Over the next several days, I tried to stay as close to home as possible, avoiding going out to my cottage, in fear of being recorded again. Whenever I was near a window or outside, I always checked my surroundings. I was becoming paranoid.
It was a week after the incident and nothing has happened. Mom bought me a camera to use for photography and film class at the start of next school year. I decided to test it out by filming my room.
I mounted the camera on a tripod next to my desk, so it overlooked my doorway and my bed and my small porch. I sat on my bed, with the camera on, and started to fall asleep.
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I woke up in the middle of the night to my camera flashing bright red. The battery was almost dead. I got up, and walked over to it and plugged it into the wall. It stopped flashing, and I decided to check on the footage thus far. I rolled back the tape, and watched for any movement. Then I saw a shadow on my porch area. It pressed its hands against the glass and the camera glitched out. It came back on a few minutes after, with static across the screen. I turned on the light. What the hell is going on?
