Spooky Stories from the Lone Star State

There was no electricity in the upstairs of the grand old house. There we sat, my friend and I, cross-legged on the bare wooden floor. We were the only two people in that portion of the house. The three women downstairs were busy watching the monitors of the infrared cameras.

“Is there anybody here who would like to communicate?” I intoned into the darkness. The headphones attached to the parabolic microphone were beginning to make my ears sweat. It was only my second ghost investigation, and I was still a little nervous. What would I do if I heard a voice?

“Can you give us a sign that you are here?” my friend asked the spirit that was reportedly haunting this house. I was so heavily into trying to pick up a sound, any sign of a ghost, that when I got it, I just about jumped out of my skin…