When James Kennedy murdered his first-wife (allegedly, by Deanonly) he replaced her with his 14-year-old nanny. They had a daughter they named Aimee. Aimee got religion early and preached fire and brimstone to her dolls, as you do. She soon shed farm life and a Mr. McPherson to found the world's first megachurch in the heart of Los Angeles decadence. Then she disappeared.

Katie got it first, a weird tick with her chin she couldn’t explain or control. Then Laurie, then Chelsea, then five more, then ten more. An epidemic of strange behavior hit the kids of Leroy Junior Senior High School. The case became a national cause celebre even more baffling than the name of their school.

It seemed like a straight-up double homicide - two bodies at the river's edge, killed while late night trysting in early 1960s Sydney. But if it was murder, why was there no sign of it? After a year of intense investigation, authorities could still not determine what had killed the victims, let alone who.

The dire wolf was not just a CGI co-star on Game of Thrones. It was an apex predator until 10,000 years ago when they became extinct. Until now. A bioscience company in Texas says they have rewritten the genetic code of a gray wolf to give birth to three dire wolves. Next up: the wooly mammoth.

When police found Ricky McCormick's body dumped in a field they discovered two odd notes in his pocket. The jumble of numbers and letters made no sense. The FBI was convinced it was a cipher - but the best code breakers in the world have never solved it. Who killed Ricky? And what the hell is in those cryptic notes?

Three kids playing football in their rural West Virginia town in 1952 saw a bright light flash across the sky and, they thought, crash into a neighbor's farm. Quickly a little group gathered to bravely trek into the woods. Something with bright red eyes, a strage spade-shaped head and a metal apron floated down the hill toward them and into UFO history. What was the Flatwoods Monster?

You might call it dumb, but let's call it poor judgment. This week in weird news we highlight some very poor decisions. Things like do-it-yourself cryogenics, surgeons that did not put sticky notes on the organs they were supposed to remove, people who start a war with raccoons, and so much more.

Thanks to photoshop, the only limit on how we can mess with pictures is our imagination. But back in the 19th century, William H. Mumler began capturing people in his family portraits that had never been inside his studio - at least not while they were alive.