Excited, I hop off the window seat, dash across the room, and leap atop the citrus-scented laundry abandoned for yoga thirty minutes ago. The midnight cherry-wood sleigh bed screeches with a slight bump against the wall with my plummet. Lying on my belly, I inhale the calming bergamot fragrance in silent repose, listening to the room"s vibrations. I sit upright, sift through the heap, shake out wrinkles, and fold my clothes. How will my roomies respond to a week-long stay in New Orleans? Weary with cabin fever, they will jump at the opportunity for fun before their upcoming assignments. Will they question the last-minute notice? Although they know of my paranormal experience in Natchez, I can’t tell them I’m fleeing noises in my head.
Of my three roommates, Stacy and Mitchell were the mos
