A sleepy David came into the room, rubbing his eyes, “What?”
“Where did you get this picture, WHERE?”
The urgency in Angel’s voice brought David fully awake, “There was an old camera in the attic. I took it to a friend last week who works with old film and he got this from a roll left inside. It’s kinda creepy but . . .”
“He’s still here!!”
“Who and where? What are you talking about?”
“He was banished to Hell but there are rumours he still has ways to get over. He’s in the picture. When you developed the film you allowed him access to our world! What have you done?
Angel was upset, she put her head in her hands and started to weep.
“I was sent here to protect you all but I’m not strong enough to beat him face to face. The Devil will win this time.”
David grabbed the picture from the table. Angel had dropped it face done. He turned it over. There, in the window just barely peeking out . . . was it him?
This is written for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo photo prompt #writephoto. I hope you enjoyed it.