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The garage sale... the garage sale...
Lily Rosingham sifted through the cardboard box, the basement eerily silent save for the clinking of materials as they brushed against each other. A gentle, sanguine ray of sunlight cast a light on the box. Boy was this basement aging-in the few ephemeral glimpses of sunlight Lily could catch, it was evident that the air was thick with dust and decay.
Why was there nothing of value in her grandparents' house? How come she had rummaged through every box, every crevice and yet all her efforts had been nugatory? Lily sighed, her breath knocking away a coat of dust encrusted on the box. She stood up. Just as she was about to solemnly make her way upstairs, a glimmer in the darkness caught her eye. Lily tentatively leered forward. Her hand seemed to attract itself to this unusual object, dragging itself in and clasping around the unfamilar object and tugging it out. She held it up to the light, examining the way it bounced off the surface of the plastic. How come she had never seen this camera, despite all her searching?
Perhaps an old camera might be of value-it didn't even look too decrepit. Lily, mouth half open, examined its faded surface. Yes, the lens gleamed in the dim lighting! No scratches, no sign of failure. Heart fluttering, Lily scrambled around to find something worth capturing A brass record player beckoned her over from the corner, grand and morose in all its glory. She lumbered over. The camera floated up to her eyes as if someone were tugging strings at her arms. Shaking, Lily clicked the button. A flash illuminated the room.
Rubbing dust from her eyes, as Lily's gaze fluttered over towards the corner, a small squeak escaped her lips. The thing was, there was no record player anymore. She stumbled back, footsteps reverberating throughout the basement. Her mind ran through all sorts of logical explanations and theories, but it was evident that she had she was embroiled in quite the imbroglio. How was this possible?
She flicked through to the photo album, clicking with a fervent ardour. Her eyes widened at the most recent photo-the record player, simply sitting there as if nothing had happened.
Lily whipped around, eagerly scouring the room for any other antiques. A mirror on the other room struck out, towering over the mountainous piles of trash. Lily lifted her camera up to her eye, squinting at her stiff reflection. The button clicked.
Another flash bounced off the walls, so sudden that Lily didn't even have time to make a peep. In fact she couldn't make any sound at all. Because as the camera clattered to the ground, it became apparent that there was no one in the room at all.
The room was once again filled with that eerie quiescence that plagued it. But if one really strained their ears, they might have heard the muffled yelling of a girl emanating from a camera.
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