The Ghost Hunters

Miss Molly's Hotel, you know the one... right above Lola's Saloon
One of the most haunted sites in the state
Paranormal research groups from everywhere come to check this shit out
Even Texas Christian University has a PRS, hmmm... who'd a thunk it
Seems kinda like an oxymoron to me... at the very least hypocritical

We venture out in to the street, eerie, almost full moon hanging in the sky
The abandoned Isis Theater standing there inviting me in
We wander the Stockyards, almost abandoned on a tuesday night, but the only ghosts I see are imprints. The kind the human spirit leaves in its wake after the human is long gone... nothing frightening about that

So tired now, a little dinner and a single beer has dampened my need to seek out Jake, the specter cowboy who apparently lives in the room two doors over from mine
We fall asleep. It's a fitful, unrestful slumber. Periods of REM followed by a jolt awake for no seemingly good reason
Now as I again open my eyes, pale morning light hovering in the room, Erin loudly whispers in a panic, "Kari, are you awake? Did you hear that?"
I heard it, I'd been hearing it now for the past 15 minutes but had decided sleep was more important
"What is it?" She asks urgently
"A pigeon?" I blurted out all the while thinking that it sounded like the apparition, Jake, having one hell of a time.... the place was once a brothel, you know
Hmmm.... what does a ghostly orgasm sound like?

Nine AM rolled around so I found my way into the small kitchen where Erin was sitting with Polly, the Innkeeper
Conversations about living in a haunt all alone and comparison of a few notes over small bumps in the night
Interesting.... but not anything too incredible
Another night in the life
Next time we'll break into the Isis, at least there we're bound to get a little fright