Prompt: Explain this photo
My mother was doing our laundry when I decided to snap a photo. Photography was my latest obsession. I took a quick look at the polaroid while walking back up to her. And there it was. The cloth she was shaking to rid it of dust and crumbs looked like a man staring directly at her. I hid the picture instinctively. I hid it the picture from her as I knew the second I said something about it she'd throw it away. Maybe even burn it. She would scold me every time I brought up anything to do with the supernatural or paranormal. I think she's in denial. Everyone in my family knows we're being haunted. More like hunted. It followed us wherever we went. My recent photography was only inspired by this supposed ghost. The pictures helped me believe, at least for a second, that I wasn't seeing things. That there was proof. The only real problem my family has is trying to figure out if its friend or foe.
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