The Vacation Home

Many years ago a friend I worked with had a brother with a vacation home in the mountains near Soda Springs. It was a community of homes with a forest behind that was owned by PG&E, our power company. I went with them to spend a weekend and my friend and I slept in the loft. This house was a typical A-frame style and a large wooden beam ran between the beds. I just could not get comfortable that night and I started to shake uncontrolably. Finally I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. I mentioned this to my friend in the morning and she told me she hates sleeping up there because she could hear something pounding on the beam the last time she was there.

A little later my friend and I, along with another woman from work, went to the home for the weekend. There was a room with the deck furniture stored and we got some out. That night after we all went to bed, I could hear what sounded like whispers. I was more concerned that we had left the outside door to this room open and some people had come in. (There were some crazy people up there causing trouble before we got there.)
I sat up in bed, terrified that my friends were going to be killed in their sleep, but the whispers were still going on. I opened the curtains to the small window in the downstairs bedroom I was in and there was nobody there. I could still hear it and it sounded like several people talking very softly.

Finally, I talked myself into thinking it was just water in the pipes, and it could have been, but the more I have been thinking about it lately, I don't think it was that. I was sitting up in bed and listening very carefully and it sure sounded like voices to me. Male and female. It really shook me up.