KC and Maurice are back in the van. The GPS is already doing a thing.Ghosts Are Still Bigger In Texas picks up where Volume 1 left off — no re-introductions, no explaining the methodology, no pretending the signal ever stopped running. This is the Texas the first volume flagged and kept driving. The cities. The canyon. The oldest town. The lake that shouldn't exist. The end of the road.Twelve new investigations. Dallas's Hotel Adolphus, where a Victorian bride is still waiting on the nineteenth floor and a French Room apparition moves between tables with complete indifference to being observed. The oldest town in Texas, where a schoolhouse audio anomaly filed under residual, child, not distressing is the calmest thing on the evidence log. Goliad, where more people died than at the Alamo and the ground has not yet finished processing the morning of March 27, 1836 — and where the chapel thermal reading inverted every expectation this series had built.Palo Duro Canyon at 11:40 PM when the creek stopped. Fort Worth's Cowtown Coliseum when the upper tiers applauded an empty arena floor. The four-minute conversation with the fourth-floor stairwell of Jefferson Davis Hospital that needed someone to tell it the emergency was over. Caddo Lake at dawn in the cypress, where Morrish confirmed what Maurice had suspected: the lake is not haunted. The lake is inhabited. These are not the same thing.Field correspondents Fabian and Brodie file two dispatches from Southeast Texas — including a forty-second audio from Spindletop hill that neither of them fully recovered from — before making a considered, dignified, entirely understandable career pivot to the FVC After Hours broadcast network.Drew is in this volume. He is always slightly ahead. He is never there when they arrive. The thermos is always warm.The Llano Uplift is waiting at the end. It has been waiting since before anything alive existed to do the waiting. The return visit has different things to file. The granite noticed the difference.The red rock is next. The GPS has the coordinates.BooBerry K Muffins available at every franchise location across all dimensions. The barista is working through something. The coffee is exceptional.

The sea has more to say.The first Maritime Mysteries volume took Franki, Franny Lynn, and Captain Connie — Quantum Royal Space Pirate, The Nebula Seamstress, dark matter corset, hat with orbiting moons — across four oceans and twelve cases. The entities testified. The record was corrected. The muffins were acknowledged by presences ranging from ancient to older than the Atlantic itself. The booth closed. The water kept talking.This is the second voyage.Thirteen chapters. Thirteen maritime mysteries, expanded and lore-deep, investigated through the verified record first and the Coffee & Cryptids transcripts after — because the real thing always comes first, stated cleanly, without the embroidery the content cycle applies to anything involving open water and unanswered questions. Then the entities come to the table. And the entities in this volume have been waiting.The Carroll A. Deering, found hard aground on the Graveyard of the Atlantic with food still cooking in the galley and a wheel someone deliberately lashed. The Kaz II, the modern ghost catamaran found drifting off Queensland with the engine running, a fishing line trailing, and three experienced sailors simply gone. The SS Baychimo, abandoned in Arctic pack ice in 1931 and spotted drifting through the Beaufort Sea for the next forty years. The Lyubov Orlova, the Soviet ghost ship cut loose in the North Atlantic in 2013 with nothing aboard but cannibal rats and the memory of a working life. The Lady Lovibond, which runs onto the Goodwin Sands every fifty years and vanishes when anyone goes to look. The Lake Michigan Triangle, where fifty-eight people and a DC-4 went into the freshwater dark and never came back. The Sargasso Sea, the sea with no shore, where the European eel has been spawning in secret for millions of years and nobody has ever seen it happen. The Octavius, found drifting off Greenland in 1775 with its entire crew frozen in their bunks and its captain at his desk with a pen still in his hand. The Cape Horn ships, the albatrosses carrying dead sailors' souls, the Horn that decides. Donald Crowhurst, alone in the South Atlantic with two logs and a gap between them and 25,000 words that his mind produced when the performance finally stopped. And the Bel Amica — a yacht found drifting off Sardinia in 2006 with African food on the table, French charts, an Egyptian registration, an unidentified flag, and no one aboard and no explanation the surface record has ever produced.The entities testified. The record was corrected. The muffins passed the Horn.Thirteen chapters. Witch power number. Let's sail.

