by Linda Aksomitis
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...
by Linda Aksomitis
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... 
