I’ve got none (well, nothing long and detailed anyway), so here’s one, with the link below (there are nine others there).
(btw, does anyone remember the topic where a FReeper who lived at the end of a long road, somewhere in the arid SW US, came home and found that the camera on his porch had recorded someone standing on it?)
Photographic Memories, from AnnieBannanas
I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. One summer when I was 19 I went on a 4 day/3 night camping trip near my parents’ house on my own. Might sound weird but I had been to this area many times and it was quite safe. Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn’t take... of me... sleeping. One each night.
None of my stuff was missing or stolen and nothing happened, but it freaked the hell out of me.
https://jezebel.com/10-of-the-spookiest-scary-stories-youll-ever-read-1452658773
That’s creepy.
I took some 35mm slides of a trip to Washington DC almost sixty years ago with my parents to visit my Aunt Pauline and cousins. I was maybe 12 years old and had my first SLR camera my parents had given me for my birthday. We went to visit the Smithsonian Museum Natural History museum where they had all the dinosaur skeletons. Being a preteen, I was enthralled with all of them. I took several rolls of slides. . . and wanting to get scale I took my mother, father, sister, or one of my aunt or cousins to one side in the shot (also because my mother said that she didn’t want any pictures without people we knew in them, or she wouldn’t pay for the film or processing).
I was careful to get nothing blocking what I wanted, which was an unobstructed full view of the dinosaur skeletons. I was very careful. Keep in mind I was seeing exactly what the camera would put on the film in a through-the-lens view up until the mirror was moved in the exposure. Frankly, I did not focus on peoples’ faces but on the skeletons, most often on the skulls of the dinosaurs.
My dad borrowed my camera to photo an exhibit of a wall of ethnic human skulls with none of us family members in the scene. He wanted all of the detail because he was interested in the differences. He took several under and over exposure shots to make sure he got it and waited to make sure they were unobstructed by people each time.
When we got home and had the exposed film developed into slides at the White Front store, every single picture had the image of an unknown boy about nine or ten years old in jeans and a blue-grey t-shirt staring directly into the camera in front of the dinosaur skeleton, often obstructing the view of the skull, but always several feet away from any one in our family group. Those wall of skull shots my dad took? Every one had the same boy sitting on a viewing bench, also staring at the camera in the middle of the display, obscuring a couple of the skulls at the center of the display.
I know I did NOT see the boy blocking my picture sight of the skeletons as I took the photos. My dad swore that boy was not there in any of his wall of skull shots he carefully took. Yet, there he is in those slides. . . Bright and clear, illuminated by flash if we used it, not illuminated if we didn’t. Shadowing things behind if the flash was used as well. None of us recognized him, nor did anyone in my Aunt’s family. This was a period when the museums were not crowded as they are today. It was not unusual that only one or two groups would be in the gallery with us. . . so no other family group was close to have an errant child. We all do not recall seeing anyone like him at the museum. Very odd.