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  • Do you believe in ghosts?
    Have you ever seen a shadow of a person out of the corner of your eye?
    Have you ever turned around and not seen anyone there after?
    Have you ever tried to complete a photography assignment in a cemetery?
    Have you ever trampled across graves looking for that right picture?
    Has your car ever not started after the cemetery photo shoot?
    And what happened during the five minutes between when it didn’t start and when it did?
    I said I was sorry.
    For what?
    For being disrespectful.
    And then what?
    I remembered there were bodies under there. And families of those bodies still up here.
    Have you ever been to a cabin where there was no one else for miles?
    Did everyone at the cabin joke about skin wakers that night?
    Did you know what they were?
    Did you care to know?
    No, I don’t believe in that stuff.
    Was there one thing you knew about them?
    Yes. They said they come if you talk about them.
    Have you ever taken pictures during a lightning storm at night at that cabin?
    Did it sound like the earth was cracking with each thunder strike?
    Did it leave long and thick white spots in your eyes that changed colors when you blinked after each lightning strike?
    Did it feel like your belly was rumbling and your finger tips were charged?
    Did you stay up all night, sitting on the porch during the braver moments and retreating to behind the window pane during the more conscious moments?
    Did you learn about blinking?
    And how pesky it can be?
    And did you blink less?
    Much less.
    And did you take a picture through the third window on the right when the whole porch and forest were lit up and you could see everything like day?
    And the next moment did you take the same picture through the third window on the right when the whole porch and forest were dark and you couldn’t see anything, every pixel was black?
    And the next moment did you take a third picture through the third window on the right when the whole porch and forest lit up again and you could see everything in the forest and on the porch like dusk with a full moon?
    And what did you see in the third picture when you looked at it the next day in photo class?
    A mix between a dog and a wolf with reflective eyes sitting on the porch looking at me through the window.
    And were you scared?
    No I was just glad that I hadn’t looked at my pictures that night when I was still at the cabin.
    Have you ever been to a house on an Indian reservation?
    Have you ever wondered what all of the brown stuff and string and plants hanging from the walls were for?
    And did you find out?
    So you know that they are to ward off the skin walkers?
    Did you respect their culture outwardly but inwardly think it was interesting and slightly cool in a Santa Claus sort of way but ridiculous all the same?
    Did you think it was more ridiculous after you heard all of the first account stories about encounters with skin walkers after?
    Did it scare you anyway?
    Did it prevent you from going outside at night to take pictures of the stars that you can never see as well in the city?
    Did you sleep well that night?
    Did you hear the noises and feel the presence?
    Were you extremely thankful for the ridiculous brown stuff and string and plants hanging form the walls?
    Did it scare you when the baby started crying loudly but kept sleeping and didn’t wake itself up?
    You know why. That was one of the signs.
    Do you believe in ghosts?
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