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Hey. I found something.
It's my mom's old stuff.
Oh. Lots of love letters.
Wow.
- What is that? - It's a camera.
Look. Your mom.
I've never seen that one before. Looks like just before she died.
- Maybe it's from the camera. Where'd she get it? - City auction.
Oh. Cool.
She liked that kind of stuff.
Um, Craig just liked my picture.
Sorry, I told you to take one of your own.
It's only lingerie, Sarah, She wore on the beach.
Well then, let's take one.
For real?
But I want it to be special.
One of a kind. Something only he'll have a copy of.
Okay. What have you had in mind?
We take it... with this.
Are you ready?
- Is it broken? - No, it just takes a while.
Uh, I gotta jet.
- You look good. - Thanks.
Linda?
Is there anybody there?
Hello?
Linda? This isn't funny.
Head down and smile.
Hey.
Name?
Um, Bird.
Bird Fitcher.
- You wanna take that off? - Look, it's "scarf girl".
Um, no.
No, I'm gonna, um, keep it on. Thanks.
Okay.
And...smile.
...spots will be tomorrow for the last day for pictures.... ...have not have their picture taken, please do so tomorrow.
- Hey. - Oh. Hey.
Any customers?
You do realize that I only work in here 'cause no one ever comes in, right?
And, 'cause my uncle gives you a discount.
You fix that yet?
No, not yet.
- Uh, well, anyway, thanks for covering for me. - Oh.
I got you something from the yard sale I just hit.
- Really? - Yeah.
Thanks. What is it?
Oh my God!
It's an SX-70.
Oh, shit.
You like it?
Tyler, where did you find this?
Seriously, I've never seen one of these before in real life.
They don't even make them anymore, they made 'em for, like, a couple of years in the '70's.
- Wow. - This is the same camera that Ansel Adams and Walker Evans used.
Whoa! They're...?
- Photographers. - Right.
Oh, yea. I knew that, too.
- Anyway, it comes with the film, and... there is a camera case for it, as well. - This is so cool.
If you wanna make sure it works, there's still a photo in it.
Oh yeah!
Want me to take your picture?
No, thank you. Once is quite enough for today.
Well, then, you can try it out on me, then.
- Okay. - Alright? - Yea, stand up against the thing.
- Yea, that's good. - Alright. Ok, wait.
One, two...
Smile!
Did it work?
I don't know.
Whoa!
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, I didn't, uh--
No, no, you know what?
No, it's fine, I gotta get going anyway.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Look, Bird, uh-- Oh, Bird, hey! You forgot the...
case.
Hey.
Are you going to work right now?
Yeah, I picked up another sift.
- Mom. - You know I have to.
Make yourself useful, please, and help me find my keys.
Mom.
Right where they are always are.
Thank you.
It's not always gonna be this way.
- Okay. - I love you.
Alright, I love you.
Oh, it's okay, boy.
Look. It's just a camera.
Hey, boy, you wanna take a picture?
Ned.
Ned?
Hey.
Jesus!
Don't you ever knock?
The front door was open.
You should've seen your face, though.
Neddy. Hi!
Aww, who's a good boy? Hey, Ned. Ned.
Wanna help me get Bird out of the house tonight?
Don't drag him into this.
We'll discuss it later.
Come on, boy! Come on!
Good boy!
So how is your mom?
Still not talking to me.
So it's awesome.
Really?
Yeah, she told my brother she's praying on it.
Like, that's gonna fix me.
I'm sorry, that sucks.
Hey, at least on the bright side
only a year and a half until college.
Yup.
- Still going away for it? - Yeah. Definitely.
Have you changed your mind?
Nope. Still doing journalism at County like my dad.
So...you coming to the party tonight or what?
I don't know.
Come on, it's a week night.
And isn't it a costume thing?
Yeah. 'Cause Avery missed Halloween when she was in Belize.
- Awww! - Come on.
Please?
Besides, Connor'll be there.
You know, I don't wanna scandalize you,
but I saw him in a Speedo at swim meet last week. A plus.
