Not to brag, but I have so many travel horror stories you'd think my life was written by Mike White. None have culminated in a resort-wide shoot-out like in "The White Lotus" season three, but they're still intense — from getting stuck in Dallas for three days because of a freak windstorm, to making an emergency landing when our pilot suffered a heart attack and died midair. But, while I'm rich with travel drama, I'd never experienced travel ghost stories — at least not until a recent trip to Montana. I was staying at The Ranch at Rock Creek, an all-inclusive luxury ranch in the western part of the state, when my fellow travelers went around the dinner table one night sharing the spine-tingling tales of their own close encounters with ghosts. I sat there trying to appear unfazed as they recounted sightings — and, in one case, even a physical altercation — with specters and phantoms around the world. I don't believe in ghosts, I thought to myself. They're just being silly. But that night I went back to my cabin with a knot in the pit of my stomach. I descended the stairs into my basement room, nervously eyeing every doorway and closet, flinching at every creak and moan. It was dead silent for miles, nothing but the almost imperceptible sound of snowfall, which hadn't stopped since we'd arrived 36 hours before. |
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