For decades, monsters have been falling over themselves to jump out, pop up, or cross paths with inebriated photographers.
Monsters love appearing in photos. They’re divas. They’re Prima Donnas. Nothing makes a lake monster or a mammoth-footed hairy ape creature come running faster than pulling out a camera. Monsters can not wait to ham it up for the lens.
And paranormal picture-takers with a few drinks in them are the most fun. After the mutant sighting, nobody usually believes the drunken person with a camera. So, they want to fight. And call people names.
But they have proof on film. The monster was real. The behemoth is immortalized forever in a shaky, grainy, black-and-blacker,
shadowy, uncertain, dubious, enigmatic photo.