It was a warm Wednesday evening in August. The kind of evening that makes people on Prince Edward Island linger outside a little longer, tending their gardens, watching the light settle over the fields, and itting on porches as the day fades into dusk.

The kind of evening where the doors stay unlocked.

In a brown bungalow on a hill along St. Mary’s Road, about ten kilometres east of the town of Montague, a sixty-eight-year-old man named Brent McGuigan was sitting in his rocking chair in the kitchen. He was talking with his son, Brendon, who was thirty-nine. Brent’s wife, Marie, was in the next room. And down the road, Brendon’s wife, Kim, was home with their three children, waiting for him to come back and make popcorn.

It was August 20th, 2014. A little after nine o’clock in the evening.

Neither Brent nor Brendon McGuigan would survive the next few minutes.

I’m your host Ryan Dell. This is Canadian CrimeCast: Coast to Coast True Crime.

Today’s story takes us to rural Prince Edward Island — Canada’s smallest province — where a forty-four-year-old grudge, a lifetime of obsession, and a nine-month sentence from 1970 all converged into one of the most shocking acts of violence the Island has ever seen.

This is the story of Brent and Brendon McGuigan.

CHAPTER ONE: COMMERCIAL ROAD, 1970

To understand what happened in that kitchen on St. Mary’s Road, you have to go back forty-four years. To a different road. A different evening. A very different time.

At about nine o’clock on the evening of November 19th, 1970, the Vuozzo family was driving home to Montague from Murray River along Commercial Road. It’s the kind of quiet rural road where you can go quite some time without seeing another car.

Alfred Vuozzo Senior was at the wheel. His wife, Bernice, was beside him. In the van were two of their daughters and their youngest child — a two-year-old boy named Alfie.

One of those daughters was nine-year-old Kathy Vuozzo.

At the intersection of Commercial Road and the Murray River Road, a half-ton truck ran a stop sign just as the Vuozzo family’s van was passing through. A second later, and they would have missed each other.

They did not miss each other.

The truck tore into the side of the van. The impact sent nine-year-old Kathy through the windshield. When first responders arrived, they found Alfred Senior stunned and wandering the road, pulling debris to the shoulder. Bernice was holding two-year-old Alfie in her arms. Kathy’s body was in the ditch.

A doctor examined her at the scene and pronounced her dead.

The driver of the truck was a man named Herbert McGuigan. When officers opened his door, he asked if there had been an accident. There was a strong smell of alcohol. Beer caps were scattered around him on the floor of the cab.

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In 1970, impaired driving laws and sentencing looked very different than they do today. A death caused by an impaired driver — while always tragic — did not carry the kind of sentences we see in modern courts. Officers at the scene would have processed McGuigan for impairment and laid charges, but the courts of that era often imposed sentences that, by today’s standards, seem remarkably lenient.

Herbert McGuigan pleaded not guilty. There was a trial in 1971. Alfred Vuozzo Senior had to sit in a courtroom and watch photographs of his dead daughter displayed as evidence.

McGuigan was convicted of dangerous operation of a motor vehicle.

He was sentenced to nine months in prison and a one-year driving ban.

Nine months. For the life of a nine-year-old girl.

The Vuozzos buried Kathy in the graveyard beside St. Mary’s Church in Montague, with a headstone that read: “Walk softly, a dream lies here.” Every time the family drove into town, they passed that cemetery.

Herbert McGuigan died in 1975.

But for the Vuozzo family, the accident did not end with the trial. It did not end with Herbert McGuigan’s death. It did not end at all.

CHAPTER TWO: A HOUSE OF MISERY

The death of Kathy Vuozzo changed her family in ways that would unfold over decades.

Alfred Senior developed severe depression. He was admitted multiple times to the psychiatric unit at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Charlottetown. Bernice developed what the family called “bad nerves” — anxiety and depression that never lifted. Both parents began drinking heavily. The arguments were constant.

Two-year-old Alfie grew up in this house.

“I grew up in a house, just misery,” he would say years later, at his sentencing hearing. “All the drinking, the fighting, the sickness. There wasn’t a second of happiness.”