- Oh my God. You don't even like guys. - Hey, a good butt's a good butt.
- Well now I'm thinking about is his butt. - Uh huh. As you should be.
You know you like it.
Did you know people at school are calling me "scarf girl"?
Maybe? See, but that's why you should come tonight.
Let people actually get to know you.
Look, I don't even have anything to wear.
Naw, I figured you'd be weird, so I bought you something.
Mmm...
- Ugh, Red Riding Hood? - What?
Oh, come on, isn't she kind of lame?
She gets catfished by a wolf, and has to be saved by a wood cutter.
Okay, if you can put together a better costume in twenty minutes
do it, because that's when our ride's getting here.
To be continued.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hey.
Wow, that's a pretty realistic looking bird costume.
Who's actually behind there?
We all know the real Bird doesn't leave her house.
Hey, I go out sometimes.
Your job doesn't really count.
- Ready? - Uh-uh-uh, not in the car.
My dad will sniff that shit out.
- He don't get home 'til Monday. - Yeah, when he'll probably sniff it out.
- Wait, are you two fighting again? - Nooo. - Yes.
- Oh, my God. - You forgot our anniversary.
- She didn't remind me. - It's not my job to remind you.
You, my bae, are stuck with me.
Well...
You still can't smoke in my car.
- Bae, come on! - No. - Hey, you know what I heard?
Apparently, "Bae" means "poop" in Danish.
- What? - We can't take you anywhere.
Drive, "Poop."
Do not call me "Poop."
Are you kidding? That is not gonna be a thing.
No.
- Why are you laughing? That's not funny. - It's funny.
- It's not. - Yeah, it's funny. - Then don't laugh. Don't smile. You're smiling
I'm not laughing. I'm not smiling. No.
No. No.
That counts. That counts.
No!
- Alright, are you guys ready? - Yeah!
- We party! - Hit it!
Ahh. Great.
Abominable.
Cute.
Hmm.
What the--?
We're here.
This is cool.
You good?
Yeah.
This is...gonna be great.
Come on.
Avery.
Mins. Hi!
You guys look great.
Umm, everybody get in.
- Pics or it didn't happen. - My gosh, okay.
Uh, what are you dressed as?
A sexy fortune teller.
- Come on. - Uh.
Move.
Everyone who comes in gets a card.
- For you two, "The Lovers". - Ohhh!
Kasey, you get this one:
- "The Fool"? - It's perfect, right? - Yeah.
And, you...just pick one.
Yeah.
- Yeah, that's not good. - Can I try again?
Not really how it works.
- Hey, Becky Jay! - Hey girl!
Oh my God! Stop obsessing. You just got a drink.
Not really in the mood.
Look, whatever. Just promise me that you're not going to hang out alone in a dark corner like a weirdo.
Of course not.
Oh my God!
Hey.
So, how did the photo turn out?
What?
Well that was you, right? The one behind the camera...
- ...taking the picture. - Oh--
Oh, no, I weren't taking a picture.
I was just doing this like, um,
- camera test thing. - Oh, so you-- you weren't taking a picture?
No, no. That would...be weird.
Yeah, a little bit.
Hey, come on. Take a seat.
- I'm Connor. - I know.
I mean, hi. I'm Bird.
- Bird? - Mm-hmm.
Nice name, Bird.
Uh, thanks.
Dad gets all the credit.
Thought I looked like a little cornish game hen when I was born.
What's that?
- Oh, this? - Mm-hmm?
It's-- it's called an SX-70.
It's a camera.
Yeah, it's kind of old.
I'm not used to seeing people carrying these things around.
Where'd you get it?
Uh, I-- I work at this antique store.
Really? Wow.
Didn't know anyone under 80 did that.
Yeah, well, I'm actually 82. I just look amazing for my age.
- Something kinda cool about it. - Mm.
Like, I'm the only person in the world that gets to have those memories.
- Hey! - Oh! What is going on over here?
- Do you guys know what tonight is? - No. - Do you?
Tonight, marks my one year anniversary with this little beauty.
Aww.