KC and Maurice are back in the van. The GPS is already doing a thing.Ghosts Are Still Bigger In Texas picks up where Volume 1 left off — no re-introductions, no explaining the methodology, no pretending the signal ever stopped running. This is the Texas the first volume flagged and kept driving. The cities. The canyon. The oldest town. The lake that shouldn't exist. The end of the road.Twelve new investigations. Dallas's Hotel Adolphus, where a Victorian bride is still waiting on the nineteenth floor and a French Room apparition moves between tables with complete indifference to being observed. The oldest town in Texas, where a schoolhouse audio anomaly filed under residual, child, not distressing is the calmest thing on the evidence log. Goliad, where more people died than at the Alamo and the ground has not yet finished processing the morning of March 27, 1836 — and where the chapel thermal reading inverted every expectation this series had built.Palo Duro Canyon at 11:40 PM when the creek stopped. Fort Worth's Cowtown Coliseum when the upper tiers applauded an empty arena floor. The four-minute conversation with the fourth-floor stairwell of Jefferson Davis Hospital that needed someone to tell it the emergency was over. Caddo Lake at dawn in the cypress, where Morrish confirmed what Maurice had suspected: the lake is not haunted. The lake is inhabited. These are not the same thing.Field correspondents Fabian and Brodie file two dispatches from Southeast Texas — including a forty-second audio from Spindletop hill that neither of them fully recovered from — before making a considered, dignified, entirely understandable career pivot to the FVC After Hours broadcast network.Drew is in this volume. He is always slightly ahead. He is never there when they arrive. The thermos is always warm.The Llano Uplift is waiting at the end. It has been waiting since before anything alive existed to do the waiting. The return visit has different things to file. The granite noticed the difference.The red rock is next. The GPS has the coordinates.BooBerry K Muffins available at every franchise location across all dimensions. The barista is working through something. The coffee is exceptional.

The sea has more to say.The first Maritime Mysteries volume took Franki, Franny Lynn, and Captain Connie — Quantum Royal Space Pirate, The Nebula Seamstress, dark matter corset, hat with orbiting moons — across four oceans and twelve cases. The entities testified. The record was corrected. The muffins were acknowledged by presences ranging from ancient to older than the Atlantic itself. The booth closed. The water kept talking.This is the second voyage.Thirteen chapters. Thirteen maritime mysteries, expanded and lore-deep, investigated through the verified record first and the Coffee & Cryptids transcripts after — because the real thing always comes first, stated cleanly, without the embroidery the content cycle applies to anything involving open water and unanswered questions. Then the entities come to the table. And the entities in this volume have been waiting.The Carroll A. Deering, found hard aground on the Graveyard of the Atlantic with food still cooking in the galley and a wheel someone deliberately lashed. The Kaz II, the modern ghost catamaran found drifting off Queensland with the engine running, a fishing line trailing, and three experienced sailors simply gone. The SS Baychimo, abandoned in Arctic pack ice in 1931 and spotted drifting through the Beaufort Sea for the next forty years. The Lyubov Orlova, the Soviet ghost ship cut loose in the North Atlantic in 2013 with nothing aboard but cannibal rats and the memory of a working life. The Lady Lovibond, which runs onto the Goodwin Sands every fifty years and vanishes when anyone goes to look. The Lake Michigan Triangle, where fifty-eight people and a DC-4 went into the freshwater dark and never came back. The Sargasso Sea, the sea with no shore, where the European eel has been spawning in secret for millions of years and nobody has ever seen it happen. The Octavius, found drifting off Greenland in 1775 with its entire crew frozen in their bunks and its captain at his desk with a pen still in his hand. The Cape Horn ships, the albatrosses carrying dead sailors' souls, the Horn that decides. Donald Crowhurst, alone in the South Atlantic with two logs and a gap between them and 25,000 words that his mind produced when the performance finally stopped. And the Bel Amica — a yacht found drifting off Sardinia in 2006 with African food on the table, French charts, an Egyptian registration, an unidentified flag, and no one aboard and no explanation the surface record has ever produced.The entities testified. The record was corrected. The muffins passed the Horn.Thirteen chapters. Witch power number. Let's sail.