At school, Alfie didn’t make friends. He failed Grade 1. By junior high, he was sick of it. He failed Grade 8 twice and dropped out at fifteen. He started drinking, using solvents, smoking pot. And when he was seventeen, marijuana triggered what a psychiatrist would later describe as a toxic panic attack. Whatever it was, it changed him. He gave up smoking — but he could never shake the feeling that the damage had already been done.

He worked as a carpenter’s assistant, in a fish plant, on a road crew. He lived for a time with a woman in Halifax, but never married. He received sporadic psychiatric treatment. He was put on antidepressants.

He had no close friends. When a psychiatrist asked him who his best friend was, he said it was his dog.

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Investigators and mental health professionals would later describe Vuozzo as a man with a mixed personality disorder — schizoid traits that made him socially awkward and isolative, and obsessive-compulsive traits that made him rigid, moralistic, and unable to let go of perceived injustices. That’s a dangerous combination. A person who broods obsessively, who lacks social connections and empathy, who fixates on a single grievance for decades — that person is a pressure cooker.

As the years passed, Alfie Vuozzo’s world narrowed around one idea. That his sister’s death had been an injustice. That the McGuigan family had never been held accountable. And that someone needed to make it right.

He spoke about it constantly. His mother, Bernice, told investigators her son was obsessed with Kathy’s death. His brother Jeremy and Jeremy’s wife, Nicole, heard Alfred talk about wanting revenge against the McGuigans. Not once or twice. Repeatedly. Over years.

Nicole Peters-Vuozzo would later describe Alfie to investigators:

“Even before I met him I remember Jeremy saying, ‘My brother is a little odd, you’ll know when you meet him.’ He just didn’t seem like he could read social cues, you know? He’d laugh inappropriately, sometimes at the wrong time or just like, just different.”

In 2009, Alfie got into a confrontation at his job with the Department of Transportation and Public Works. A co-worker named David McGuigan — whom Alfie believed to be a relative of the family — had been, in Alfie’s opinion, bullying him. There was a physical altercation. The co-worker was suspended for three days. Alfie got a written reprimand.  All because this person had the last name of McGuigan.

That incident fed his obsession. He added it to his list of grievances — alongside the 1970 crash, and an incident roughly twenty years earlier when his mother had an altercation with a McGuigan family member at a local Legion dance.

Alfie did not know Brent or Brendon McGuigan personally. He had never met them. He simply knew they were related to Herbert McGuigan — the man whose truck had killed his sister.

That was enough.

CHAPTER THREE: CASING THE HOUSE

In the years before the killings, Alfie had been making quiet inquiries. He found out where the McGuigans lived. He drove past the brown bungalow on St. Mary’s Road. Multiple times.  He was secretly stalking them.

Brent and Marie McGuigan had noticed a strange car lingering outside their house, they found fast-food wrappers scattered around the property. They didn’t know who it was. They didn’t know anyone named Vuozzo.

And each time, Alfie couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. Each time, he turned around and drove the twenty minutes back to his mother’s house in Lower Montague, feeling worse than before.

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This pattern of behaviour — repeatedly visiting a target location and then leaving — is consistent with someone who is planning a violent act but hasn’t yet overcome the final psychological barrier. It’s sometimes referred to as “a dry run” Each visit reinforces the plan, makes it more concrete, more likely to be carried out. If anyone had reported the suspicious vehicle and it had been traced to Vuozzo, police may have been able to intervene. 

Two days before the murders, Father Gerard Chaisson saw Alfie sitting alone in St. Mary’s Church in Montague, near the altar, where the sunlight comes in tinted blue by the stained glass. Father Chaisson was on his way to a funeral and didn’t have time to stop.

“I wonder what was on his mind then,” Father Gerard would say later. “I suppose, if I let myself go, there might be some guilt. But I don’t want to go there.”

At the time of the killings, Alfie’s contract for his job as night watchman at the Montague marina had just expired. He was forty-six years old. Unemployed. Living with his mother. His best friend was his dog.

He told a forensic psychiatrist that the only way he would rest was to do it.

