It was supposed to be an ordinary camera. It was supposed to take inspiring photos. Photos that told stories of hope, love, and revolutions.

The photos showed nothing on the matter. Despair, death, and fear were captured at each press of the button. Black masses and faces, faces of the dead.

You could hear each face scream from fear and pain. Each photo brought you closer to the end. Till one day, the final photo you get, the dead grabs you and pulls you into the camera to be trapped for all of eternity.