There I was, sitting alone in a darkened hotel room, hoping that something terrifying would jump out of a corner. Was that a shadow of a tree branch in the window, I asked myself, or a ghost?
As I walked the courtyard of the historic building, I peered into every corner, really getting myself into a spooky mindset to fit not just the Halloween season but the perfectly old setting of Santa Barbara. I wasn’t just trying to find something spooky. I wanted to be scared down to my bones. The dark was immense, with shadows lurking at every turn. Then I looked up and saw what I swear to you looked exactly like a glowing face in a tree.