"A ghost story? Are you serious?" Anna asked her editor.
I'm very serious, Anna. It's the perfect story to start our upcoming series on this growing phenomenal with paranormal activity," Jason Anderson nodded. "Stories about the Stanley Hotel, the Breckenridge Bed and Breakfast, and that old, dilapidated wreck in Durango. The Stuart Arms up in Shale City has gotten quite a bit of attention, as has the hotel in Manitou Springs. You remember the name of that place?"
Anna Washington stood in front of her editor, hands on her hips and a definite scowl on her face. A ghost story? While she had told her editor she certainly wanted to get out of town for a few days, having just come out of a failed relationship with her former boyfriend, James Cooper, she wasn't sure this was exactly the answer she been looking for. She and James had been dating for four years and were just getting serious when he, as a personal trainer at the local gym, had grown increasingly obsessed with appearances and had succumbed to not only his own vanity, but also the temptations of hot, sweating, and curvaceous bodies at work.
Still, Shale City, less than a bit over an hour to the southwest of Breckenridge, one of Colorado's most famous ski destinations, second only after Vail, was nothing to scoff at she drove the interstate over the foothills of west of Denver and into the Arapahoe National Forest, heading toward Breckenridge.
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