CHAPTER FOUR: THE AMBUSH

On the evening of August 20th, 2014, Alfred Vuozzo left his mother’s house in Lower Montague. He was carrying a .22 calibre pistol, two ammunition magazines, two boxes of ammunition, and a pair of black gloves.

He drove to the McGuigan residence on St. Mary’s Road.

He parked on the shoulder and walked up past the birch trees and dogwood bushes. He had worked himself into a rage. Through the kitchen window, he could see two men sitting and talking. Brent McGuigan was in his rocking chair. His son Brendon was with him.

Alfie had come to kill Brent McGuigan. He did not expect Brendon to be there.

The door was unlocked.

Alfie walked in, pulled the pistol from his jacket pocket, and opened fire.

He shot Brendon, the younger man first, then turned to the older man, Brent. When Brendon tried to get up, Alfie shot him again.  During the shooting, he changed magazines to make sure he had enough ammunition. Brendon was shot seven times. Brent was shot six times.

As the two men lay on the floor, Alfie spoke. He said words to the effect of: “I did this because of my dead sister. What your father did to my baby sister.”

Marie McGuigan was in the next room and heard the shots. She heard someone say the word “my sister.” When she came to the doorway, Alfie was standing there. He saw her.

He chose not to shoot her.

He would later tell police: “I could have smoked her, but I didn’t.”

Marie didn’t see him clearly. She heard a vehicle leaving. She called 911. She was very distraught. She told dispatchers there were two men in her house that had been shot.

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The crime scene told investigators this was not a random act. The shooter walked into an unlocked rural home, fired multiple rounds at two specific individuals, changed magazines mid-attack, spoke about a motive, and then left without harming the only witness. This was targeted. This was personal. And the words Marie McGuigan heard — about a sister — would become the thread that pulled the entire investigation together.

Kings District RCMP officers were dispatched at 9:16 p.m. Five officers entered the residence shortly after 9:35. Inside, they found two adult males lying on the floor, suffering from gunshot wounds. Shell casings were scattered across the floor. No firearm was located at the scene.

Family members and neighbours had already arrived. Some were attempting first aid. Paramedics came, but both men died before they could be transported to hospital.

Brendon McGuigan was thirty-nine years old. He drove a snowplow in winter and an asphalt truck in summer. He had three children. His wife Kim was pregnant with their fourth.

Brent McGuigan was sixty-eight. A father. A grandfather. A husband.

Both were gone.

CHAPTER FIVE: “I DID IT, I GOT THEM”

Alfie didn’t go home after the killings.

He drove around the eastern side of the Island for hours. He thought about killing himself. He stopped at an isolated cornfield outside of Montague — a place near a small pond where he used to go hunting — and buried the pistol in the corner of the field, among straw and debris. He hid the black gloves and remaining ammunition alongside it.

By midnight, he had driven to his brother Jeremy’s house in Stratford, just outside Charlottetown.

He told his brother: “I did it, I got them.”

Jeremy knew immediately what Alfred was talking about. Alfred had been speaking about seeking revenge against the McGuigan family for years. Now, it appeared, he had done it.

Alfie described how he’d gone into the McGuigan home and shot two men. He told Jeremy he still had firearms in his car. And as he left his brother’s residence, he said one more thing.

“I murdered two people tonight.”

After Alfred left, Jeremy Vuozzo and his wife Nicole called the RCMP.

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Jeremy Vuozzo’s call was the break in the case. At 1:30 a.m. on August 21st, members of the RCMP Major Crime Unit were gathered at the Montague Detachment being briefed when the call came in through dispatch. Suddenly, investigators had a suspect, a motive, and a direct admission. But they also knew the suspect was potentially still armed — which meant the arrest had to be handled carefully.

Police located Alfie’s residence in Lower Montague. His vehicle was parked at home. With information that he was potentially still armed, officers planned a high-risk arrest and obtained a warrant to enter the home.

At approximately 7:45 a.m. on August 21st, police arrived at the house. Alfie Vuozzo came outside and was arrested in the driveway. No incident.

He was given his Charter rights and cautioned. A Legal Aid lawyer attended the detachment and met with Alfie in person. And then, at approximately 10:55 a.m., Alfie sat down with an RCMP officer and gave a full statement.

