I went ghost hunting

My mother, a literal witch, entertained me with stories of fighting evil covens, hunting ghosts, and summoning demons during her youth in the bayous of Louisiana. Then, in high school, I met my best friend, who loved the macabre even more than I did. So it only makes sense that we would one day take an adventure or two to brush with the unknown during our untethered college years. It was our first weekend together ever. This was at some point in mid-2008, as I was living in an off-campus apartment, but my dad's company had not yet laid him off. We had a full suite of activities, but chief among them was a ghost hunt we planned to the Sam Houston Memorial Museum. The neat thing about the museum, located across the street from campus, was that several of the old buildings that had been important to Sam Houston's life had been relocated to the museum grounds. According to the haunting archive from Shadowlands.net, there had been paranormal activity at two of the buildings: the Woodland…