"Overexposed"

in night photography. With my friend Karim's flashlight, we explored the house. What made us stay. I wanted to leave, but he loved the danger. Anxious thoughts overexposed in the darkness, watching the shadow move on the ceiling. He spoke of the sounds coming from the floor above. I helped him listen to the silence and the creaking. Just the wind Maybe. Everything has a price. I bargained my fear for one night of adventure. The house was cursed, But what is cursed forgives nothing. I think of that night and the regret : I will never return to that house. Never.