SPECIMEN #01: “Quadruped” (Canon PowerShot A480)

 

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• Imagen: Your night photo (device in grass, painting of the stalking being).

• Meta-datos:

  • VECTOR: Cámara Digital Canon PowerShot A480 (c. 2008)

  • LOCALIZACIÓN DE CAPTURA: Zona Pantanosa, Bosque de Mödling

    


• Texto:

  [FIELD REPORT – Anon /x/ Thread | 4chan Archive]
  
  

  I was walking through the Mödling forest, like I do every day after school. I know that path by heart. I’ve been taking it since I was ten, heading home from town.

  But that Friday, I stayed out later than usual. I drank some cheap wine by the river with a girl I like. I waited until the sun had fully set before heading back.

  The path home was the same, but everything felt... wrong. As if the forest had rearranged itself while I was away. I didn’t recognize anything. I walked and walked, but nothing looked familiar. And then—that feeling. Like someone was watching me.

  I started hearing footsteps. In the grass. Matching mine. When I stopped, they stopped. When I sped up, they sped up.

  Panic set in. I tripped and fell. The weeds swallowed me like a living shroud. And then—it emerged in front of me.

  I don’t know what it was. Four legs. Joints bending the wrong way. Its skin shimmered like it was covered in wax or grease. I pulled out my Canon PowerShot—just an old habit—and tried to snap a photo. The flash went off by accident.

  The creature turned. It looked me in the eyes. They glowed in the dark. Its face was covered in something that looked like raw flesh.

  That’s where my memory ends.

  My mom found me the next morning. She had gone out to look for me. I was near home, on the edge of the forest.

  I thought maybe I had dreamed it, until I checked my camera. There it was: a blurred, gleaming image. The screen was coated in some thick substance—part wax, part… something else. It couldn’t be deleted. The image wouldn’t go away.

  I tried turning the camera off. Nothing. Tried breaking it. Nothing. It was like the picture had sealed itself inside the screen. Like it had trapped something.

  That night, I went back into the forest. I buried the camera where I’d found it.

  I don’t know what that thing was, but I still feel like it’s looking for me.

  Don’t dig it up.