It was a dark and stormy night, three years ago as I dragged myself up the steps of The Midnight Oracle. Fresh out of college, I had thrown myself at the mercy of big-time newspapers and magazines, only to find that the economy had hit them hard as well. I threw myself at the mercy of the Editor in Chief of The Midnight Oracle only to find the work was not of my caliber. Now, instead of writing actual news, I find myself following bogus leads of Bigfoot mating with Nessie. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. So, as I sit in my chair, writing about the next ordeal of Bat Boy, I dream of real journalism. Besides, nothing paranormal actually happens....does it?