The roadside motel hums under a neon glow. Inside, the air hangs heavy, faintly sweet and metallic. After hours on the interstate, a traveler sinks into a bed where the mattress sags, the frame feeling heavier than it should. Sleep is a restless tide, pulling you under and pushing you back.
This is not a ghost story. It’s a documented pattern of events that surfaced in the late nineteen nineti...
