It was a dark, rainy night. Strong gusts of wind, windows rattling and clinking in the wind, a deserted house.

And then - unexpectedly - a crazy and bloodcurling scream from inside. A loneseome photographer had stumbled over his tripod.

Overwhelmed with irritation and confusion he set up a weird scenery and couldn't stop taking images.

Much later - being himself again and free of dread and pain - he found himself on some of the images taken in that scary night. A shadow of his former self. Are that the widely discussed side effects of enthusiastic photography ???