He told them everything.

He described driving to the McGuigan house. Parking on the shoulder. Walking up to the residence. He said the door was unlocked, making it — his word — an “ambush.” He described shooting the younger man first, then turning to the older man. Changing magazines. The words he’d spoken as the men lay dying on the floor.

He told the officer he’d killed the two men to get revenge for the death of his sister, Kathy. He said he’d been suffering for forty-four years. He said: “The McGuigan family won’t suffer any worse than my own family has.”

He also said he wished he hadn’t done it. But if he’d backed out, he said, he would have felt like a coward.

After giving his statement, Alfie agreed to show police where he’d buried the weapon. He accompanied officers to the cornfield outside of Montague. The pistol was there. Exactly where he said it would be. Buried among straw and detritus alongside the gloves and the ammunition.

CHAPTER SIX: THE FAMILIES

Down the road from Brent and Marie McGuigan’s house, Kim McGuigan had been waiting for her husband Brendon to come home.

It had been an ordinary Wednesday. Kim and the children had gone to the doctor that morning for her prenatal exam — one more look at their unborn baby. Brendon had called her at the hospital, teasing her, making sure she hadn’t found out the sex. Of course not, she told him. She knew he liked the surprise.

All Brendon wanted to do was swing by his parents’ place to see how his father was making out with his backhoe. Their youngest daughter — who was about to turn three — had cried. She wanted to go too. To see her grandmother. To drink milk with Grammy. But Kim told Brendon to leave her home.

Brendon said “I won’t be long”.  He promised to take their daughter for a four-wheeler ride when he got back.

He never came back.

At about 9:30, Kim’s sister-in-law called. Rush over to Brendon’s parents’ house. Don’t bring the kids.

Kim dropped the children at a neighbour’s and sped down the road. She thought maybe Brendon had rolled his four-wheeler. She wondered how bad he was hurt, whether she’d need to take him to hospital.

But the four-wheeler was parked outside the house without a scratch on it. Her brother-in-law was standing on the porch with his arms wrapped around his head. Inside the kitchen, her sister-in-law Donna was covered in blood — frantically giving CPR to her father, then running over to Brendon.

Kim knelt down beside her husband on the floor.

“I held his hand and begged him to come back to me,” she said. “In my heart, I thought he could.”

An emergency-room nurse who lived nearby ran over to the house. She found Donna kneeling at her father’s head, covered in blood. Kim kneeling at Brendon’s head. When the resuscitation efforts were over, the nurse had to tell Kim her husband was gone.

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In cases of sudden, violent death, the ripple effect through a family and community is enormous. And the impact on first responders and neighbours who provide aid should not be underestimated. The people who entered that kitchen that day became witnesses to an act of extreme violence — and they will carry that experience with them forever.

The McGuigan family had no idea Alfie Vuozzo existed. They had no idea anyone harboured hatred toward them. Ivan McGuigan, Brent’s brother, said he’d even worked on a job once with Vuozzo’s father. The two of them got along fine.

Father Gerard Chiasson would later say “There were no tensions between the Vuozzo family and the McGuigan family,” He ministered to both families. “I believe the tensions were in his mind.”

Kim McGuigan would later say what many in the community were thinking. Some people called it a family feud. It was not a feud. They had no idea who Alfie was or what he looked like. She was certain Brendon had never even heard the story of the accident forty-four years ago.

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Four months after the murders, Kim delivered her fourth child. Another daughter. There were complications. Doctors nearly lost both of them.

“As I held her in my arms for the first time and looked into her innocent eyes, I could see Brendon,” Kim said. “I was so angry. He should have been with me.”

Kim sold the family’s house. Too lonely. Too sad. Too scared to live there alone. The family moved away from Montague.

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SENTENCING

On April 13th, 2015, the Supreme Court of Prince Edward Island convened in Charlottetown for the sentencing of Alfred Vuozzo.

Alfie had pleaded guilty in February. To the first-degree murder of Brent McGuigan and the second-degree murder of Brendon McGuigan. First degree, because the killing of Brent had been planned and premeditated. Second degree, because Brendon’s death — while intentional — had not been planned in advance. Alfie hadn’t expected him to be there.

