Bloodhound shares the origin story of Krampus and assists a college student stuck on a doomed Phantom Bus, ensuring they make it home in time for the holidays.

A trucker reaches out seeking directions as the ominous presence of "Behind the Black Veil," a cursed film, lingers over Salem, casting an enduring shadow.

In a chilling Salem News report, Charlie Underwood, the seasoned news reporter, unveils unsettling details about a psychiatric patient and a recent suspected murder.

One fine evening, Pete Collins, the proud owner of The Royale Gem Cinema, stumbled upon a most intriguing discovery in his dusty old attic – a cursed film known as "Behind the Black Veil." Curiosity got the best of Pete, and he thought it'd be a good idea to screen that bewitched flick at his very own theater. You know, they say curiosity might've done in the cat, but it's a treacherous path in the realms of cinema and witchcraft, and that's a fact.

That cursed film, "Behind the Black Veil," just won't quit causing a ruckus in Salem, Massachusetts. A caller rings me up, all curious-like about a painting he calls the "Crying Boy," and I reckon it set me off something fierce. Then, another good soul left a message, asking for my lending hand getting rid of a ghost.

In Salem, Massachusetts, there's a stir about a cursed film called "Behind the Black Veil." In the next chapter of "Strange Country," we're headed to Alabama to uncover the tale of "Huggin Molly," a mysterious specter.

Hannah Cranna had a way with words, sharp as a whittlin' knife, and a temper hotter than a stove on full boil. But the spookiest part was some believed she dabbled in the dark arts, slinging curses like a cowpoke tosses horseshoes. Whether Hannah was a genuine witch or just a misunderstood soul, well, that's a debate for the town square. But one thing's for sure, partner – when Hannah Cranna's name came up in Connecticut, you'd best watch your step because you didn't want to be on the wrong end of her ire, no siree!

Down yonder in Wilke's County, there's a right spooky yarn 'bout moonshinin', whiskey sippin', and them two lovebirds. The Grim Reaper himself tried, but them lovers couldn't be kept apart, not even by death's cold grip. It's a tale that'll raise the hairs on your neck and tickle your fancy, I tell ya.