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," but still. They're intense.
And though I may be rich with travel drama, what I'd never experienced were travel ghost stories — at least not until a recent trip to Montana. I was staying at the Ranch at Rock Creek, about 30 minutes outside a small town called Philipsburg and only 30 minutes from the Granite Ghost Town State Park, one of Montana's over 100 real-life preserved ghost towns.
Now, I'm not exactly what you would call a "believer." Most of the time I try not to think about what happens after death, but if pressed, I would probably put my money on ghosts as myth. But if anyone's going to do some haunting, it would be out there, at that remote property where almost all the wall space was filled with old portraits of miners and homesteaders who settled in the region throughout the mid-19th century, seeking wealth, land, and maybe even blood . . . ? |
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