Instead of watching the sunset at the hilltop of the Piazzale Michelangelo and tasting the fluffiness of homemade gnocchi, I am now writing this on my fourth day of self-quarantine in my Staten Island home, because of the COVID-19 outbreak.
Haunted houses are a hotbed for goose bumps, scares and a weird sense of claustrophobia, despite not seeing who or what is rubbing up against the victim. For thrill seekers,…
