that had been unveiled. I'd been there on the day of the opening, but I was n't in the photo. Uh, it included a flock of penguins - rockhoppers that had just been introduced to the zoo. Found dead in their enclosure just three days ago, killed off in some odd manner. The last two, though... 
 
 *John is visibly uncomfortable. His hands are shaking uncontrollably. * 
 
 **What were the last two photos of? Can you tell me? ** 
 
 *John drops his head in silence for one moment, then looks up at me. His lip is quivering in fear, and the next thing he says stops me in my tracks. * 
 
 The fifteenth one was me. And, uh, the last one... well, the reason I asked to speak to you in particular was because... because... 
 
 *He refuses to go on, but I now understand what he means - the last photograph was one of me. *
