[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

As Danny hid behind the corner waiting for the right unsuspecting victim to pass, his lips trembled from the overwhelming mixture of fear and excitement. He had never stolen anything before, aside from the occasional Kit-Kat bar he'd swipe from the liquor store near his bus stop on the way home from school, but he was edger to earn the respect of his older brother's friends who put him up to the challenge. All Danny had to do now was choose the right passer-by and make his move. From his shadowed corner he spotted an odd looking elderly woman draped in white. Danny knew he could outrun the old lady without breaking a sweat so just as she walked passed he grabbed her purse and took off down the street and into a nearby ally. When he was safely out of sight, Danny dumped the contents of the purse onto the ground. To his surprise, all that fell out were polaroid pictures; hundreds of them, scattered all over damp asphalt. Danny could n't believe it. His brother's friends would never let him live this down. He felt like a total bust, but just as he was ready to face humiliation, he noticed a familiar face lying on the ground staring up at him. He bent over and picked up the picture. It was a picture of him, taken that very day. Danny started to scramble through the photos in a panic. Everyone one of them was a picture of him, spanning his entire life. Danny decided that this all must have been a gag set up by his brother's friends, but just before he walked away, he saw the faint image of the lady in white standing behind him in the picture he held in his hand.
