Welcome to Night Vale, Dr. Watson...

Chapter 1: A Mysterious Visitor

Cecil turned on the microphone. “Listen to my voice, Night Vale. Hear how I accent words. Welcome… to Night Vale.”

 Cecil sighed. Mondays were the worst. “Update on our earlier story. Hiram McDaniels was found hiding in an imaginary cellar, disguised as a potted plant. The secret police are investigating all known beer factories in Desert Bluff for evidence that this was a conspiracy from Desert Bluff. In other news, a portal opened in the middle of the Night Vale PTA meeting last night, causing several parents to get sucked into prehistoric Night Vale. And now, for the weather.” Cecil flipped a switch and his headphones were filled with the sound of bohemian rap music. Cecil hated doing the radio show on Mondays. Normally, he was at the station at 3 AM sharp for research to be done, but he had clocked in two milliseconds late and Station Management had emerged from its office to squelch at him. Cecil made sure he was playing the right song, then began to surf the internet. There was a faint rap at the door. Cecil stood up from his desk, and opened the door, to see the town’s resident scientist, Carlos, standing at the door with a tall shrouded figure behind him. “Come in!” cried Cecil, stepping aside to procure two chairs for his visitors. “Now what can I do for you gentlemen?”