It was about 5 a.m. when the ghost started haunting Ashley Park. She was straight off a much-delayed flight from Los Angeles and eager to finally get some sleep in her Manhattan hotel room. Alas, the supernatural world had other plans.
The door suddenly swung open on its own, making the actor bolt upright in bed. "I don't even believe in this stuff!" Ashley laughs later that day when we meet for fettuccine, fries, and espresso martinis—the "comfort food" she needs. "I swear something was there. It scared the crap out of me."
That's saying something, because at this point, you'd think it would take a lot to frighten Ashley. |
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