It dawned on me when he took out his phone mid conversation, held it up to my face, and walked away without saying another word. I knew something was wrong. He had been acting strange lately, but this was something else entirely.
I followed him, keeping a safe distance as he walked down the street. He stopped every few steps, turning his phone around as if he was looking for something. It was then that I noticed a faint silhouette of a person in the background of the phone’s camera, but it would quickly disappear as soon as he moved.
At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but it soon became clear that he was seeing things that weren’t there. He was having hallucinations. I wanted to help him, but I was too scared to approach him.
He eventually stopped walking and stood in front of a large building with a strange symbol engraved in its door. He then turned and looked directly at me, as if he knew I was following him. His face was twisted in terror, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
He quickly turned away and ran inside. I followed, but when I got to the door, it was locked. I could hear him screaming inside, and I knew he was in trouble. I called the police, but by the time they arrived, it was too late.
My friend had been taken away to a mental institution, and I never saw him again. I still don’t know what he saw through his phone’s camera, but I will never forget the look of terror on his face.