This post is for the Twitter folks that wanted to see what my creepy hotel room looked like.
The following pictures were taken in my hotel room in the Wyoming dessert, during an ominous January storm.
I’m fairly certain that not everyone who has entered this room has lived to tell the tale.
During my stay, I woke in the middle of the night to unidentifiable sounds, only to have an inexplicable wave of fear wash over me. It occurred to me, more than once, that this is the sort of room that one might go to consider shooting oneself in the face. I stayed in this room for three nights. On the third night, I found an old, bloody bandage underneath my bed. Kinda made the Luminol jokes on day one seem slightly less funny.