Ten O'clock sharp the airwaves are split by a long howl. Whispering voices and chirping bats preceed a breeze and a creaking door.

'Welcome back to the Nightwatch Boys and Ghouls, Grab your stakes and Garlic we have a great show for you tonight.'

The music from Halloween starts up as Junkie intros the show.

'Our sources have come through for us again listeners, we have a list of hauntings right here in Sanfield for all your ghost chasing pleasures.'

Another howl and the sounds of creepy child laughter.

'But first things first; Your hosts. I am Junkie Drake, ghost hunter extroidonaire and this is my lovely co-host...'

"Amanda 'The Verbal Assassin' Harris," she says, having the perfect female radio voices. Smooth and sultry like a fine chocolate, and as Southern as fresh brewed sweet tea. "Now, my little denizens of the night. Listen closely to Momma, for I got all you need to find those ectoplasmic beings of your dreams."
She cues the sound of ghostly moaning.

'Ive heard Ectoplasm is sticky.' Junkie interjects.

'Whats the first place on our long list-o-terror?' Theres a sound shuffling papers. Junkie as usual is very disoganized.

'The subway. The night train number Nine baby. That old ghost from back before Haunted New England left town is showing his ugly face again.'

Junkie coughs once, digging around on his console for his cigarettes as he sees the program director step out for dinner...

'Deep throat tells us his name is "Tin Can Bill" a homeless dude who dissapeared into those very tunnels six months ago...'

Cue some more dramatic ghost moans.

"Deep Throat, Better at sex than anyone, now all he needs is a partner." *she laughs softly. Her face scrunches up as she sees Drake go for his cigarettes.
"So, as Junkie here chokes down a coffin nail, we are taking calls...Oh and idiots of the world...put down the phone, you're holding it upside down anyway."

Junkie does his best impression of a dying cat making a phlemmy cough at Amanda.

'Thats right, if youve got spooks in the basement or spectres in the bedroom we want to hear about it.'

Junkie sparks a cigarette and begins sucking it down as fast as he can. Hes not supposed to smoke around the equipment.

'Hello Caller, your on with the Nightwatch. What have you got for us?..'

(Anyone interested in being the caller is free to jump in with us, if theres no takers ill npc someone.)

"Yeah, I'm professor Jenkins, and I gots dis thing we seen in da slums, what keeps eatin folks. Is a big blak wolf with teeth. You ever did heer a somtin lik dat?"

Stifled laughter filters from between Amanda's teeth. She looks at Drake from over her hand. She lowers her hands and leans into the mic.
"Professor Jenkins, what are you a professor of?" of course she's partially making fun of him. Its her gimmick. "Big black wolf, like off little red riding hood...or, are you talking about when the wolfsbane bloom, full out, teeth and motherfucking claws. Born in the light of the full moon..."
She cues a drum roll.
"A werewolf. Also known by the cajuns in swampy lowlands of Lousiana as Loup Garou."
She leans back in her chair as she adjusts her headset.  

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 "I don't ritely know mam. It been eatin da folks here in tent city fer a week. Day been goin in missin body parts, looks like day was a eatin by animals, reel crazy. I saw ona dem on da far side one night, all grinnin in da dark like dat chesire cat. I gots away but ole jimmy didn't. I'm tellin ya, call da doc's at st, whatever and de'll tell ya da same. Is real, I saw it, soon nuff, you'll see. Day's out der watchin in da dark, waitin."

Amanda's brows furrow and she looks to Drake. She rubs the back of her neck, but covers it with a nervous giggle.
Her free hand flips a switch to start recording this.
"Can you describe this thing to us?" she says as she picks up a legal pad and a pen.

Junkie had been pretending to play a banjo while Amanda talked to the professor, but when she starts recording he will sit still and get serious.

He stubs out his cigarette on his own notepad.

'Is this the Tent City out under the freeway my man? Im amazed you get such good cell service out there.'

 "Like I wez tellin ya. It wez damn near da size of a wolf, It a reel long nose, wit whiskers. Yeller eyes dat flected the lite a day, and wat hair it did have wez blak. It was reel dirty too, like it wallered in da mud. Kinda fat little legs but wif claws. I heerd it hiss loud an awful like, and it had a big ole rat tail. Hones' Injun jus like I saws it."

Amanda nodded as she made a qui9ck sketch of the thing. She shows it to Drake and smirks. She holds the notebook down to write again. She shows it to him again, words next to the drawing.
'Worth checking out?' it reads.
She clears her throat, "You said it hissed?"
She cocks a brow.

Junkie scribbles something fast and holds it up. His notepad reads: Homeless people suck, I might get raped.

Helpfull as always Junkie interjects himself onto the air.

'Sounds like a bona-fide case of Giant freakin sewer rats if you ask me...'

Junkie makes the -wrap it up- hand motion at Amanda, the call board has four other lights on it and this is America. Land of the 15 second attention span...

She flips off Junkie," Thank you caller, this was all very stimulating. You have a nice night."
She looks up at Junkie, using her other hand to give him the bird in stereo. She sits up and hits the hang up button and presses a flashing call button.
"Hello caller, this is nightwatch, what scary bumps in the night do you have for us?"  

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{{{Amanda's sketch?}}}

(is that a bsd or a ratkin?)

She starts to write some stuff down as she waits on the next caller, but it seemed to be a hang up. She shrugs lightly, but catches wind of something.
"My god Drake, did you shit yourself. Oh geez, it smells like bong water and cheese!"
She breaks out the lysol.

{{Neither. It's actually a cryptid known as the Redesea Scourge.}}

Drake just cackles. 'Silent but deadly baby.'

He plays aloud buzzer nosie when they get a hangup caller.

'Thanks alot jerk, next caller, your on with the Nightwatch.'

'Your all looking in the wrong direction. There are far worse things than Ghosts right under your nose. Open your eyes Junkie and Amanda, we walk amongst you.'

The Voice is male, very smooth and calculated. It would match up with any hollywood depiction of a vampire movie. it almost seems ripped right out of Interview with a vampire...