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When we drive through Fort Clinch State Park, we often see a car hastily parked alongside the road and the passengers out on the shoulder looking at “something.” And more often than not, that somet

I have always liked to stay in “haunted” hotels, mostly because they have a lot of history, if not real ghosts.

I was in the middle of putting new sheets on the bed, one of our cat Dumela’s favorite things. She loves hiding under the sheets as I make the bed. But this time, I had to abandon our game midway.