The Photographer E-Book

Jace Brown

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

This is a story i made in a Creative Writing class. I really enjoyed writing it and it took about a month to write. I hope everyone enjoys it, and i am open to constructive crtisim because i know every story can use a little tweaking here and there. 

This story is complete.

I would tell you more about the story, but you should really read it.

Leseprobe

Jace Brown

The Photographer

I dedicate this book to my Creative Writing teacher Mrs.Silver who inspired me to make this a story that i would be proud of not just a story I think people would like. I also dedicate it to Dean without his creative insight this story would not have all the twists and turns that make it a house of 100 rooms with 101 twists. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One: The House

He sat in his car polishing the lenses of his many cameras, past events reminding him why he was here.

    A week ago Jace had been flipping through a magazine full of famous photographers work while sitting at home. Jace was a photographer who was always admiring others’ work without showing his own. A certain picture of a house caught his eye, not because of its beauty --for it had none-- but for its size. The house was huge. It looked as though it could hold a thousand people with room to spare. Reading the article Jace soon found out why.

The house had belonged to a crazy old lady who had died three years ago. Of course she wasn’t always crazy, and the house wasn’t always so large. She had been a very kind lady who lived in a small house alone. But then she started hearing voices, voices that chased her around the house and kept her up at night. She had gone to her doctor, and he told her that the only way to stop the voices was to build onto her house. She had taken the doctor’s words to heart and by the time she died her house had over one hundred rooms among other things: hallways that went nowhere, stairs that lead into darkness, and rooms without doors made the crazy lady feel safe.    

The lady died at the age of eighty-four, but no body was recovered. She was forever lost in the house. There was a challenge along with the story. The challenge was for anyone who had their own camera and could take pictures of the house. The reward for these pictures? One thousand dollars prize money. Jace decided then and there that he would accept the challenge. He called the number attached to the story and told the man on the other end that he would go to the house at the earliest time available. The man told him he could go the next week on Monday; In order to receive the money, he had to have at least one picture of every room that he could get into. He also told Jace that the photo shoot would take at least a week, and he should be prepared for anything.

    Jace smiled as he wiped the last bit of dust off his favorite camera lens. This job would be easy. All he had to do was take pictures of rooms how hard could it be? He had shelter, a week's worth of  Ramen, some snacks, a big supply of water, and --so he wouldn’t have to eat cold  Ramen-- a battery powered hot plate and comically small pot. He packed all of this in a duffle bag as he sat in his black car in the driveway of the house. His cameras all had their own small cases filled with extra lenses, batteries, memory cards, and cleaners. Jace also brought along a pillow and blanket, but decided to keep them along with his  Ramen, pot, and hot plate  in the car seeing as he didn’t plan on sleeping or eating inside the house.

    As he stepped out of the car Jace began to wonder why it had taken so long to get pictures of the house. The man over the phone had told him that many people had tried to get pictures, but were always unsuccessful. The only picture past photographers could get was of the front of the house. That was of course, if they came back. The man had told him that many photographers had gone into the house, but only a few had came out, and when they did they were in no state to talk. All they did was give the man the memory cards. But even that wasn’t the weirdest part. What was really weird was the memory cards had over one thousand pictures stored, but when the man had gone through them it was as if all the pictures had been deleted except the one picture of the house. The man had warned Jace that people had gone crazy, or hadn’t even returned from the job and he really shouldn’t do it. But Jace had reassured the man that he would be fine.

Jace walked up the stairs of the overly large house and opened the door. A loud creak met his ears as he took his first step into the house

Chapter Two: The Traveler

The first step into the house felt like walking into a cold shower. Jace shivered all over. The room was dark and Jace pawed blindly at the wall looking for a light switch. The wall felt as though someone had pasted paper crudely onto it. He could feel the unevenness in places. As he felt around Jace felt what he thought was paper hanging off the wall. He pulled on it and it came off easily in his hands. He held onto it planning to examine it once the lights were back on. As he inched his way along the wall the room was plunged into darkness as the door slammed closed. Probably the wind, he thought. Though, he hadn’t felt any on his way in. He shook his head to rid his mind of any foreboding thoughts. Finally finding the light switch, Jace flicked it on and the room instantly filled with warmth. Jace tried to peer around the room in his temporary state of blindness. Once his eyes were used to the new found brightness, Jace looked down at his hands, the paper still clenched there. He turned to look toward the wall from which he had taken it. It turned out that the paper was actually some old flowery wallpaper. Jace opened up his clenched hand and stared at the paper, perplexed. The piece he held was red --Crimson red. Jace looked back at the wall to find the spot where he had taken the paper from, but all he could see was the flowers. He looked back at his hands and found that the paper had now disappeared.