Chapter 22.

The videos, from beginning to end, slowly transformed from amateur short films into vlogs about his happy times together with his girlfriend. Based upon the time stamps, he stopped recording videos about six months ago, and judging by the dates of the recorded videos, they were only together for about a month.

There were quite a few videos of the times they spent together, ranging from them eating meals, dating, shopping, taking vacations, and traveling together.

The last recorded video was actually quite scandalous and probably something I shouldn’t have watched. The thumbnail was the two out in the woods while his girlfriend was naked. I knew it was wrong of me to watch, but I had to admit she was quite attractive; in the end, curiosity got the better of me and I fell for the blatant clickbait. I ‘accidentally’ dropped the camcorder on the desk and it just so ‘coincidentally’ landed on the play button.

Before my innocent eyes, a scene straight out of a porno was depicted and despite my wholesome efforts to try and press the pause button, for some strange, inexplicable reason, the pause button wasn’t ‘functioning’ as intended. Against my will, I was forced to watch on as the power button was also ‘stuck’ for some bizarre reason which could only be described as an act of god. I couldn’t take out the battery either because it was somehow ‘wedged’ tightly into the compartment and I was unable to pull it out.

While I watched the video against my will, about a minute into their act the girlfriend chuckled seductively and said, “we won’t be able to directly film what I’m about to do for you, so we should put away the camera for now.”

Her words left me in dismay and I powerlessly watched her malicious plot to ruin the video as it unfolded. She stood up, walked over to the camera, and squatted down in front of it with her legs spread open in plain view. The picture went dark, but surprisingly, although there was now no video there was still audio.

Through the recorded audio, I heard her stand up where she then proceeded back to her boyfriend’s side.

“Honey, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for some time now.”

“What is it?”

”Why are you cheating on me?”

Eh? What? Cheating? I suddenly didn’t like the direction things were headed in. I came for the porn, but ended up discovering an affair?

“Cheating? What are you talking about babe? You’re the only girlfriend I’ve had my entire life.”

“Then why do you look at other girls all the time whenever we’re together?”

“I only have eyes for you babe. There isn’t a single girl in the world that could make me look their way when I’m beside you.”

“I don’t like liars you know.”

By this point in their conversation, major warning flags were already going off in my head as traumatic memories flashed through my mind. Those were definitely words similar to what I’ve heard from some of the psycho girlfriends I’ve dated before.

Of course, things only went downhill from there.

“Babe, what are you holding behind your back?

“Oh? This? Hehe.”

“A knife?! Is this some sort of new kinky play?”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite type of play, Honey.”

“AHHHHH! BITCH WHAT ARE YOU- AHHHH! GAAAHHHHH!”

“Killing cheating boyfriends is my favorite type of play Honey.”

“YOU CRAZY BROAD! GET OFF ME! GAAAAHHHH!”

“Hahahahahahahaha! Do you love me now? Hahahahahahaha! Well? Honey? Love me more!”

For a full minute, the boyfriend’s screams rang out endlessly as he pleaded for mercy and forgiveness. He begged for his life, but it was to no avail. The only thing that returned his desperate pleas was the cynical and crazed laughter of his girlfriend who enjoyed every second spent slaughtering him.

What I thought was going to be an erotic scene turned out to be the evidence of a murder. I had my doubts though as it could very well have just been a scene for another amateur film he was planning. It would make perfect sense if that was the case. After all, who would have brought the camera in to be repaired if not him, right?

That could also explain the mistake of only cutting out the visual, but only leaving the audio. It would make for a rather interesting scene. Sometimes what’s not directly seen was more impactful than what was actually seen. It spurred the mind to visualize the worst based upon what could be heard. If it was a low budget production, the faked death and blood would be much more obvious if it was actually seen.

When the boyfriends cries died out, shortly after, the sound of footsteps could be heard again. I presumed it could only be the girl who was approaching the camera since it was implied the man was now dead.

Despite knowing beforehand that it was the girl, the last few recorded words before the audio cut out was a soft chilling whisper that sent shivers down my back.

“You’re next, my future honey.”

Nope! Nope! Nope!

I shut the camcorder off and took the hard drive out immediately and I completely noped myself out of reality.

No thank you, crazy lady. I have no interest in psychotic women. I’ve dated more than enough crazy chicks for one lifetime. I just want a normal, lackluster, down to earth lady from now on. One who didn’t have crazy eyes that gave me the hibbie-jibbies like you.

It took some time, but when I finally recomposed myself I decided to push thoughts of the strange video to the back of my mind. I’d found what I was looking for and if I was correct, the malfunction might have had something to do with what the girlfriend in the video did back then. Seeing as how there were no videos after that scene, it seemed plausible. Although, I really had no idea what she could have done in that instant to create such a lingering problem with the camera.

Since I probably wouldn’t get any further by just thinking about it, I disassembled the camcorder further and eventually stripped it all the way down to where I could see the camera positioned behind the various lenses. When I pulled the camera away from the compartment housing the lenses and looked inside it, I found something very unsettling that I never would have suspected. A clump of balled up long black hair was blocking light from passing through the lens and into the camera. Upon closer inspection of the board, I also found there were fine strands of black hair wedged between some of the contacts of the ribbon cables connected to the board. It made little to no sense to me as I was able to find continuity between all the lines earlier, but maybe it somehow interfered with the connections and shorted certain lines which resulted in internal errors.

It was really something I could never have imagined was possible unless I’d seen it with my own two eyes. It was truly an inhuman feat if this had really occurred when that video was filmed. If I hadn’t watched that video, I would definitely have been baffled as to why hair ended up here.

When I unraveled the balled up hair, it was the same length and color as the girlfriend’s hair in the video. Even with the evidence before me, I couldn’t help but think that my eyes had to be playing tricks on me; but no matter what angle I looked at it from, it was definitely her hair.