It’s witching hour deep in the Nevada desert. The time of night when ghosts and demons are most likely to appear. I’m standing torch in hand in an eerie, dark bedroom of the self-proclaimed “most haunted motel in America”, trying to glimpse the paranormal in action.
“Can you feel that cold air?” says Christopher Alefeld, my ghost-hunting guide for the night. “You can feel it in some of the rooms. It just feels different. More tense.”
