“When I was kid, I slept in my grandmother’s room. She loves to keep lots of photos of everyone in the family. In fact, there is a whole wall just covered with pictures of my uncle, cousins, aunts, great great grandparents, my sister, and my mother and father. None of the photos themselves are creepy, but what they did is.
I have always had trouble falling asleep, so sometimes I stare into the dark and think. One night, when I looked at the pictures, I saw that the people in the photos were moving. I saw them bouncing the babies they’d been holding and laughing like they’d just been told a joke. I remember them all moving very slowly, and they seemed to move very stiffly, kind of like a poorly made claymation movie.