The Wind Phone
My Night With A Vampire
Sadly, it didn’t end with an interview
When I was working in New York in my 20s, I had a role at a publishing house that required a fair amount of travel. I was young, single, and broke, so the prospect of staying at nice hotels and eating good food on the company’s dime was extremely appealing.
This was before corporations used sophisticated budget software that would signal to them that this was not the best use of money. Today, I can guarantee no such travel accommodations are made for people on the lower rungs of the corporate ladder.
I had a great time traveling for the most part, as I got to explore different cities and meet other young people doing the same job. One trip took me to New Orleans — a place I had never been to but was eager to visit. There was something so alluring and otherworldly about it, plus I had never spent time in the South.
Before I left on this particular trip, I had a very strange conversation with one of my close friends. She told me she was talking to her psychic about me going to New Orleans (this must have been during one of her boring stages of life), and the psychic issued a cryptic, foreboding warning about going to the Big Easy. She said something about how there’s dark energy in the city, it’s not a safe place…
