(aspiring journalist to Carl Kolchak)’Andy knows I want to be a reporter. Like you’This took me by surprise. ‘Sallie, my dear, nobody wants to be a reporter like me.

Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, ‘Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He...

That done, I sank into an uneasy sleep wherein I dreamed of an assembly line of pale, bloodless girls walking down an endless dark street and moaning softly for help. Somewhere, toward the edge of...

I know that everyone in this room, Bernie Fain included, thinks I’m some kind of a nut with my so-called fixation on this vampire thing. OK, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he only thinks he is....

It was getting difficult to see exactly what was going on in the pool and a fourth officer jumped in as one came up with the unconscious form of the first cop. While others pulled...

This ‘vampire’ stuff is to stay right in this room. Until we have the assailant in custody we say nothing about these girls being drained of blood. No more rumors. No reports in the papers,”...

Carol, a swing-shift cocktail waitress in the Bird of Paradise’s show lounge had gotten home (guesswork, here) around 2:15 – 2:30, poured herself a glass of milk, and had opened the back door of the...

Jenks and I stood there like statues watching him twitch, his eyes rolling up in his head. He clutched at his clothes pulling the wooden pole they hung from down on top of him. Slowly...

Something of a pattern had started to form and it was ugly.