I am not going to lie to you. (I love it when people say this. It means “I am a liar, and unless I am saying I am not going to lie to you, I probably am. Oh, and by the way, there is at least a better than fifty percent chance that I am lying to you right now and I thought that if I said, I am not going to lie to you, you would believe me.”)
I am not going to lie to you, I have been scared in my life. Mostly, because I have an overactive imagination. Good for photography. Bad for being in the dark.
So, when my cousin and I were camping, and he saw something in the woods, I started making my peace, and tried my best to not wet myself. When my sister’s friends shined a flashlight through my window, I army crawled across the floor and hid in a ball in the middle of my dirty clothes.
Okay, so maybe I hadn’t really seen anything that scary. That changed last week.
Wendy's Monday Night Sewing Club decided to spice things up by celebrating one of the sewing night club member's birthday.
My plan was to lay low. I planned on staying upstairs editing. Wendy said she was cool with that. About two hours into the party, she changed her mind, and I was summoned downstairs.
I did not want to go. I pleaded to be left alone. But Wendy insisted and, eventually, I relented.
I apprehensively crept downstairs. I glanced through the pink streamers covering the entrance to our back room. I took a step toward the room. Eerie laughter floated toward me. STEP. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. STEP. My heart thumped against my chest. STEP. I reached out to part the pink streamers. STEP. I summoned the courage to cross the threshold.
My eyes recoiled into my skull. I beheld the most horrifying vision I had ever seen.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HARAJUKU GIRLS!
(editor's note from Wendy: Ummmm, well I really have nothing to say for myself, except, I have rad friends.)
BLUE LILY | Lifestyle Photographer | Salt Lake City, Utah