<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 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 our ghostly 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 drove and started freaking out as we schlepped 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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