Paparazzo

Paparazzo


Jason stared at his camera, frowning at the images. “Pure shit! Not a single newsworthy picture. Can I get a break? Is anyone out there listening?”

A knock broke his tirade. Turning, he saw an envelope under the door. Picking it up, he read: You Are Invited... Handwritten at the bottom was “Bring your camera!”

At the appointed time, he pulled into the circular driveway and was struck by the silence.

Curiously, he approached the front door. “Come in, Jason,” a rasping growl invited.

A scene of carnage greeted him, making him nauseous. Blood was everywhere and bodyparts were strewn helter-skelter. Bodies were staged in bizarre sexual positions.

The voice hissed. “Take your pictures. The police will be here soon.”

Jason began shooting, the whirring of the camera the only sound.

“Time!”

Jason turned, the flash exploding in the direction of the voice.

Jason bolted upright, disoriented, finally recognizing his bedroom. Was it a dream? Sitting on his bed, he saw his bloody shoes and clothes. Grabbing his camera, he rapidly ran through the grisly photos. The very last photo showed a dark grinning face and … horns?

As he stared, the picture faded and words appeared:

Someone is ALWAYS listening.

An entry for "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Shocking.
Form: Flash Fiction - 200 words.
Word Count: 200