Kolchak Cases - Volume Four.

So here I am, another normal day in LA. Not too hot. Not too windy. Not raining frogs, bleeding walls, or anything that would make a sane man move to Idaho. For me, normal usually means the fuse is already lit, and I am the only idiot standing close enough to smell the smoke. I used to think strange things happened around me by accident. Bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time. Now I know better. These things find me. The unexplained. The impossible. Let's go to the beginning of ALL THIS!