I look at the demonic Smurf panic of the 1980's

A Spanish galleon, lade with a fortune in black pearls, lay beneath the sands of the Mojave Desert.

The story of Old Ruidoso, the Hoodoo steer.

A haunting from the Motor City

A giant man covered in hair terrorized the folks in the Missouri Ozarks for fifty years between 1865-1915.

Scary Christmas! I run down a few of the finest monsters the season has to offer!

December 5.....Krampus is coming!

Jim Harold comes on the show!

A Brllyant Thanksgiving Special! I have two tales of cannibalism for you this thanksgiving! /Bon Apetit!

In the dark of a Southwestern desert night, a terrible choice is made. A deliberate decision to choose dark over light, evil over good. A choice to break the scared laws of the Dine, to be initiated into a corrupted path by committing vile acts including murder and some have said cannibalism. Through these forbidden rites they become something…else. Something no longer human that exists outside of the moral order. This is a chosen path, walked willingly, that leads into chaos, away from Hozho-the concept of living in harmony, balance and beauty. With this choice comes corrupted power. The power to transform into animals. Especially those nocturnal predators that shun the daylight. Powerful, savage beasts. Beasts like wolves. This witch is feared, not only for its power to transform, but because it evil. It seeks power through the destruction of others. This is a being so feared, a being who represents ideas that are so taboo, that the Dine do not utter its name. This is the Skinwalker.