Year: 2025

The call came in just as Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was contemplating the existential dread of lukewarm coffee and the unsettling glow of his EMF reader. A semi-truck, reportedly “out of…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes found himself staring intently at a rather alarming epidemiological study. The headline screamed: “Link Between Toxoplasmosis Exposure, Risky Behavior in Motorcyclists, and Increased Aggression in Soccer Players.”…

The Everglades smoldered, a vast, scarred landscape of ash and charred cypress. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of burnt vegetation, a stark contrast to the usual humid…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, ever the resourceful (and occasionally reckless) investigator, found himself bobbing gently in the turquoise waters off Pompano Beach. The glint of the Florida sun on the surface…

The insistent ringing of Monty’s flip phone sliced through the humid Fort Lauderdale air, jarring him from a particularly intense re-examination of Professor Alistair Finch-Nunya-Smythe’s theories on the vibrational frequencies…

The sheer size and unnerving behavior of the eels in the Everglades had burrowed under Monty’s skin like a stubborn chigger. They weren’t just large; there was a deliberate quality…

The air in the Everglades felt different, thicker somehow, laced with the earthy scent of decaying leaves and something else… something ancient and faintly floral. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes had ventured…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes squinted at the unsettling sight before him. It was a Key deer, alright, but not like any he’d ever seen. Its eyes were milky, its gait unsteady,…

Back at his slightly mildewed Fort Lauderdale office – a converted spare bedroom crammed with blurry photos, questionable artifacts, and enough EMF readers to power a small disco – Monty…

The air hung thick and heavy, a damp blanket woven with the insistent drone of unseen insects. Even Monty’s trusty industrial-strength bug spray, a concoction he swore by (and occasionally…