Hey everyone! I'm a new member on this site and something really freaky happened and I wanted to tell you about it.

I has gone to Punta Cana for about two weeks. I took so much picture during that time, it was a really nice trip until I dropped my camera on the ground. The day after, I went for a bit of shopping in the closest village I found; My mom was looking for some cool hat and during that time I decided to go at the weird little shop in front of the hat stand.

At first I was only looking around 'til I found a new digital camera for only 5$. I was so happy, this was making my day. When I was about to pay, the guy told me that I wasn't an ordinary camera and to be careful with it. Of course I thought it was a joke and I didn't take the advice seriously.

I've been back home for a few days now and I hadn't looked at the pictures until yesterday. All the pictures I took in Punta Cana were so beautiful... But when I looked at the ones I took when I was on my way back home I was so scared that I didn’t even sleep. This morning when I got to see my lovely horse, that I had photographed a few days before looking at the pictures, I found her dead in her paddock.

Then I realized that I had taken a picture of my cat Sandy too! And obviously when I got back home...The body of Sandy was lying in my bed right where I took the picture, she was cold and she wasn’t breathing at all and from this day forward I began listening to peoples advice.