<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Holy crap.  You're not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>

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<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I'm not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>

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<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>

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<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we're nuts. </p>

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<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>

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<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>

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<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>

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<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a "cy" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>

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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: large;">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a "What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!" moment.</span></span></strong></p>

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<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with an attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>

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<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the hot and excited girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>

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<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen "activity".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can't tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>

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<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asy</p>

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