- Group photo. Come on. - Yes, yes, yes! - Here you go.
C'mon, Red Riding Hood, don�t be shy.
Wait, no, you have to--
You�re framing it weird. No, like, down.
Maybe. Weird angle. No.
- Third wheeling it over here. - No, no, no, not-- - Wait guys, I can take it...
with this.
- Someone shops at Urban Outfitters. - There ya go.
Here it is.
- Okay. - Wait, don�t you wanna get in it with us?
Oh, no, I�m uh--
much better behind the camera.
- Alright, howl on five. Ready? - Okay.
- Five, four, three, two-- - Photo bomb! - one.
Hey, it�s pretty good.
Except for Kasey�s big ass head in the foreground.
Shut up.
- Is that what I look like? - Pretty much.
- I need another drink. - Let�s do that.
You guys have fun together.
Hey, you should-- you should jump in the next one with us.
So, you were you guys taking a photo without me?
Oh. Hey, Avery.
How does this thing even work? It�s like a tiny ass accordion.
Oh yeah, there�s like a little red button that you have to press.
It�s blank.
Yeah, well it takes a minute for the film to develop.
Oh shit! It�s the police!
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Bird, get down here!
I'm Sheriff Pembroke.
Why am I here? Is my mom okay?
No, your mom�s fine. She�s on the way.
Okay, well then, what�s going on?
You worked with Tyler Drill at the antique shop on Darby Street, right?
- Yeah, I work with him, why? - When�s the last time you saw him?
Around 6, when I left the store.
I'm sorry to hafta tell you this, but, uh--
Tyler's dead.
What?
No, I was-- I was just with him. He was fine.
Was he having any problems with anyone? Anybody who might wanna hurt him?
No.
- No, was that what happened? - What about the last time you saw him?
Did he seem...nervous? Agitated?
No, he seemed normal.
Okay.
If you remember anything
give me a call.
Fitcher.
You're Don Fitcher�s daughter?
Um, yeah.
I was at the scene on the night of the accident.
You are a very brave girl.
- Birdy, it�s freezing out here, honey. - Thank you. - You�re gonna catch a cold.
Do you wanna talk about it?
No.
Maybe, I don�t know.
Just doesn�t seem fair.
I know. I know.
Why would someone do this?
Party�s over. That�ll be all. But get the hell out. Go! Go!
Animals.
Hello?
Are you sure that you wanna go to school today?
I could stay at home with you.
No. No, it�s fine.
Well, you think about it, all right?
Hey, Kasey, what�s up?
You're never gonna believe this.
Avery fell down her basement stairs.
- She�s dead. - What?
And they think it was an accident.
I mean, how does this just happen?
I�ll call you back.
Bird.
Hey.
Hell, this shit is crazy.
I heard her parents came home, found her at the bottom of the basement steps,
like, head completely turned around, full on Exorcist-style.
What?
How is this even possible?
I mean, two people that we know, in one day.
Doesn�t make any sense.
I mean, Avery wasn�t even that drunk. How would she fall like that?
What if she didn�t?
What if something happened to her?
Look.
See that thing?
In the group photo?
The smudge?
- It�s not a smudge, it's-- - Sure looks like a smudge to me.
Guys.
This shadow...
I saw the exact one last night
before the party in Tyler�s photo.
What are you talking about?
I took a photo of him...
with this.
Right before he died.
And that shadow was in the picture?
Wait, what?
I don�t see a shadow.
No, that�s exactly my point.
After Tyler died, the shadow moved to Avery�s photo.
And then when Avery died, it moved again.
I-- I think you�re all in danger.
Come on, Bird.
You should submit that shit to Creepypasta.
- I think if it takes your photo, you die. - Huh?
First Tyler, now Avery.
That means next is one of you.
I-- I don�t know, maybe all of you.
- It's not even a very good photo. - It�s not magic camera, Bird.
I mean, if it really freaks you out, we can get rid of the damned thing.
- Wait, don't! - Devin-- - Stupid photo.
Problem solved.
Guys!
What the-- Ahhh!
