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The Orbs (15) - The cave is beautiful, but if you hope to preserve its image anywhere but your mind, you are very much out of luck. Any efforts to photograph the area are met with disappointment. When taking a photograph, strange light orbs speckle the image, blurring out everything you hoped to view. Video has nearly the same effect; the image is always blurred and catches only streaks of white orbs. Audio is distorted, replaced with an odd sound of heavy breathing and strange, whispered chanting. You can’t see the orbs naturally, but after bright photography, you can sometimes make out their fading shapes in front of you. Maybe it’s just the water vapor in the air, or small bugs making a quick escape. If you take too many photographs or disrupt the area too much, you may be the unfortunate victim of sudden cold spells, as if small, icy orbs are pelting your body; it feels like an ice cube pressed against your skin.
As Asuka panned her camera across the cemetery, she felt a strange chill crawl up her back. She frowned, and turned--but of course there was nothing there. Why would there be? It wasn't as if she'd felt like she was being touched.
With a sigh, she brought her camera around and glanced over at the preview for the footage--and frowned.
She'd heard people say, of course,th at they couldn't seem to get a good picture in this place, in some of her online research. All the photos she could find online were odd and blurry, covered with orbs of light. But she'd been foolish, she now realized. Written it off as bug,s or bad luck. But that was stupider than the obvious answer, considering that she knew the supernatural existed and was, in fact, arguably rather supernatural herself. What were the odds that every single photo taken or every single video shot in Hawkins Cemetery just happened to be full of orbs by mere coincidence? What were the odds that she would be the single exception?
Because, of course, on her camcorder's little flip-out preview screen, there was nothing but a mass of blurry, white light. She looked at the area around her. Nothing, just tombstones and statues and--and she could have sworn that one of the cemetery angels had move, which was great, and definitely did not send a certain famous Dr. who episode playing in her head, ******** her camera's lens. Perfectly clean, no dead bugs, no dust, nothing. But when she swept the camera across again, all was blur and orbs.
"Alright," she said, into the darkness, as if there was something there that could answer, "I get it. No pictures. Sorry, should have asked first."
She closed the camcorder and tucked it into subspace. Perhaps it was odd of her, to strike up a conversation with...the darkness? The woods? The cemetery itself? Truth be told, she wasn't really sure who she was talking to. But talking helped fill the silence, and Asuka was...not comfortable with silence.
"So you're kinda shy, then, yeah? Don't want anything online? Honestly, that's a smart choice these days. The Internet is forever and all." She laughed, like she expected she was joking with an old friend. "I'll keep the camera way. we'll just have to spend what time we can together, yeah? Figure the rest out later?"
She paused, tilted her head to the side, and considered.
"You'd find a way to show me if you didn't want me talking about you at all, right?" She asked the open air. "Because I'm probably still gonna make a video, just, you know...talk to the camera a lot. As long as that's okay with you, Spirits of Hawkins Cemetery. I promise, I'll be respectful. I can tell this is a very special place, and you're all very special spirits."
There was no answer. Nothing direct, at least.
Asuka supposed that was enough. Clearly, this place was fully capable of expressing its displeasure. So, she kept walking, moving between rows of gravestones with quiet, careful reverence.
[wc: 513 words]
