The haunting of Twain Hart Cabin.

I have a slight obsession with ghosts.

I don't really ever want to run into one or have one haunt me or anything. But I am fascinated by the idea of them.

For the record: I do believe in ghosts but I don't believe in aliens.

My parents have a house they call a "cabin" in Twain Hart, about an hour north of Yosemite. The cabin is haunted. Which I find both thrilling and terrifying.

One of the first times I ever went there, I was talking to my mom as she stood on the stairs. In a pause between words, there was a loud whisper. What was that? we both asked.

I'd like to say I got goosebumps or that the air went cold, but it didn't. A million rational ways to explain it all? Probably. It was the middle of the day, and the idea that a real-life (ahem) ghost lived in the cabin was just too much to hope for. You understand there's a certain romance in this.

My mom goes up to the cabin alone quite often, and since then she's had several odd experiences, all auditory, all difficult to explain. Also, once a bat got in the house, but that's not ghostly. Just a nice detail.

My mom does not tell anyone about these things and has forbidden me from mentioning them to my younger siblings. She doesn't want to ruin the cabin for them or scare them out of going there. Apparently there's no worry about ruining the cabin for me.

Two weeks ago my mom was at the cabin with her sister. The morning after the first night, my aunt asked if there were ghosts in the cabin. My mom said nothing. My aunt described hearing whispering/murmuring, but tried to up sell it by comparing it to the sound of "angels' wings."

This week my mom was there alone. She heard the whispering again.

Just angels' wings, I'm sure.