Every hotel in Arizona, it seems, has that one room in their availability that they’re famous for… the one room that guests swear they can hear the sobs of an unseen woman coming from.  The one room where things that go bump in the night materialize, manifest and become real.  What someone thinks they see in the corner of their eye, and then disappears when they face it head on, thrives in the shadows, existing in the realm of the subliminal.


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