It�s not working!
- Keep going! - It�s not working!
Oh, shit! 376.5
Dr. Vicast to OR 4, Dr. Vicast to OR 4,
This is so messed up.
I mean, how are we linked to a picture? How is it even possible?
I don�t know.
What do you mean, you don�t know?
This is your camera.
Yeah, it�s not like this is in the instruction manual, Devin.
- Let me see this thing. - No, no, no, no.
- No one touches it until we figure out what�s going on. - Alright.
Excuse me. Your girlfriend's out of surgery now if you�d like to see her.
Yeah, yeah.
And, miss? Don�t go far. Someone�s gonna come here for you in a few, take a look at that scalp.
Figure this out, Bird.
Fix it.
Where did you even get this?
I don�t know, Tyler brought it in yesterday from some yard sale.
- Did it come in, like, a box or anything? - Nope.
- Just film and the case. - Well, where�s the case?
Are you sure you wanna do this?
I mean, if you want, I can go.
No, it's okay, you�re in the photo. You should stay here.
Yeah, who says the car is any safer?
Well, look, if the police come, it�s better that you�re not in there.
Okay, just--
Call me if you see anything weird, alright?
Oh, we�re way past weird.
Hey.
Even though you�re not in the photo, be careful.
Oh my God. Tyler.
I got you, come on.
- Run! - Come on, let�s go.
- In the car. - Hurry!
Gonna be okay?
Connor, there was something in there.
- Wha-- What? - I don�t know.
Why is it coming after me?
Because you�re in it.
- What? - Look in the reflection.
You�re in it.
Hey.
I talked to your parents. They�re gonna fly back tonight.
Happy anniversary.
I love you so much.
I love you too.
I'll go get a nurse.
- Be right back. - Okay. 421.5
Dr. Ekos, please call extension 4-4-0-1, Dr. Ekos, 4-4-0-1.
Hello?
- Connor? - Mina!
Listen to me, you guys are in danger, okay?
Something just attacked me in the antique store and it might come for you.
Just don�t be by yourself.
Hello?
Shit!
Hello!
What are you doing over there?
Just talked to the nurse, she said she�ll be back--
I�m telling you, she didn�t kill herself, okay?
- POLICE OFFICER: Look-- - DEVIN: You�re not listening to me!
- Try to relax. - What?
I�ll see what I can find out. I�ll be back in a couple of minutes.
- Devin, I'm so sorry-- - Save it!
You did this. She�s dead 'cause of you!
Devin, stop. It�s not her fault.
Isn�t it? Who got the camera?
Who took the photo, huh?
I'm sorry.
Are you okay?
No.
It was...the heat of the moment and he didn�t mean any of it.
No, he's right. He's right. It is my fault.
It's always my fault.
What do you mean?
My dad.
He was a reporter.
Worked for the town paper.
Anyway...
this one night, when I was 12, he was driving me to a friend�s house for a sleepover
and we get about halfway there and he says he wants to take a detour
to show me something that he was working on
but I just wanted to get to the party.
Told him I didn�t care.
So, he turned the car around and--
that�s when we got hit.
- It�s my fault. - Oh...
- It's always my fault. - I'm so sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I bet that if he were here right now, he�d be telling you that this wasn�t your fault.
No.
No, if he were here right now, he�d be trying to figure out the �why�.
Grab anything between October through December of 1974.
Got it.
Oh my God.
In 1974, three kids were abducted and murdered in Locust Harbor.
Roland Joseph Sable, the man responsible for the abduction and slaughter
of three teens, was a photography teacher at...
at Locust Harbor High.
Roland Joseph Sable.
R.J.S.
This was his camera.
And this is what he used it for.
Bird: He took their pictures.
The suspect, Roland Joseph Sable, was shot and killed
before he could be taken into custody.
This is so messed up.
I mean, we shouldn�t have to die because we took a stupid picture.
And I wanna know how you got away from it and Mina didn�t.
I don�t know, Devin. Now would you sit down so we can figure this out?
