Something Rare
What a dummy... I guess we'll have to go monster hunting again
Look at this bleary smudge
Back there, in the background
Is that coffee grounds? Or the Loch Ness Mothman
Dancing skeleton ghosts fighting in the lamplight
Whose turn is the photobomb tonight?
Vampires take form from tiny bat wings
Watch in waiting to startle another hyoomine
They won't believe what we caught in this shot!! The one missing link, and--
You left the lens cap on!!
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