As we prepared to leave Houston (Willowbrook area) to go to Hallettsville, TX, approximately 2 hours away, I turned to my sister with my heart pounding and said, “I have a bad feeling about this.” Usually my bad feelings lead to some disaster and I wasn’t happy. She turned to me with her trademark smirkContinue reading “Ghost Hunt #2: The Jail of Horror”
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And Yet...She Persisted 