One of my friends introduced me to a photo editing job. It was an easy job if you knew how to use Photoshop, and the pay was good so it was an easy decision.
On the first day I was allotted a PC, and the supervisor explained what I was to do. Like I heard beforehand, the majority of the job was cropping and altering the colours of images. Easy work. I was chuffed with such a juicy job.
“If there’s anything you don’t understand, come over and ask,” the supervisor said and sat down at his desk. “Oh yeah, and if you see any of those things, erase them, okay?” He held both hands up in front of him, fingers down, like from the manga Urameshiya. He was talking about ghosts.
“No worries, I’ve got it,” I said.
There was nothing else to say, so I got to work, but I very quickly understood just what he meant.
There were eyes. In the dark spots of the photos there were eyes.
Like the darkness of a computer screen once the lights are turned off, or that tiny bit of darkness under one’s chin, or like the darkness underneath a dresser. In those dark parts there were eyes looking at me. I didn’t have to look hard for them, I could feel them looking at me and soon discovered them. For every five or six photos there was at least one that had them.
‘Erase them, okay?’ Even so… But by picking up the surrounding colours and covering over the eyes they were easily erased, so it was no problem. After working for a while I got used to it, and as I mechanically transformed the ghost photos into regular photos, I felt like the time of spirit photography in our society was coming to an end.
I went drinking with my supervisor a few days later and asked him about it, and apparently the location of the company wasn’t great. Like, when they put out piles of salt, those piles of salt would turn black within three days.
Now that was the scariest thing of all.