The horror on my film

I do not dare to tell you about it. But as you have asked and I know you won’t let me go bevore I told you, I will do it. But prepare yourself. Since that encounter I haven’t slept in peace. It haunts me in my dreams at night and it haunts me during daylight when I can’t stop thinking about the ungodly creature, whose gritty claws I barely escaped with my own life.
It all happened last summer, when I was on vacation in Portugal at the Atlantic coast. In the brisk evening hours I went down to the beach to make some memorable shots of the sunset over the Atlantic Sea. I took my whole equipment with me, a big digital SLR with a bunch of different objectives. The sun was already hovering closer and closer to the line of the horizon. Lots of other people joined me to watch, tourists, locals, all with a smile on their faces. If they only would have known what was about to crawl up on the shore, they would have never come. They would have fled to the mountains, as far as their legs could carry them.
With my slr in my hand, viewing through the eyepiece, I took my first pictures. It was a really gorgeous view. I still remember this, cause it was the last time I ever felt that sweet and innocent vibe of nature. All that lies in my heart now is terror and grief and pity for all mankind.
The first thing I felt was a deep rumble going through the ground. Not like an earthquake, just one single shake like a giant dinosaur taking a step and hitting the ground with one foot. I didn’t think much about that until I felt the second shakening. Around me the people started whispering. The locals in Portuguese of course, which I couldn’t understand. Then there was another rumble. It felt more shaky than the first time and I assumed, who or whatever was responsible for that must be coming nearer. My eyes waved around, trying to spot something that could have been big enough to cause those minor quakes. But there was none.
Then I watched the shores again. I could see it deep down under the waves. There was a strange green glowing illuminating the waves from underneath. It was right there, right in front of us, coming nearer with every other rumble. As if a giant from under the sea was coming out of the water. At that moment I didn’t know how good my guessing was.
I realized, whatever was happening out here, I had to take pictures of it. I aimed my slr and pushed the shutter button. Still I could only see the glowing and feel the trembling of every giantlike step. As that thing finally rose up from under the water I forgot everything. I forgot to breath, I forgot who I was and, what was worst of all, I forgot to turn and run. Around me rose a screaming. People were fleeing, shouting, stumbling, turning mad. I got run over and fell to the ground. My cam got kicked out of my hands and shattered when it hit a rock on the ground. All around it was sand, just on that single spot was a teeny tiny rock. Damn my bad luck I thought. But the real bad luck was just entering the beach. So huge Godzilla would flee for it as well. It was still glowing when it rose out of the water. A weird and enormous head with tentacles for a face. But this head was as big as a house. An on it’s back it was spreading out bat-like wings as wide as football fields.
Suddenly I remembered something. I still had another cam with me. Just a small analogue cam I wanted to try out, the Lomo LC-A 120, loaded with a color film, ready to take a dozen pictures. I had to use it. I had to make pictures of this thing coming out of the water. WOuld anybody believe this encounter had really taken place if I didn’t have something to proof it? What could be better to proof it than a film negative, where nobody made any digital alterations? So I took the cam out of my bag, which was still flung around my shoulder. I aimed and I shot, 12 times, the whole film, within seconds. With the skyscraper creature coming nearer and nearer. Then it was all over me. It really did nothing it just stepped over the beach and went on with it’s course wherever it might lead it to.
Since then I could never forget. I see it in my sleep and at days I can’t stop thinking about it. About the fact that such a godless thing could even exist.
Here, take this film! I took it out the Lomo LC-A 120, but I never dared develop it. Maybe you will. I faced enough horror in my life.

written by dermanu on 2014-10-17