It's the 1800s, and you're doing whatever people did in the 1800s, when your neighbor comes to you for help with a mysterious injury. They've managed to shoot themselves in the arm, or break their jaw, or get tons of thorns stuck in their bum. You really want to get back to whatever you were doing, so you fix them up and send them on their way. Later on, you overhear a story about Mrs. Quigley encountering a werewolf the night before you fixed up the your neighbor; a story in which the Mrs. Quigley caused the werewolf an eerily similar injury to the one your neighbor had... Coinicidence? This week, Maria covers accounts of werewolf sightings in Pennsylvania - some much more recent than you'd think.