Jane put the Lady Lizzy doll and the old poloroid camera back in the box. And tok the box down stairs.
After a nice littel chat over a cup of tea with her mother, were they discussed everything from the renovating of the house to the wedding dress Jane hadd just bought the other day. She gave her mother a hug, tok the old box and drove home.
At the drive home Jane could not get the old poloroid camera out of her head. It started to creep her out a littel.
It was late when she finally come home to her apartment. After looking over some reports and sending some work related e-mails she finally joind her fiancé for bed.
After giving her fiancé a tityfuck and a good night kiss, Jane snuggled up next to him. She felt safe next him. She felt good. She felt tired. She felt sleepy. But as she dozed off, her thoughts wanderd back to the old poloroid camera, Lady Lizzy, her mother as a teenaged boy, her father as a woman and herself as a toy. A lifeless action figur totally devoid of human senses and real human contact. Being at the mercy of a giant littel girl and being stuck in a dark claustrophobic space.
Jane woke up from her nightmear. It was the middel of the night. It was no way she would get any more sleep that night. So she put on her morning robe, made herself a cup of tea, went to the living room and started to watch some TV.
But Jane could still not get the old poloroid camera out of her head. So she went found the little box, and tok out the camera. She picked it up and examined it igen. This time she noticed a inscription that read:
"Beware the camera. Photos taken will not appear to be the same as life. Beware the camera's choices."
"That sound creepy" she thought.
Sudenly her cat Felix (Named after the cartoon cat) jumpt up on the couch, and startled Jane quite a bit. And she tok a picture of the Felix on accident.
And after the flash Jane started screaming of terror.
Becuse after the flash was gone the cat named Felix were gone and in his place were Brian the bichon frise.