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Disturbing Stories About Photobooths
Published 3 years, 3 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from the KSND radio waves in Sand Castle, California. Tonight I have for you two very weird and creepy stories from the creepypasta library about those photo booths you find at the mall. Sandcastle has an old photobooth stuck in the corner of its mall and all but the tourists tend to stay away from it for people have disappeared or seen faces in their photos that shouldn't be there. As for the tourists? Who knows? Those who don't disappear are too shocked to discuss their visit until much later.
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Now let's begin...
The Arcade
by EmbraceTheDarkness
When I was in high school, my girlfriend and I would go to the mall a lot. It wasn't something I enjoyed very much, but it made her happy, so I didn't complain. Every time we went, she would make us get our pictures taken in those photo booth things. You know, the ones where you put in two quarters or whatever and get a strip of pictures taken and printed off? It was kind of a ritual. She kept the best one from each visit in her locker.
One time, we went and the booth was taped off. I guess someone thought it would be funny to use it to take pictures of his dick, and then leave the strip (covered in his semen, no less) in the booth. The parents of the little girl who went in next were not amused, and the mall was going to be taking it out. I think that's an overreaction but expected nowadays.
Well, my girlfriend was pretty sad about not being able to get our pictures taken like usual, so we ended up just wandering aimlessly. She didn't really want to leave, but she didn't feel like shopping either. I bought us some ice cream, hoping it would cheer her up. but she still was pretty depressed.
Eventually, we ended up at the far end of the second floor. We almost never got over there, as there weren't many stores either of us were interested in. but today we did. I noticed that there was an arcade there, and that got me thinking. They tend to have a photo booth in them. I didn't want to say anything about that, to avoid getting my girlfriend's hopes up, but I managed to convince her to go in.
It was noisy inside, but mostly just from the games. There were only a few other kids inside, and the owner sitting at a small desk watching some sports game on TV. We walked around the place, and didn't see a booth. Saddened a bit, I suggested that we go, and she started to say that she agreed when her sentence drifted off. I looked where she was looking, and tucked back in a corner there was a machine that said "Instantly Developed Photos" peaking over one of the games. We nearly ran over to it, but were disheartened to find that it too was taped off.
My girlfriend was really sad now and suggested that we leave the mall now. I hated seeing her like this, and I thought to myself, "You know what? Almost no one is in here, and none of them are paying attention to us." So I went over, plugged in the booth, and pulled the tape down. At first, she was shocked that I would do that, but then the joy at being able to carry on our tradition overtook her.
One thing that was incredibly obvious about this booth was that it was much older than the one that we usually went to. It was beaten up, didn't have a touchscreen menu, and only cost ten cents a strip.
We decided to do a double strip since it would still be cheaper than one of our normal ones. We put in two dimes, and then it took our pictures. When the last one was done, we looked
After the show, stop by my Etsy page and pick up a copy of my signed paperback or take a peek at the goth jewelry and other items being added to the store. Check it out at spookyboorhodes.etsy.com. You can also pick up a kindle copy at Amazon or any of my other stories including Dark Net Horror Stories. Just go to www.scarystorytime.com/amazon and you will be redirected to all of my books on Amazon.com. Be sure to click the FOLLOW button to be notified when something new is available.
Now let's begin...
The Arcade
by EmbraceTheDarkness
When I was in high school, my girlfriend and I would go to the mall a lot. It wasn't something I enjoyed very much, but it made her happy, so I didn't complain. Every time we went, she would make us get our pictures taken in those photo booth things. You know, the ones where you put in two quarters or whatever and get a strip of pictures taken and printed off? It was kind of a ritual. She kept the best one from each visit in her locker.
One time, we went and the booth was taped off. I guess someone thought it would be funny to use it to take pictures of his dick, and then leave the strip (covered in his semen, no less) in the booth. The parents of the little girl who went in next were not amused, and the mall was going to be taking it out. I think that's an overreaction but expected nowadays.
Well, my girlfriend was pretty sad about not being able to get our pictures taken like usual, so we ended up just wandering aimlessly. She didn't really want to leave, but she didn't feel like shopping either. I bought us some ice cream, hoping it would cheer her up. but she still was pretty depressed.
Eventually, we ended up at the far end of the second floor. We almost never got over there, as there weren't many stores either of us were interested in. but today we did. I noticed that there was an arcade there, and that got me thinking. They tend to have a photo booth in them. I didn't want to say anything about that, to avoid getting my girlfriend's hopes up, but I managed to convince her to go in.
It was noisy inside, but mostly just from the games. There were only a few other kids inside, and the owner sitting at a small desk watching some sports game on TV. We walked around the place, and didn't see a booth. Saddened a bit, I suggested that we go, and she started to say that she agreed when her sentence drifted off. I looked where she was looking, and tucked back in a corner there was a machine that said "Instantly Developed Photos" peaking over one of the games. We nearly ran over to it, but were disheartened to find that it too was taped off.
My girlfriend was really sad now and suggested that we leave the mall now. I hated seeing her like this, and I thought to myself, "You know what? Almost no one is in here, and none of them are paying attention to us." So I went over, plugged in the booth, and pulled the tape down. At first, she was shocked that I would do that, but then the joy at being able to carry on our tradition overtook her.
One thing that was incredibly obvious about this booth was that it was much older than the one that we usually went to. It was beaten up, didn't have a touchscreen menu, and only cost ten cents a strip.
We decided to do a double strip since it would still be cheaper than one of our normal ones. We put in two dimes, and then it took our pictures. When the last one was done, we looked