Up in the high desert town of Prescott–which is not pronounced how it looks, and God help you if you get it wrong–there is a ghost. Well, actually, there are two ghosts. One of them is a biter.
This is the story of Hotel Vendome. Come for the ghost, stay for the ice cream fort, Woodville and Egbert, where is Tombstone?, T.B. or not T.B., and living a life with no vowels.