Okay, so...
when it was coming after me, it got near something hot and it did this, like,
weird, blurry thing.
Blurry thing? What-- What do you mean?
When you develop photos, you have to be careful because
heat and light can mess up the images.
- What does that even mean? - Maybe this thing behaves just like a photograph does.
Maybe it only develops in the dark. That�s why it�s not here now.
Look, we can�t just wait for this thing to kill all of us off, okay?
- Any one of us could be next. - Okay, look, I found this, guys.
Haunted photos.
Cameras capturing ghosts. I mean, this stuff is real.
Yeah, but, how is this shadow in the photo coming after us?
Cursed objects. Sometimes things absorb energy from their owners
and with ghosts, it�s always that they have unfinished business.
Look, this is his house.
- Maybe someone named Sable still lives there. - Yeah, lemme check.
- It says the house is owned by an Anne Faraday as of 1977. - Shit.
We�re wasting time. Okay?
And if we don�t figure something out, that thing is gonna come back for us.
Hey, we don�t even know how this thing works.
I say we find out.
Devin, put the camera down.
- Stop. - Don�t touch me! - Stop!
It was an accident.
Guys? It�s moving.
It changed the order.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, he--. - Devin, don�t. - I�m not gonna be next.
- Devon, stop. Stop! Put it down. - This is her fault. - Devin, put the camera on the table, okay?
If it weren�t for her, Mina would still be here.
- That�s not true, Devin. - It�s her fault Mina's dead! - No, it�s not! Put it down!
This is your fault.
Devin, let go!
- Devin, just put it down! - Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! - What the hell?
What did you do to me?
- What did you do?! - Hey, hey, hey, Devin! Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. - Hey, son, just--
Bird: You don�t understand. He�s in danger.
He�s in danger getting charged with a felony.
Oh, come on, man, his girlfriend just died.
He�s not exactly in his right mind--
That doesn�t make it all right to smack one of my guys.
- Listen, we took a photo of him and now this thing inside the camera is gonna come here and-- - Thing inside the camera?
I know how it sounds.
But this camera belonged to a serial killer and now it�s killing our friends.
Okay, look, I know this has been--
I understand this has been hard on you.
- Avery�s accident. Mina�s suicide-- - Look, it wasn�t an accident.
- Tyler-- - Or a suicide. - And I get that sometimes to deal with tragedies like this
we make up stories.
- Urban legends. - Right, except this wasn�t an urban legend. This guy was real.
He lived in this town 40 years ago and his name was Roland Joseph Sable.
- Now, look, I want you to listen to me-- - Now, he�s come back, we have his camera
and, somehow, it�s helping him continue this murder spree--
I�m gonna stop this, now.
- Look, this is his house, okay? If we could just go there-- - Listen to me!
Okay, if I get one peep about you going anywhere near that house...
your friend in there's gonna have a new roommate.
Now, I�ll give you a minute with him.
But, then, I want you to go home. Leave all this alone. This is police business.
Connor: This is such bullshit.
- How's your hand? - It hurts.
I�m sorry. About what I said.
I know Mina wasn�t your fault.
But maybe me being next will buy you guys the time you need.
To stop it.
Oh, it�s Kasey.
Please tell me you found an old neighbour or something.
No, I did one better.
- Really? - Yup. Well it turns out Anne Faraday didn�t buy the house in �77.
She just changed the name on the deed.
Her real name is Lena Sable. She�s Roland�s wife.
You guys should check out the house. I�ll stay here and keep digging.
- Can I help you? - Hey. Yeah, um--
Mrs. Sable?
- There's no one here by that name. - Wait, please! I have your husband�s camera.
Look, I know you changed your name, okay? But you were Mrs. Roland Joseph Sable, right?
And this was his camera?
- No. - Well, I mean, it has his initials on it.
Look. R.J.S.
Rebecca Jane.
Our daughter.
What�s going on out there?
Is this her?
She's pretty.
She was.
Oh. Oh, I�m sorry. Um, what happened to her?
That is the part of the story
no one ever talks about.
See, just because she was pretty,
didn�t mean she was without issues.
