HAPPENSTANCE: 27) SPOOKY STORIES

Fiction... or Fact?

By the time April 29th rolls around a week after arriving in Death Valley, I am trim, lean and probably in the best physical shape of my entire life—my senses on heightened alert.

The same lanky gentleman who took my reservation eight days earlier finds my pre-paid booking in his computer and registers me as a guest.

I’d already figured out where the inn’…