00:00I found the photograph in an antique shop, a black and white portrait of a family from the 1,920 seconds.
00:09The father sat stiffly in a chair, the mother beside him, and a little boy between them.
00:16None of them smiled. Their eyes looked strangely alive, like they were watching me.
00:22I bought it out of curiosity and hung it in my living room.
00:25That night, while passing by, I swear I saw the boy's lips curl just slightly into a smile.
00:33I blamed exhaustion, but every night, the smile grew wider.
00:40The next morning, I noticed something worse.
00:44The people in the picture seemed to have moved.
00:47The father's head turned a fraction.
00:49The mother's hand was now resting on the boy's shoulder.
00:52I tried to take a photo of it with my phone, but in the digital image, the family was gone.
00:57Only the empty chairs remained.
00:59That night, the air in my living room turned icy.
01:02The lights flickered, and a faint whisper rose from the frame.
01:06I leaned closer.
01:08The boy's eyes blinked.
01:10Then he spoke, his voice small and distant.
01:13We needed another one.
01:15I stumbled back, as a cold hand brushed my neck.
01:18The photograph crashed to the floor glass shattering, but when I picked it up, the family wasn't there anymore.
01:25Only one figure remained in the picture now.
01:27Me.
01:28And I was smiling back.
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