The guilty plea was significant. The Defence counsel argued it should be treated as a mitigating factor. The Crown attorney acknowledged its value, but pointed out the evidence against Alfie was overwhelming. Justice Gordon Campbell, though, noted something important: much of that evidence had come from Alfie’s own admissions. Without his confession to Jeremy, and without his full statement to police, the Crown’s case would have been far more difficult to build.

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A guilty plea in a double murder case is always significant from an investigative standpoint. It spares the victims’ families from reliving the crime through a potentially lengthy trial. It also represents a definitive resolution — no ambiguity about guilt. For investigators who’d worked the case from that first 911 call, the guilty plea would have brought some measure of closure. 

The courtroom was tense. Family members filed in to deliver their impact statements.

Kim McGuigan, Brendon’s wife, filed two statements. They gave a glimpse of Brendon — his warmth, his kindness, his life as a father and husband. The couple used to joke about what they’d be doing when they were ninety. Now their fourth child would never see her father. And he would never see her.

Marie McGuigan, who’d been in the house when it happened, read her statement. A part of her had died with them that night, she said. And even in her grief, she prayed for others to find strength. To find some peace with it.

And then Marie did something remarkable. She asked the judge if she could speak directly to Alfie.

She wanted to know if Brent had been sitting in his rocking chair when he died.

Alfie told her he was.

“I wish you changed your mind,” Marie said.

“I should have,” Alfie replied.

“Did they say anything?” she asked.

“No,” Alfie said. The only voice he’d heard was hers. “You said, ‘What are you guys talking about out there?’ And I was standing there.”

He told Marie he’d chosen not to kill her, since she was a woman.

At that point, Allan McGuigan — Marie’s last living son — stood up in the courtroom and shouted at Alfie.  Allan was removed from the courtroom.

Donna McGuigan Rain, Brent’s daughter, was tearful while reading her statement. She spoke of the sadness and anger and hatred she carried, and how much it scared her.

Justice Campbell’s decision came down to two questions. First: what period of parole ineligibility should apply to the second-degree murder conviction? And second: should those periods be served concurrently — at the same time — or consecutively — one after the other?

The Crown had asked for consecutive periods of twenty-five years each. That would mean Alfie wouldn’t be eligible for parole for fifty years. At forty-six years old, he’d be ninety-six before he could even apply.

The defence argued for concurrent sentences. With first-degree murder carrying a mandatory twenty-five-year parole ineligibility, and the default for second-degree being ten years, the defence position would have meant Alfie could apply for parole at age seventy-one.

Justice Campbell considered both positions carefully. He reviewed new provisions of the Criminal Code which had come into force in December 2011. For the first time in Canadian law, those provisions allowed consecutive periods of parole ineligibility for multiple murders.

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Section 745.51 was relatively new at the time. It had only been applied in two other Canadian cases — the Baumgartner case in Alberta and the Bourque case in New Brunswick. Justice Campbell was charting relatively new legal territory. His decision would contribute to the developing case law on how courts should balance denunciation and deterrence against the totality principle — the idea that a combined sentence should not be unduly long or harsh.

The judge was clear about something. The sentence for murder is life imprisonment. Not twenty-five years. Life. A person sentenced to life does not automatically walk free when their period of parole ineligibility expires. They become eligible to apply for parole. And of all applications for parole, fewer than thirty percent of inmates are ever granted full parole. For someone convicted of multiple murder, parole is rare.

Justice Campbell considered whether a fifty-year period of ineligibility — the Crown’s position — would be unduly long or harsh. Apart from the unlikelihood that Alfie would live to ninety-six, the judge found that such a sentence would virtually eliminate any hope. It would cross the line from retribution into vengeance.

He also considered whether concurrent sentences — the defence’s position — would be just. He concluded they would not. A sentence of twenty-five years’ ineligibility, regardless of how many years were attached to the second-degree conviction, failed to acknowledge the loss of two lives. It failed to account for the brutality of what had been done.

