One morning I woke up and noticed my camera was on top of the sofa opposite my bed.
I knew I didn’t put it there. I went over, picked it up, turned it on, and clicked the button to view photos.
There were hundreds of photos of me sleeping, all seemingly taken from the back of the sofa.
I was literally so freaked out, I couldn’t stop crying. I lived alone. It was just photo after photo of me sleeping.
The photos were taken in “quick snap,” where the camera takes approximately one photo per second.
I later realized the camera didn’t even have a “quick snap” setting, so technically it was impossible for the camera to take the photos at all.
The timestamps suggest that all the photos were taken between 2 AM and 3 AM. I’ve never figured out what happened and how the camera got to the sofa.