Ghosts from caravans

Ghosts from caravans
10 July 2026 J.W.H

INWhen I was 6 or 7 years senior, I lived in a trailer park in Sunnydale, WI. It was a tiny trailer, but it was all my parents could afford. It had a tiny kitchen and a tiny living room and only three bedrooms. The hallway was connected to all three bedrooms. I had to share a bedroom with my sister. We also shared a bed.

One night while I was sleeping, I woke up with my bedroom door open and when I looked out, there was a little girl standing outside my bedroom door. At first I thought it was my sister and I was going to tell her it was time to sleep when I accidentally bumped into my sister, I realized it wasn't my sister behind the door. I sat and looked at her and she looked at me. I screamed and the girl disappeared. I woke up the whole house, my parents came into the room to see what happened, I told them there was a little girl outside my door. They didn't believe me and said it was just a dream. I believed them. I finally went back to sleep.

Another time I saw a ghost was when I was sleeping in my parents' room with my mother and sister. I was looking out into the hallway when a man materialized in front of my eyes and seemed to swim forward but didn't move. I just watched, hoping he would go away. I laid my head on the pillows and finally fell asleep. I didn't tell anyone about it because I was afraid they would say it was just another dream or seeing things.

The last time I saw a ghost was when my mother was in the room. The woman was watering the plant. But there was no plant there, just a immense piece of wood. I almost saw the plant. I told my mother to look at the piece of wood to make me laugh, she did and saw a ghost too. My mother got scared and took me, my sister and brother out of the house and went to the neighbors. She told my neighbors what happened and the neighbor lived her life and told us that a few years ago a stranger came to their house asking to utilize the phone and they let him. He then pulled out a gun and shot everyone there and was going to utilize their house as a hideout since he was a convicted murderer. They never found the bodies of the family that once lived there.

I think that's why they hung around. We moved immediately after the words.

  • J.W.H

    John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.