Night of Living the Dead

Fifteen minutes ago got an email that said this:

"Thought you'd be interested in this article on some guy's stay at an infamous local-area Boston establishment."

It included a link which led to this.

It is a two-part story about a night in a bed & breakfast in the house where a lady lost her head, then her parents did too.

The story comes with photos, including this:

And a paragraph deep near the end that says this:

"I’m actually in Lizzie Borden’s room right now writing this one lone paragraph. I’m at a facsimile of her writing desk, in the exact spot where she kept her original writing desk, my posterior falling through a flimsy antique chair. My girlfriend is about to try on what is purported to be one of her dresses. When I write the rest of this article, I’ll stick this paragraph in it, hopefully somehow creatively. And without editing a single word. As a result, in a way this is the worst paragraph in the article because it lacks any art of composition. In another, it’s the best, because these words are literally being formed at the place they are describing. Between you and me, I wish I was more creeped out. And I mean by the room...not for the fact of photographing my girlfriend in a dead girl’s dress. I like that. I’d write more but I’m beat from a dragged-out séance. Oh, and if you’re from the B&B, we never did that thing I’m about to write about with the dress, regardless of the pictures I may or may not include in this article. If you’re just a reader, though, we totally did it. I’m definitely going to edit this paragraph."