Rebecca, bless her soul, was slow.
Lived in her own world.
The only thing that seemed to bring her out of it was that camera.
After we gave it to her, she became attached to it.
- Took it everywhere with her. - Hey, camera girl!
The kids at school started to tease her for it.
But, what started as harmless whispers,
somehow got out of hand.
One night, four kids tricked her into coming out.
Poor Rebecca, had no idea.
They took her most prized possession and turned it against her.
They took horrible photos, no parent should ever have to see.
The next day, they passed the photos around school.
Humiliated her.
The embarrassment was too much to bear.
She-- She couldn�t handle it.
We were both devastated.
And then, Roland saw the photos.
He became obsessed with that camera.
With punishing those four kids for their cruelty.
He wanted to make them suffer.
And he did.
My husband
sought a father�s vengeance.
His anger turned him into a killer.
Then they caught up with him.
Down at the darkroom of the school.
He died, holding that camera.
The police confiscated all of the pictures, but
I held onto this one.
Roland told me, he wouldn�t stop until they were all punished.
He never got to finish what he started. 607.5
Oh my God.
One of them got away.
Bird, we have to go now.
Bird. Come on.
It�s-- it's Devin. We have to go now. Now!
So, if Devin�s dead, then we�re next.
- I know. Look, Kasey, you gotta meet us at the school, all right? - Yeah, I�m heading over now.
- Okay, bye. - Wait, are you sure about this?
Yeah. I think I know how to fix this. 615.5
Got it. 615.6
Wait, no.
Hello? Bird? Connor?
Oh, come on!
Guys?
Holy shit.
Sheriff Pembroke.
- What are you doing here? - What am I doing here?
I'm the police.
And you're all breaking and entering.
You followed us.
- You know that we�re right about-- - I followed you because
you been taking this haunted camera thing too far.
- Bothering the Sable woman? - Oh, you�re really considering that we�re bothering her?
Or maybe...you�re afraid of what she told us.
She tell you I bullied her daughter until she killed herself?
You�re the one that got away.
Put that thing down. I said put it down.
Bird, listen to me, put that thing away.
Connor, I can�t do it.
- Give it to me. - Put it down!
- The only way he�ll stop is if he gets the fourth. - Put it away. Shut it off!
I'm sorry.
I really am, I know it was a long time ago, but
our friends are all dying because of what you did.
Jesus, you got it all wrong. We tried to get her away from him.
We didn�t take those photos of Rebecca.
Her father did.
We tried to get the pictures, so we could take them to the police.
But he found out and snapped.
Went crazy. Came after us. Killed us one by one
to make sure his secret never came out.
He took pleasure
in our suffering. Thank God the police got there
before he could kill me.
But Rebecca...
couldn�t live with the guilt.
That�s why she hung herself.
Check the dates, Rebecca killed herself after the murders.
Rebecca was my friend.
We were all her friends.
- Lena Sable told us-- - Lena Sable stood by while this happened.
Of course she�s gonna concoct some batshit story.
She�s been blaming me and my friends ever since.
He�s coming.
Behind you.
Shoot him. Shoot him! 660.5
No.
Run!
- Bird! He�s getting closer! Go! - It's stuck.
- Get the door! Get the door! - Where is he? 663.5
All right, go!
Dead end.
We need heat.
I have to go find Connor, okay?
You�ll be safe here until I get back. 667.5
We can't stop it.
Look, he�s still there. Once it takes your picture, it just uses it against you.
- Wait. - What?
Connor, we have to get the camera.
We have to take it some place where that thing is gonna be fully formed.
Okay, go.
Okay. Okay, quick.
Bird, he�s coming, run! Run! Bird!
Fuck you.
- Hey. - Thank God, you�re okay!
- Hey. - I thought you were dead.
Is it over?
He's gone.
- He�s gone, guys. - You should sit down.
- Easy, easy, easy. - Oh!
I�m never doing another stupid photo bomb.
You should take her to the hospital.
Hey. What about you?
- You�re hurt. - I know.
There�s something I have to do first.