Greetings, dear Baba!
Thanks for asking. The paranormal events my family did experience were at another home, that during my tenure at Bethel. Regarding the cabin, points 1, 2 and 3 are as related by my mother; I cannot recall at what point in my childhood she recounted them. It's likely it was a fertile topic of discussion while we were there at the "spooky" house.
I am somewhat florid in the evaluation of my own modest, personal life. While my stubbornly earthbound body has, to date, resisted all literal flight, my heart continues to soar upward toward those castles in the sky I've always wished to inhabit. Or spiral precipitously downward toward a haunted house in a dark and chill glen. Decidedly, I am copious with Poetic License and her attendant Ambience. I like how you put that! Can you say and spell pastiche?
Sergeant Joe Friday would have burst a blood vessel getting the straight dope from the likes of my religio-superstitious madre and the head-in-the-clouds tyke CoCo.
CoCo