The Marriott, a dead body, and me . . .

Author’s note: Be sure to check out my related zombie article here. Like all ghost stories, this one begins with a curse. But not just any ordinary curse. This one involves nasal congestion, insomnia, and the love of Jane Austen-like mini series. Oh . . . and a dead body. Sleep had eluded me forContinue reading “The Marriott, a dead body, and me . . .”