I was alone in a peaceful field, soaking up the golden hour light, when I snapped a photo of my truck to share a calm moment with my husband. But seconds later, his message stopped me cold: “Who’s that in the reflection?”
I zoomed in—and there, faint but clear, was a man wearing a hat I recognized instantly. It looked just like the one my ex-boyfriend always wore. But I was sure I was alone. No one else was there.
I tried to convince myself it was just a shadow, but my husband wasn’t fooled. “That doesn’t look like a shadow. It looks like him.”
That photo haunted us both. What was once a peaceful moment became a reminder of a past we thought was long gone—showing up when we least expected it.
Sometimes the scariest things aren’t what you see clearly. They’re what appear in the background when you’re not even looking.
