Gone at Midnight: The Mysterious Death of Elisa Lam

by Jake Anderson

Even before things went sour from the economic downturn, the Cecil seemed like a magnet for troubled minds scraping against an indifferent universe.

“Oh fuck you, God!” I yelled with a chortle of rage. Nothing infuriates me more than when I am sabotaged by my own erratic behavior, which is God’s fault, of course.