<div class="floatright">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/ed0cf5a0-35ab-4899-b813-6b898008d3ee_zps058f17ca.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Kaelyn had been more active as of late. The past few weeks had been a blur of creativity and she'd never felt so inspired. Her camera came with her every single day and when inspiration hit her, she would break it out.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click. One of her favorite sounds, the sound of a camera capturing an image.<br/><br/>She couldn't remember a time when she'd felt so connected. But the strangest thing of all was that she also hadn't left the strange diary she'd found on the boss either. It was always with her, always there even though she had to take her photos to be developed and couldn't immediately put them away. It was just......it had to be with her. Leaving it at home just wasn't an option. She'd made certain there was enough room in her roll-along backpack to keep it safely stashed away.<br/><br/>Today was another day and she was at a park, sitting on a bench looking up at the sky. The clouds looked dark, a storm must be coming and the chill in the air simply confirmed it. She wondered if it would be rain or snow. It wasn't cold enough for snow. She sighed, praying for rain.<br/><br/>She turned her head a little and looked at a tree nearby. It was an old tree and had the look of the type of tree one would see in a horror movie. The kind that could easily come to life. It was gnarled and twisted.<em>The light.......I don't know if the light is good enough....</em>, she thought, looking at her watch. It was almost the golden hour, the last hour of daylight and she frowned, hoping there'd be a break in the cloud cover. She quickly got her camera out and made sure as always that the lens cap was off and began to adjust the settings and shutter speed on her camera. After making sure everything was ready, she started to take a few test shots to see if she liked it.<br/><br/>Click, Click Click.<br/><br/>She felt a sudden sensation in the back of her mind, or was it an actual caress? Like someone poking her. She turned her head to frown at whomever it was, but saw no one. She turned back.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/>She turned her head again to check that her bag was still beside her. She didn't need to unzip to check that the diary was there, she knew it was. She could just feel it.<em>I can't feel it....that's crazy. I just remember I put it in there. That's all...</em>, she thought, shaking her head a little. A subtle laugh was echoing through her mind and she wished she could stab it.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/><em>Thank God!</em>, she thought, smiling when she got what she'd asked for. The clouds broke and the last few rays of golden light came shining through, giving the perfect amount of light for a great shot of the withered, ancient tree. She knelt down on the ground to get a few shots of the twisted branches against the dusky sky.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/>A few more before she stood, moving around the tree. Something about it was just captivating her, but she knew she was running out of time.<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click.<br/><br/><em>Dammit all.....</em>, she huffed, soon realizing she was going to lose the light as the cloud cover reformed, and she heard a low rumble coming from above. The storm was almost here. She needed to get home so she wouldn't get caught in downpour. She couldn't risk damage to the diary....wait, her camera. Or the diary. She quickly packed up and ran to the bus stop, just barely making it. "Whew!" she said aloud, managing a bit of a smile to the bus driver as she went to sit down.<br/><br/>She knew she would have some marvelous shots as she pulled out the diary/photo album she'd been using. Her psychologist had been praising her for both her creativity and telling a story about her feelings without her having to divulge it with words. It was helping her to relax too, but she always had that gnawing feeling that it was a temporary fix. A band aid. Not that she wanted to lose her mind.<br/><br/>But this time, as she flipped through the diary she saw a photo that she didn't remember taking. She looked closer, trying to figure it out. It was an odd photo, and where in the world had she managed to take it?<br/><br/>An old mansion was looming out of a thick mist. It was definitely not a traditional western style mansion...no. This was very distinct. It looked like Japanese architecture.<em>What the.....</em>, she said, her brows furrowing. The picture was even more bizarre in that it flowed with her other pictures. It was her style of photography, like it'd always been there. Had it always been there?<br/><br/>Click, Click, Click. Her camera was away, but she suddenly heard the sound of clicking in her mind as if she were still taking pictures.<br/><br/><em>N...no....no stop it......not now!</em>, she thought, feeling herself starting to panic. The subtle voice started to grow a little louder in her mind. She didn't want to lose it, she didn't want to lose it in public. She was going to hold on. She started to take a few deep breaths. Surely she took this somewhere. Maybe at an exhibit? Maybe she'd just moved in and took a picture with permission? Yes....yes that had to be it.<em>Get it together Kaelyn...</em><br/><br/>But that made no sense either. Where had this picture come from!?<br/><br/>She kept taking deep breaths. She closed the diary tightly, shoving it back in her bag.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>