Disturbing News
This is an excerpt from the Cover Story:
DELIVER US FROM EVIL,
An Interview with Charlie Monroe by Seraphine Nikolita.
WORLD NEWS IN REVIEW (WNIR)
15 January 2026
WNIR: So, these were the first Yukon attacks?
Charlie: In Whitehorse proper, yes. The very first attacks were actually in a small artist community on the way to Carmacks. Up at Lake Laberge. Two nights before Whitehorse.
WNIR: Artist community?
Charlie: Yah. A group of nine. Called themselves Artists, and a few of them were pretty good. They were also minimalists. We would see them every couple of weeks when they came in for supplies. Bartlett Houshaw had been a successful Real Estate Attorney in Colorado and decided to take his money and relocate as far north as possible. A group of his friends took up with him, and they built a community about twenty-five miles out of town. Bartlett wanted to be a minimalist, but he still wanted the fringe benefits of civilization. Literally fringe. So, they set up shop on some really pretty property on Lake Laberge, just northwest of Whitehorse.
WNIR: Nine people died two days before the Whitehorse attacks began? I don't recall any news of that massacre.
Charlie: Hmm. We hadn't gotten a chance to report it yet. Hell, we ended up never reporting it once the events in Whitehorse started. It became an afterthought. It was just like Whitehorse, but on a much smaller scale. But it was still gruesome. We documented as much as we could the first day and went back Thursday to finalize the forensics. It was late, and I told myself not to ruin everyone's evening, so I'd order up a presser the following morning. Then the Whitehorse attacks start. After the second night of Whitehorse, I put two and two together and believe that the artist's episode was actually the first.
I didn't place it that first night in Whitehorse because I was blank. Numb. I just couldn't comprehend losing 47 of our town people in one evening. When we lost more than six hundred on the second evening, my senses started to return.
WNIR: What happened in Carmacks?
Charlie: Not in Carmacks, a community between Whitehorse and Carmacks on Lake Laberge.
WNIR: Charlie, can you tell me about the nine on Lake Laberge?
Charlie: Well, I had just come in for the morning, and pouring my first coffee when a 911 phone call came in. Sergeant Ichara answered and by her expression, you could immediately tell it was a hysterical phone call. So I moved over and switched on the speaker, and a female voice was yelling, "Let go Mickey, Mickey, MICCKKEEYY.....Oh my god you gotta HELLLPP....AAHHHH!" and the line went dead. Ichara just stared at me, and to be honest, I can't tell you what expression I had. It was an unnerving few seconds. So, I yelled for a source and the number came up as Michael and Beatrice Hollander. Part of the Howshaw artist community.
So Ichara and I headed out to Howshaw's. Bert and Linson's orders were to follow ASAP as backup........Dawn came as we ran out of Whitehorse, and there was half-decent light by the time we got back to their places. We arrived siren wailing, lights blaring and stopped just outside the first of the five houses. Neither of us knew which one the call came from, but we noticed the front right window was destroyed, so something had happened there.
We got out and armed ourselves and went toward the house, calling for anybody. We yelled who we were and ordered the immediate surrender of anybody listening. NOTHING. Dead silence greeted us as we moved to the front door. We broke into a large open area, kitchen to the right, and a ladder to a loft. Two mutilated bodies were in the room. One was at the foot of the ladder, hands still clasping the wood. It looked like they had tried to climb away from their attacker and had been drug back down. It was tough to tell where their head and chest came together. (Charlie chokes a little). The other was in a heap on the left wall. Blood and hair with the smell of excrement surrounding it. Ichara threw up almost immediately, so I quickly backed us out of the house. There was no help for either of them.
(At this point, Charlie puts his head into his hands and drifts off for a moment.)
WNIR: And the rest?
Charlie: The same. All the same. Beatrice's hand still held the phone from the 911 call. But they were on the other side of the cabin from her body......Most of them looked like they had grabbed and held a land mine as it exploded. Words can't describe the brutality.
WNIR: The stories that follow in Whitehorse and other parts of Canada have opened the world's eyes to this new horror called the Wolt. Yet here you are, walking into this horrible scenario for the very first time; what is running through your mind as you started assessing the crime scene?
Charlie: My first thoughts were........first thoughts.........I wanted to believe it was a pack of rabid dogs or wolves or even a crazed Grizzly, but the way the cabins were broken into and the quickness of the murders, it had to be human. No animal could stalk, attack, kill and retreat with that kind of planning. And when I thought about what type of human or humans it would take to do what I saw, I really didn't want to comprehend it.
You've got to understand that I saw what the Taliban can do when I was in the Afghan War. So, I have BEEN shocked and indoctrinated into the savage part of humanity. And I was the guy that tracked down Calla Pierre Javier and found his 'trophy' room, so as the old radio show says, 'Who knows what evil lurks within the heart of man.'
And as we started to document the crime scene and speculating on the perps for the crime was it human or a crazed animal? Neither option made sense.
WNIR: Had you heard any other stories or rumors about this type of attack before?
Charlie: No. Nothing like this. Like I said earlier, we were getting ready to go public after Thursday. The crime scene photos and the map had made it to Edmonton, and there was a forensic team being sent in that Friday. When we woke to Day One of Whitehorse, our focus changed. The artists became an afterthought.
WNIR: And so, the world was introduced to the Wolt.
Charlie: Yah. And we’ve been running ever since.