What…. Did I take these photos? I don’t recall ever doing anything like this. Perhaps my sister took them? No, that’s not it either. These photos are things I’d see in my nightmares. They don’t look like anything in particular. When I looked at the first picture again, I could see blood. There looked to be a knife, or was that something else. Either way, I didn’t exactly want to look at it anymore. In fact that was an understatement. I didn’t want to be anywhere near my old phone. Should I just turn it off and stuff it in a box? Or maybe the junk drawer? Nothing gets out of those. Do I go to the extreme and throw it in the dumpster? Or do I just smash it? Should I hide it? Eventually I end up coming to a decision. Smash it then hide it in the junk drawer. Then I could just coincidentally leave it in my apartment until I move out. Yeah, that sounds good. Time to go get the hammer.