It must be the wine. A figure in the black and white photo of a church graveyard, a full moon above, seemed to move, to almost lurk. Surely nothing could have moved in a still framed photograph.

“Is something the matter, Warren?,â€? Vanessa, my latest girlfriend said.
“What.. what, O no nothing, I.. I just thought I saw something, it’s nothing, now where were we, O yes I was just about to..,â€? but she interrupted me.
“That photo, the one you said you don’t remember taking, it’s very haunting, It’s giving me the creeps, I swear when I looked at it when I first came in here, I swear there was no one in the belfry tower beforeâ€?, She said.

And there it was, a figure I too hadn’t noticed, no it wasn’t there before, of that I was certain. But how could it be? Ok I was officially freaked out now.
“Um ,what do you say we go to your apartment my love,â€? I gallantly suggested.â€?

The Photo fell off the wall, glass shattering, jagged pieces flying in all directions.
I shoved past Vanessa to the door.