Camera- Shari's Missing

Greg moved a few steps closer, carefully centered Shari in the viewfinder, and
snapped the picture. A square of film zipped out the front.
Shari walked over and pulled the picture from the camera. “This one better turn
out,” she said, staring hard at it as the colors began to darken and take form.
“If you really want pictures of everyone, we should get another camera,” Greg
said, his eyes also locked on the snapshot.
“Hey—I don’t believe it!” Shari cried.
Again, she was invisible.
The tree photographed clearly, in perfect focus. But Shari was nowhere to be
seen.
“You were right. The dumb camera is broken,” she said disgustedly, handing the
photo to Greg. “Forget it.”
...
“Hey, Shari!” Bird called, cupping his hands to his mouth as a megaphone.
“Earth calling Shari! It’s cake time!”
No reply.
No sign of her.
“Did she go in the house?” Greg asked.
Mrs. Walker shook her head. “No. She didn’t come by the patio. Is she still in the
woods?”
“I’ll go check,” Bird told her. Calling Shari’s name, he ran to the edge of the trees
at the back of the yard. Then he disappeared into the trees, still calling.
A few minutes later, Bird emerged, signaling to the others with a shrug.
No sign of her.
They searched the house. The front yard. The woods again.
But Shari had vanished.

Chapter 17