So Justice Campbell imposed a sentence of life imprisonment for each conviction, to be served concurrently. But the periods of parole ineligibility would be served consecutively. Ten years for the second-degree murder of Brendon McGuigan, followed by twenty-five years for the first-degree murder of Brent McGuigan.

Thirty-five years before Alfred Vuozzo could apply for parole. He would be eighty-one years old.

Justice Campbell quoted the Supreme Court of Canada. Retribution, unlike vengeance, incorporates a principle of restraint. It requires the imposition of a just and appropriate punishment — and nothing more.

As Alfie  was being led out of the courtroom, he erupted.

He shouted at the McGuigan family: “You’ve sentenced me to life and I sent them to death.”

He screamed profanities at the families of the men he had murdered as he was taken away.

The forensic psychiatrist who’d assessed Alfie had found that he showed no genuine remorse for the killings. He continued to feel justification for what he’d done, rationalizing it by telling himself his sister would have wanted him to.

Even at the end — standing in a courtroom where widows and children had wept and begged to understand why their loved ones were taken from them — Alfred Vuozzo’s obsession had not loosened its grip.

EPILOGUE

Brent McGuigan was sixty-eight years old. He was sitting in his rocking chair, talking with his son, on a warm August evening. He had nothing to do with a car accident that happened in 1970. He didn’t know Alfred Vuozzo. He didn’t know anyone was watching his house. He didn’t know the door should have been locked.

Brendon McGuigan was thirty-nine. He had three children and a fourth on the way. He’d stopped by his parents’ house on his way home — just for a few minutes, to see how his father’s backhoe was coming along. He’d promised his little girl a four-wheeler ride when he got back.

Neither of them had ever heard of the Vuozzo family.

Marie McGuigan lost her husband and her son in the same moment, in the same room, in her own home. She heard the shots. She came to the doorway. She found them on the floor.

Kim McGuigan lost her husband and her father-in-law. She raised four children — the youngest of whom would never know her father. She left the community where she’d built her life.

Bernice Vuozzo, Alfred’s mother, sold the family’s grey bungalow near St. Mary’s Church and could not bear to speak about her son. Father Gerard Chaisson, who ministered to both families, continued to serve at St. Mary’s in Montague — where Kathy Vuozzo is buried in the yard — and at St. Paul’s in the countryside, where Brendon and Brent McGuigan are buried side by side. At the end of the road that leads to the house where they died.

What happened on St. Mary’s Road was not a feud. It was not two families at war. It was one man, consumed by a grief that calcified into obsession, who decided that two people he had never met should pay for a tragedy that occurred before he was old enough to remember it.

The Crown prosecutor called it the worst crime in Island history. Justice Campbell called it an act of hatred and misdirected vengeance. But perhaps the most honest words came from Ivan McGuigan, Brent’s brother, who had known the Vuozzo family. Who, twenty years earlier, had been struck in the face by Alfred’s mother at a Legion dance and thought nothing of it.

“He got screwed up,” Ivan said. He wished the Vuozzo family had told someone when Alfred started obsessing about revenge.

Alfred Vuozzo is serving a life sentence with no eligibility for parole until 2049.

Kathy Vuozzo’s headstone still stands in the churchyard in Montague. Walk softly, it says. A dream lies here.

Brent and Brendon McGuigan deserve to be remembered. Not as victims of a grudge they never knew existed. But as the men they were — a father and son, sitting together in a kitchen on a summer evening, in a place they had every reason to believe was safe.

This episode was written, researched and produced by me, Ryan Dell.  If this is your first time listening, and you like what you heard, please take a moment to give me a 5-star review.  It helps the podcast grow and helps other people find these amazing stories.  

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https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=47oVwXrmk7w&t=123s

CanLii - R. v. Vuozzo 2015 PESC 14

CanLii - VUOZZO v. McGUIGAN

CBC News – Alfred Guy Vuozzo sentenced to life for double murder at emotional hearing, April 13, 2015

Huffington Post - Father-Son Killer Alfred Vuozzo Shows No Remorse: 'I Sent Them To Death' – April 14, 2015

CBC News - Alfred Vuozzo made 'inculpatory statement' in double murder – October 9, 2014

The National Post – The Monster of Montague – June 19, 2015