The photo on the wall hadn’t changed for 8 years… until now. The first time she blinked I thought it was just the lighting, the second time I thought it was my brain playing tricks on me but the third time is what kept me up at night. 8 years ago tomorrow was the day she died. It was ruled out by police as an accidental death. Only I know what really happened that night. Was this her ghost coming back to haunt me? I spent the past 8 years being haunted by my own thoughts. I never meant to do it. We all make mistakes, right? Some just make bigger mistakes than others. I was at her parents’ house, it was a tradition for us now, I would go over the day before the anniversary of her death and we would share memories and just be there for each other. We were the ones closest to her after all. Sometimes I felt like a traitor acting innocent, I felt like I was lying to her parents but at the end of the day it really was an accident. They sat me in their living room and went to get some tea and cakes from the kitchen. I sat and looked at all the photos on the wall. I’d looked at them a million times over the years but today something was different. I stood up to get a closer look and that’s when I first saw it. It was a picture taken days before she died. It blinked only it couldn’t have… it was a picture. But it didn’t happen once it happened repeatedly as if she was there and really staring back at me. I had a weird feeling I wasn’t sure if it was my guilt playing tricks on me again or if she really was in there looking at me.