When I was in college I worked at a drug store in the 1-hour-photo department. As I’d develope people’s pictures I’d see lots of great photos like this.
One day 2 teenage boys came in to develop a roll of film. Looked like they were maybe 15 or 16. They left and I developed the film.
It appeared they were crime scene pictures. One pic of them in a bathtub covered in blood. Another pic of them with fake stab wounds on their back. On and on… It all looked super fake so I wasn’t worried.
They were horror fans. I did the same thing when I was a kid. So, naturally, I decided I was going to mess with them when they got back.
They came to my desk and asked for their pictures, but I told them there was a problem. It was store policy that if I see any photos that might contain someone breaking the law I have to call the police.
One of them immediately started panicking and telling me it was for a school project and it wasn’t real. The other one started crying. It was the best day I ever had at the job. It was also my last because their mom came in that night and went full Karen.