For some reason I like to do really challenging things, then take photos of them and upload them to social networks. It started when I accidentally photographed my friend while I was climbing a dead tree on top of a hill so it looked extreme. I also asked for the photo and uploaded it on social media. Needless to say, many people like it.

The next few days I visited my uncle’s office in a rather tall building. Incidentally the top can be reached by stairs until I managed to step on the highest floor. It just so happened that there were no security guards so I quickly took my selfie stick out of my bag and started doing some very dangerous scenes.

At first I was quite scared, but I realized that it was fear that would make me lose my balance which could lead to a very fatal accident. Finally, I started to take pictures by sitting on the waist-delimiting wall of the building, where my feet headed straight for the highway, far below. I’m starting to enjoy it. Then I started to stand on the edge of the wall very carefully, then took a photo of it, until I collected several photos, and uploaded them to my social media.

Soon my social networking account got a huge following with overwhelming reactions because of my photos. Some of them even started contacting me via text messages to express their admiration. Moreover, almost all the backgrounds of my photos are so stunning. I’m getting obsessed with doing it more.

Day after day to kill my boredom, I began to climb very dangerous things, such as climbing tall buildings, power poles, even transmission towers. I don’t know why, I don’t even feel the slightest fear. I really enjoy it. As a result, I became more and more famous on social networks. Hoping someone will then make me a commercial star for an extreme scene.

Then I had a special plan to add to my next collection of photos. That is, I will do these things at night. I started looking for targets to vent all my ambitions. Until finally found the location which is also quite extreme.

I immediately rushed to that location. The terrain is very dangerous for me to go through because there is actually no big road to get there. I don’t really care about the poor lighting. All I can think about is conquering something extreme.

When I arrived at my destination I met someone. He’s young like me, and carries a camera. Why was he here all night? Want to take extreme photos too? I greeted him and asked what he was doing here.

He replied, “I like taking incredible moments like climbing or sitting on the edge of a building. Then I uploaded the photos to social networks and got a lot of amazing reactions.”

I was surprised, the same hobby with me. Then I said, “Wow, unexpectedly, we have the same hobby. I honestly came here to do things you seem to already know.”

“Did you come to climb this haunted tower?” He asked.

I nodded.

He continued, “Unfortunately, I don’t do those things anymore.”

I was confused, “Then why are you coming here?”

He replied, “I just want to recall about what I did yesterday.”

What? Such a nostalgia? “Recall about what?” I asked again.

He turned on his camera and started showing me his photos. This time I was surprised and I grab his camera, his photos are much better than mine. He did it far better than anything I’ve ever done. Until I came across a very extraordinary picture of him, where he just stood on a small foothold between a mountain cliff and a ravine. This is awesome. It seems his courage is almost unbeatable.

But instead he said, “That was the last time I ventured into the world of extreme photos.”

“Why?” I asked, “You have very good talent. I might learn from you. Have you found the saturation point of your hobby? Or are you forbidden by your family, friends, or your lover so that you get pressure?”

“Yes. Many forbade and even cursed me to immediately stop my dangerous hobby. Eventually I ended up stopping it myself.” The answer.

“Uh, huh, why?” I was still engrossed in looking at the photos on his camera while he was talking. Until finally I came to the next collection of photos showing his body lying covered in blood on the ground.