My grandpa died recently. I didn't really know him very well so I wasn't sad or anything, but apparently he had left some money for me and I had to go to the funeral and blah blah blah... anyway, among his possessions was a polaroid camera and a single photograph. It showed a dark horizon line with a few lights from a nearby town, the side of my grandpa's house, and two red lights floating somewhere up above the roof. We had all just assumed the lights to be the flashing red lights on an electrical tower. My grandpa lived alone out on an old highway a few miles from town, and his house was near an electrical tower. Even though we couldn't figure out why grandpa would take a photo of the tower, we put it out of our heads and went about the business involved in handling a death. I completely forgot about the picture until one day last week I drove up to my grandpa's house to retrieve an old blanket for my mom. While I was there I realized why grandpa had taken the picture. The electrical tower was on the opposite side of his house from the town. If grandpa had pointed the camera towards the town, and been beside his house, he couldn't have gotten the electrical tower in frame. Whatever my grandpa was photographing, it was jet black, had bright red eyes, and was at least twenty feet tall.