(Based on a nightmare of mine which was no doubt highly influenced by my love for Asian horror, even though I added in some other parts here and there to make this a somewhat complete story. It's sort of a combination of Fatal Frame and something like Ju-on. I might work on a part two for this eventually, but perhaps I'll just leave it all open to interpretation instead.) 

In the dream I was walking outside in the daytime, alone and not too far from my house. Everything was peaceful and nothing seemed out of the ordinary either. I decided to go off course and travel down an old trail, which led me through the deep woods into an area which had seldom been seen before. The next thing I remember was hearing the mournful sound of crying woman, as if in great sorrow and pain. An intense feeling of sadness overcame me, and I continued walking but then for some strange reason became unaware of my own surroundings. Suddenly an old abandoned large house stood before me, whilst a soft yet determined female voice begged me to go inside and help her. I entered and felt an immediate sense of tragedy surrounding this location, yet before anything else happened the day at once turned into night, and I then heard the tormented screams of this very same woman. She screamed horribly as if something bad had been done to her, but soon those cries of anguish turned into insane laughter, and I felt a ghastly presence drawing much closer to me. Before my eyes stood a young Asian woman covered in blood while also wearing a white dress. She let out the most terrifying scream I have ever heard before, and I turned to somehow desperately escape this sheer madness! My whole body felt paralyzed and although I managed to open the door before exiting the house, this horrifying ghost caught up with me in the woods and actually touched my right shoulder. I wanted to get some proof of this before she killed me, so that perhaps some evidence might yet survive from this encounter. I quickly took some pictures of her with a regular camera, but strangely she then said something to me which I cannot remember right now. I'll try to recall it later if possible. She was nearly ready to end my life yet I remained frozen in fear and unable to move. Then all went pitch black and I was suddenly back inside my house, very much shaken but somehow still alive. The camera was on the table and although deeply frightened to say the least, I nevertheless summoned up the courage to develop the film. My worst fears were realized when the images of this hideous ghost appeared, and I now had the pictures to prove her existence. However, when I showed these photographs to my friends and relatives, they saw nothing and were indeed very skeptical of my story. It seemed I was most definitely the only person who could see her image, despite being ridiculed and laughed at by everyone else. And then the nightmare truly began! One by one every single person who had looked at my pictures began dying horrible deaths. Their bodies were mutilated and covered in blood, and the terrible expressions upon their faces can never be described nor forgotten, for they were all frozen in fear with a look of unspeakable terror in their eyes! Always and without exception blood was everywhere, almost as if the entity that murdered them enjoyed this to the point of overkill. Why was this even happening in the first place, and why did everyone whom I showed these pictures to end up dead? What did she want with me, and why did she spare me only so that others could die as a result of my unintentionally harmful actions, which were well meaning yet ultimately destructive in unimaginable ways?