An evening in New Orleans isn’t complete without a ghost story or vampire visit, or maybe even a voodoo ritual or two. And while the brightly lit streets and revelry may keep these inhabitants of the night at bay when the sun goes down on Bourbon Street, there...
The lever drops–crystals of sodium cyanide fall into a pail of sulfuric acid below. A smell, harsh, like bitter almonds, rises from the hydrogen cyanide gas that forms and wafts out. Holding your breath will only help for a minute or two, just long enough for...
Many people visit historic sites with the hope of finding ghosts. I don’t. However, I’ve always been envious of others who walk around a centuries old room on tours, let their fingers linger on a few of the do-not-touch pieces, nod, and say with...
