This page I wrote for my old rv website RVforSaleGuide.com before developing the Vanabode as the best travel vehicle for cheap easy long term road trips. People still like big rv's despite the much greater cost and trouble to operate, so here's what I know about them.

Ghost Story

Ghost Story that happened to me on our rv trip. I left Julian cleaning the pool, moved the rv, and walked back to Julian and Myra's house where we were staying for a few days. I walked in the front door, shut and locked it behind me, left my shoes just inside, and yelled jokingly, "Honey, I'm Home!" As I walked through the living room and glanced upstairs to the second floor and then back to the kitchen I got a strange feeling. I walked into the kitchen and yelled again "Honey, I'm home!". No answer. I guessed my wife Kelly and Myra had walked down to the basement to tend to our bunny Bugsy. As I turned to go back into the living room a strange warmth came over me, I began to sweat almost immediately and my heart began to race. I felt distant and dream like. Nothing made sense.

My mind raced and I thought; where are they? What is going on? I was scared and could not identify why. I felt like a ghost was watching me. Then I saw it. An aquarium filled with small fish that were swimming frantically around and around. I saw things thrown on the floor that I didn't remember being there. I felt something watching me. I turned the corner on my way back to the front door (they have a HUGE house) and the hair on the back of my neck stood up, my hands began to shake, adrenaline shot through me and then I saw it. A cold black cat frozen stiffly mid-launch in the armchair by the door. His eyes were brilliant yellow, completely dilated and wide open as if by a really bad taxidermist. He was as terrified as I was.

In that instant I realized Myra and Julian did not have a cat. They did not have an a aquarium. I was not in Julian and Myra's house. I SLOWLY passed the cat, then lurched forward, fumbled with the lock, opened the door, was halfway through it and reached back to grab my shoes. I stumbled down the walkway and onto the sidewalk, threw my shoes on and RAN next door to Julian and Myra's house. I begged Myra not to accept any phone calls, in case the neighbor called the police. Myra laughed so hard she almost dunked her head in her blueberries and milk.

Then I got to the part where I thought "hmmmmm, what if there had been a big dog in that house, or someone undressed, or a big man with a gun. I could have been eaten or shot. Funny, ghost story?

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