Camera- Killed a Man

“Please—no! Don’t push the button!” the old man cried.
He lurched forward, his eyes wild, and grabbed the camera with both hands.
Greg stared in horror as Shari and Dr. Fredericks grappled, both holding on to the
camera, each trying desperately to wrestle it away from the other.
FLASH!
The bright burst of light startled them all.
Shari grabbed the camera. “Run!” she screamed.
...
Reluctantly, Greg started back toward Dr. Fredericks. Following close behind,
Shari uttered a low cry of horror when she clearly saw the fallen man’s face.
Eyes bulged out, the mouth open in a twisted O of terror, the face stared up at
them. Frozen. Dead.
Dr. Fredericks was dead.
“What—happened?” Shari finally managed to say, swallowing hard, forcing
herself to turn away from the ghastly, tortured face.
“I think he died of fright,” Greg replied, squeezing her shoulder and not even
realizing it.
“Huh? Fright?”
“He knew better than anyone what the camera could do,” Greg said. “When you
snapped his picture, I think… I think it scared him to death!”
“I only wanted to throw him off guard,” Shari cried. “I only wanted to give us a
chance to escape. I didn’t think—”
“The picture,” Greg interrupted. “Let’s see the picture.”
Shari raised the camera. The photo was still half inside the camera. Greg pulled it
out with a trembling hand. He held it up so they could both see it.
“Wow,” he exclaimed quietly. “Wow.”
The photo showed Dr. Fredericks lying on the floor, his eyes bulging, his mouth
frozen open in horror.
Dr. Fredericks’ fright, Greg realized—the fright that had killed him—was there,
frozen on film, frozen on his face.
The camera had claimed another victim. This time forever.

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