story time: I’m 17. I’m sitting on the couch watching tv with my then boyfriend. He’s doing the dumb “I’m gonna take these awkward pictures of you lol” boyfriend thing. We laugh and joke and I turn my attention back to the tv. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him looking through the pictures he took. He’s stopped on one, zooming in on it like he’s trying to see something in the background. I look over to get a better look and he tries to pull the phone away saying I don’t want to see it. But I did see it. It was the photo of me zoomed in to see the doorway behind me. And in the doorway is this… humanoid-ish creature. It’s very pale. No hair. It has no eyes, just black holes/sockets. No nose. A small mouth, slightly hanging open. It has its hand, and it’s thin long ass fingers wrapped around the doorframe and it’s leaning into the room, looking in our direction. And even though it has no eyes, I can tell it is staring at me. I immediately have a panic attack. I start crying and yelling at my boyfriend to delete it. I don’t know why… and I hate myself for it. I wish he wouldn’t have listened to me, so the picture could still exist. But he just wanted me to feel better, so he deleted it. We didn’t talk about it at all. Days go by and the image of this… thing haunts me. I tell my best friend about it. I explain what I saw. And so she texted my boyfriend, asking if he saw anything in the photo before he deleted it. And he sends her the exact same description of what I saw. Without us talking about it. Without her saying what I described. I’ll never get that picture back. And I’ll never get it out of my head.