This a cryptic story. Try to guess the deeper meaning beneath the surface.
Note: I'm not the authour of this story. I've translated it from original Japanese into English. Please do NOT copy and paste it somewhere else on the web without my permission.
The other day I organized a birthday party at home.
During the party I took many pictures, and after I had them developed, I noticed something bizarre.
One of the pictures showed a closet behind my smiling friends, the door of which was slightly ajar, and from the crack a pale-faced, red-mouthed woman peeped out, glaring straight at me.
I panicked, and immediately called on a psychic to have the picture examined.
But the guy said, 'I feel no spiritual energy emanating from it. This is not a ghost picture.'
Thank God, I was relieved.