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A creepy photograph 

It all started in a cold autumn morning. I entered in my car and and drove until i’ve reach the cemetery. I kinda like sitting on a bench watching the red leaves falling on the greaves. I entered the graveyard and sat on a dark wood bench. The bench was pretty cold to the touch and I almost froze my butt. I’ve pull out my favorite book from lovecraft from my black bag and started reading a really creepy story about cemeteries. Suddenly the sky became dark and the only thing i could see was a couple of yellow eyes watching me. I wasn't scared but confused. I stood up and tried to focus better on the eyes. I identified the figure as a cat and the animal started to run away. I chased for him through the cemetery until i’ve reached an old big tree. The cat entered in a hole in it and i proceeded to do the same. Around me there was a lot of tiny little fireflies and the cat was right in front of me. “So you can see me uh” he said. I can't believe this is real, cats do not speak at all! “Who are you and where am I?!” I whispered. There was no chance for me to get an answer that everything started to dissolved in a dense black smoke. I was kneeled in the middle of the graveyard right on a tombstone of a little girl. The photo was creepy tho. The girl was holding a black cat with bright yellow eyes. 

I wasn't sure what was happening, I came to my senses and realized I was on the floor, my neighbor's cat, Smoke, staring direcly at me from a distance, that guy always creeped me out. "Where's mrs Richards?" I asked him, not really expecting an answer obviously. He didn't move a muscle, creepy feline weirdo. I looked around, not my apartment. But also not mrs Richards' apartment. I stood up, trying to figure out where I was, trying to remember how or when I lost conciousness, but nothing came to me. I looked back at Smoke, only to find him missing from where he was before. I looked around and saw him entering a room, and I followed behind him. I found myself in a kitchen but that wasn't what cought my attention. In the middle of the kitchen stood a girl, she couldn't have been older than 20. But that still wasn't what I was focusing on. My eyes traveled from her face all the way down her blood covered body, and stopped at her right hand, which was trembling while holding a meat cleaver. My eyes darted back to her face as she started to speak:

-Adam was a nice appetizer, but mama's still hungry, and I need to keep her happy!

Who was Adam? And more importantly, who the hell was "mama"? Unfortunately I didn't have time to think about that as the girl suddenly attacked me with her cleaver, but I dashed out of reach at the last second. I ran off, trying to find a way out, until I heard Smoke and turned around, marking the dumbest and final decision I'd ever make.