Romeo (Rat) and his brotherMiguel patrolling the Commonwealth
A pair of Diamond City radio host moonlight as monsters hunter for settlers who report paranormal phenomena or sighting of urban legends. Since 2078 they have made it their life’s work – when they’re not arguing with each other, that is – to help settlers throughout the
Commonwealth who feel they have been affected by seemingly unexplained disturbances of the wasteland.
Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.
Hours after the sun finally descended behind the hilltops, the villagers of this peculiar small town, nestled safely in the valleys of France, illuminated their lanterns on every front porch. Dotted with specks of light throughout the narrow cobblestone roads, the town remained hidden yet approachable as its newest visitors, Gaston and Anne, retreated to their separate rooms for the evening. Contrasting to Villeneuve, the streets were far from deserted in the after hours of nightfall as customers poured into the tavern, interested in elaborate details from Harry the Bartender about the two travelers. Word spread quickly in this town but, unlike Villeneuve, whispers were often laced with curiosity and excitement rather than gossip and tones of cynicism.
The temperature dropped significantly in the evening, but that didn’t stop the tavern’s customers from filing out into the streets as they hummed memorable tunes passed down from generations before them. All singing ceased, however, when three figures, a cloaked elderly woman and two stubby men, emerged from the rolling hilltops and through the entrance of the town.
The villagers welcomed the three strangers with open arms and wide smiles, but the woman pushed by, shouldering them with her impressive strength. Their heads whipped around in pure shock as the old woman continued onward without the slightest apology.
“Bonsoir!” A loud resident stepped in the middle of the street to greet the strangers.
“Shut up,” the witch growled to the villager’s shocked reaction.
Although Vayle was pleased with herself for cursing the river, Tom and Dick were progressively hesitant and critical about her powers: Tom, in particular. The witch was cognizant of his intent to court Anne, but unbeknownst to him, she would never allow him to grasp that opportunity: After Vayle seized her daughter’s pendant and performed the spell, ultimately gaining eternal beauty, Anne would die. There was no other way, for it was her beauty that Vayle was seeking.
“I’m just saying,” Tom continued. “Maybe refrain from killing your daughter on the actual journey. I thought we were waiting until they returned to Villeneuve. Right? What happened to all good things take time, or whatever?”
“Right! Yeah, I agree with him!” Dick pointed to Tom, his voice booming throughout the streets.
At that point, Vayle couldn’t endure their complaints any longer, so she pivoted her body to face them as the apprehensive villagers disappeared into the shadows.
“Do not speak of that here, do you understand me? I’ve had it with both of you. Anyone can be listening. How stupid can you be?”
“You’d be surprised,” Dick muttered as his eyes traveled to a mug filled with ale that rested on a table outside of a tavern. Without a second thought, he grabbed the mug and placed it to his lips.
“And stop your drinking!” Vayle backhanded the mug out of Dick’s hands, watching as it fell to the cobblestones. It was unclear whether the man was preparing to open his mouth in order to protest or weep.
“Well, don’t waste it!”
Vayle continued walking, having no interest in either of their debates. “You both need to keep a clear head,” she spoke ominously, “We must stay ahead of them.”
Tom and Dick had no choice but to follow her lead, hunching their shoulders and stalking into the shadows. Little to their knowledge, someone else had been following them: She, too, was a stranger to the village but maneuvered her way through the streets unseen while stepping into the shadows and hiding behind cottages. Cloaked in a thin garment of midnight-black, she was camouflaged by the evening’s darkness, but her face was just barely visible underneath. It was wrinkled with time, years of stories and spells swirling throughout her complexion, while her right hand gently held onto a blood-red rose.
People commonly think of ghosts and apparitions manifesting in human form. However, it seems there is also a global phenomenon of ghostly transportation. Ghostly horse riders, horse-drawn carriages, ships, road vehicles, aircraft and trains have been reported across the world.
The St. Louis Ghost Train, better known as the St. Louis Light, is visible at night along an old abandoned rail line in between Prince Albert and St. Louis, Saskatchewan. Two local students won an award for investigating and eventually duplicating the phenomenon, which they determined to be caused by the diffraction of distant vehicle lights.
New shocking claims that JFK was ‘murdered by CIA’ days after demanding the release of top-secret UFO files from the CIA,.
The claim was made after US presidential Democratic candidate Hilary Clinton vowed to get to the bottom of an alleged UFO cover up high within the government. Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton doesn’t know it yet, but she does not have the power to release such information. The CIA would kill her before she could, just like they did JFK.
Just a week before his death JFK wrote a memo to CIA to release all pertinent info, but somehow he was killed before it ever happened. The memo is now a confirmed declassified document released by the CIA. JFK wrote the memo to CIA on Nov 12, 1963, then on Nov 22, 1963 he was killed.
The memo asked for a breakdown of identified and unidentified sightings the CIA was aware of. JFK wrote: “It would be very helpful if you would have the high threat cases reviewed with the purpose of identification of bona fide as opposed to classified CIA and USAF sources. "It is important that we make a clear distinction between the knowns and unknowns" "I would like you to arrange a program of data sharing where unknowns are a factor.”