Turn Off The Camera Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, as I rolled with the rhythm. Until— Flash. The sudden burst of white light seared through my closed eyes. I blinked, dazed, the afterimage dancing in my vision. A camera. I saw it in the reflection of the glass door—someone had taken a photo. Must be the videographer. I gasped and pushed him away, breath short, heart in my throat. “Someone took a picture,” I whispered, mortified. He stepped forward, reaching for me, but I took a shaky step back. “I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t supposed to—”

Even as we are talking, the camera isn't working. “What sort of rubbish is that?” I screamed, startling everyone. “Why must it be now? Why!?” my heart was burning in anger. The only one that can handle this case now is the hacker and he can't be connected. Which should I talk about? My family or the corpses? “Take them to the morgue. If they ever disappear just like my camera was hacked, I'll behead the ministers." That was my last statement before I twitched out of the hall.

The cameras had been disabled, and I had no idea who could have done it. One of the officers approached me, looking puzzled. "Sir, can you tell me if your CCTV cameras are always turned off?" he asked. I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease. "No, they're not," I said. "I don't know what's going on." The officer nodded, making a note on his pad. "We'll check the footage anyway," he said. "Maybe we can find something suspicious." As the officer checked the CCTV monitor, I watched in horror as the footage revealed a shocking truth. The camera had been turned off, but not before it had captured some disturbing images.

I gasped against his mouth. He deepened it. His breathing mixed with mine. His fingers tightened on my waist. His lips were warm and hungry and He suddenly froze. His eyes widened. “The camera,” he whispered. He reached behind him blindly and stopped the recording. He didn’t even check it. He just shut it off and turned back to me, breathing hard. I stared at him. He stared at me. Neither of us moved. He leaned in again. Till slow. Like he was giving me a choice.

“Yeah, Aria… Go ahead and let Adam see for himself who’s the culprit.” Sophia challenging Aria with such confidence, get me a bit worked up. Nonetheless, when I open the AlfredCamera APP, the footage after Aria is having her dinner alone, getting up and then heading towards the kitchen is cut off. That’s rather weird. “How is the camera off after this sequence? The camera is always on.” I am puzzled. “Is it hard for you to understand, Adam? Of course, Aria has turned it off before the attack.” “But how would I turn it off? I didn’t even know you would barge in, did I?

“Fine? Amelia, don’t piss me off. A man that looks like THAT? With tattoos that detailed? Fine is not in that vocabulary.” I force a laugh. “Cassie, let’s not—” “No. No. I refuse.” I can literally hear her pacing. “You better not tell me that , I need more details.” “Cassie,” I interrupt quickly, “how do you turn off a camera robot?” Silence. “A WHAT?” “A camera robot,” I repeat flatly. “ Her voice jumps an octave. “how did y…,“ Just—tell me how to turn the damn thing off!”

Two chairs with a small table. “Make sure to turn the camera off.” I requested. “Turn off the camera? Darren, you realize I probably shouldn’t do that. What happens if Ivan does something? I wouldn’t know to come in and stop him?” André questioned. “If Ivan makes a move, I’ll handle it. But he won’t talk if the camera lights are on.” I nodded to the flashing red lights. “You want him to talk, right? Then you need to trust me.” I shrugged.

Thank you, mother for the Turkish genes. “They might have cameras here though” Yang stated and I winked at her. Flashback: “Please don’t cause an explosion” I whispered as I cut the wires of the cameras. My eyes widened and my heart raced as I watched the red light shut off. The cameras were off in the whole room in mere seconds and I smiled before running back to the bed I was on. Laying quietly and pretending that I was asleep. “Come on, we need to get them out of here”

Thank you, mother for the Turkish genes. “They might have cameras here though” Yang stated and I winked at her. Flashback: “Please don’t cause an explosion” I whispered as I cut the wires of the cameras. My eyes widened and my heart raced as I watched the red light shut off. The cameras were off in the whole room in mere seconds and I smiled before running back to the bed I was on. Laying quietly and pretending that I was asleep. “Come on, we need to get them out of here”

“You kept the door open.” Ethan raised the pistol. The shape did not flinch. “You invited memory in.” Veronica stepped beside him. “We forgave.” The layered voice answered. “Forgiveness does not erase.” “It changes what is kept.” The shape lowered the camera. The red recording light blinked once. Went dark. The shape began to thin. Mist retreating. Shadows folding inward. Until only the camera remained. On the floorboards. Lens upward. Cold. Wet. Veronica walked to it.