Challenge

I was taking a road trip to Minnesota to visit my grandparents in our RV. It was me, my fiance, my sister, mom, and dad. We had stopped somewhere in Illinois to take a break from driving and to have lunch. We were obviously out in farm country and as I was eating my lunch I was startled by what seemed to be knocking on the back side window. I jumped up eager to see if some random person was trying to get in. To my surprise I saw nothing and no one. My fiance thought that I was losing my mind and that it would be funny to take a picture of me running to the window.

Their dead kid shows up in the picture.

This hotel was involved in mass murder but no one knows who killed them.
It's been about 5 years since that event occured. People who past this hotel at night see white light
pass in front of them and a lady who wanders from place to place.
Now this hotel is in a decay and does not operate anymore.
Every twelve O'clock, the terrible screams of many women come of the rooms and voices of cry for help.

My grandparents recently died and left me their farm. I walked around the property taking inventory of the place with my camera when I happened upon an old structure. The structure suffered smoke and fire damage and, against my better judgment, decided to explore. I took a few shots of the interior, knowing it would be demolished soon. When the bulb flashed from this picture I saw the smoky figure of a young girl in a ballerina outfit. My heart jumped and I ran from the place, got in the car and called my mom.

I moved into a historical house one winter for a project for my history course. The house was both beautiful and delicate but freezing at night since the cold air crept it's way through the baseboards. Since me and Vanessa, my lab partner, couldn't sleep we decided to check out the graveyard in the backyard. We had heard that the family had been buried in the backyard. I snapped this picture while we out there to add to our portfolio.

During the ice storm last week, my dog started into her full body-wiggle, which is her way of saying she needs to go outside. I was slow to remove myself from the couch, so she took her request to the next level with her original series of melodic, staccato tones. I grabbed my phone on the way to the backdoor and slid the glass open for her. She rocketed into the backyard.

Kaori is Japanese spirit known to be a trickster, in a past life she was in fact a Geisha. Here I snapped a photo of her as she was about to pull a prank on poor Airi. Most likely, she would have spilled the tea pot had she not realized I had in fact seen her. However that was not to be the end of my experience with Kaori, this trickster had something up her sleeve. As I opened the photos on my computer to edit them, slightly of course, she prevented me from doing so! Not once! But twice!

This shanty town was abandoned after a terrible accident involving an adjacent chemical factory exploded emitting toxins into the air. Most of the particulate matter settled in the shanty poisoning its inhabitants immediately. One child however, was not in the immediate area at the time of the explosion, and upon his return to the village found all his friends and family dead. He would suffer for three days before dying from the toxins of the chemical factory. Some say that on a bright and sunny day, the kind that is perfect for child's play the ghost of the lost child can be seen.

While walking home late one night, i noticed that all of the rooms in this building had the lights on, which was unusual for this part of town. I was going to just walk away when I heard footsteps on the overpass leading to the building. I turned, but no one was there. The footsteps continued, so I took a picture, thinking the flash would scare off any pursuer. I was shocked by the shadow that loomed from the image on my camera. It wasn't someone following me, but something more sinister.

Over fall break I visited Gettysburg with my family and boyfriend. Being the photographer in the family I snapped pictures without really paying attention to what I was looking at. When I got home and got a chance to look at the pictures I noticed that there was something strange in one of the pictures. I guess some of the soldiers were not ready to leave yet.