On Sunday, December 6 2009, my daughters and I accompanied my mother and my two brothers to San Bernardino's Calico Ghost Town. It was a warm day despite the season and everything was already decorated for the upcoming Christmas.
It was a little boring, but we did have a good time. We visited gifts shops, museums, old but restored buildings, and we rode their touring railroad from which we learn the story behind the town (plus interesting facts like marked spots on the rocky mountains where silver can still be found!).
Before the day was over, we drove to the cabin my brother rented. Once there we rode my brother's two quads, had a barbeque, and finally settled down to sleep. The cabin had several bunk beds but since I forgot to bring blankets and pillows, I took two mattresses and made a temporary bed on the floor which I share with my mother. My girls shared a bunk bed that was placed next to a beautiful stained-glass window (the only one there).
Later in the night, I'm not quite sure at what time maybe around 3 or 4, my eldest, Sharon, got up frightened that she heard whisperings next to her ear and slipped into bed next to me, followed by her sister claiming to have herd the voices as well (though not by her ear). I remember smelling cooking meat when Sharon settled next to me and I thought that was weird. No one was cooking that late at night, our cabin was quite separated from the others around so it couldn't have been neighbors. My brother was sleepwalking, tripping over people (he has never sleepwalked in his life!). My sister in law had horrible night terrors where she thought she was awake -maybe she was- and screamed from fright at a monster climbing the ceiling. She said she was yelling for by brother who never responded to her call.
All in all, it was quite an experience. Interestingly, part of the town had burned down and I wonder now if the smell was that of burning flesh of some poor unfortunate fire victim! Read my next paranormal accounts that followed this night titled, The Uninvited Follower.