Trailer #350

This took place in the 1980's in the run down trailer court my sons and I lived in. Cheryl my friend from the park, her and I would often walk around the trailer court at night time. Usually it was in the summer time and was too hot in our trailers and cooler outside. We walked pass trailer 350 many times in the years I lived in that place.

But one night as we passed by that trailer, I told Cheryl "Something bad has happen or is going to happen in that trailer". So while we are walking around. Cheryl said "lets go tell the manager, maybe something is going on in that trailer". So we did tell the manager. She got a couple of guys near her (the ones that helped her run the place) and they took a walk to trailer 350. They knocked on the door, a lady came to the door, she was asked if anything was wrong, she said no. So the manager and her dudes left. Cheryl and I just kept walking around the trailer park.

From that one night forward, even when we walked in the day time hours around the park, I felt that something was not right with that trailer. Again and again we tell the park manager and again she and some guys go there and check it out. And again nothing was going on. Finally came a time when we tell the park manager, that something was not right with the trailer, that she didn't bother to investigate anymore.

One night late in the summer, as Cheryl and I walked by the trailer #350, I said "did you see her?". Cheryl asked me who? I said the lady in the window. She said she didn't see anyone in the window. So we walked around again. Came to the trailer, I said "Look she is in the window now". Cheryl tells me I am seeing things. We stopped right in front of the trailer, we both looked at the window, I seen a lady looking sad out of it, she seen nothing.

Winter came upon us, and we didn't walk as much around the park anymore. However we did and I would say "Cheryl something is not right with this trailer". She finally told me to stop that, I was making her frighten. Her trailer was just two from this one. I was five trailers away from this one. We do our walking and I didn't say anything to Cheryl anymore, but still felt something wrong with trailer number 350. When I see the park manager, sometimes on our walks in the park, I tell her something is wrong with trailer #350. She just tell me "okay I will look into it". But Cheryl and I knew she didn't bother.

Spring came around, and our walks continued more often. One night into the summer I said to Cheryl "Do you smell that?" She tells me no. I said there is an odor coming out of trailer 350. She told me not to tell the park manager, she would not look into it anymore. I told her I knew that. She thought I made it up.

I had to pass the trailer, to go to the other end, and get my son off the bus. I stood in front of the window of the trailer, there was that lady, looking at me with sad eyes. When I looked away and then back again, she wasn't there. I told Cheryl about this, and she told me to stop thinking that way.

Some days later as I had all my windows open, I had to close them up. My trailer was starting to smell like trailer number 350. I asked the two neighbors on each side of the trailer, if they smelled something awful from the trailer. They told me they couldn't open there windows anymore due to the smell. So the two neighbors and I went nearer to the trailer. Oh my gosh the smell took our breath away. I got sick, one gal threw up, the other ran home. I asked the gal with me "What do you think that is?" she said "It smells like something dead". I said yes I think so.

We went to the park managers house, told her what we smelled from that trailer. She said to me "Okay not again, I thought you gave up on that". I said it's not only me it's two other people who smells this. Come to find out, it wasn't only me that smelled this, others besides the neighbors on both sides smelled it too.

We followed the park manager to trailer number 350. She knocked no answer. She had one of her dudes knock the door down. Oh my gosh I was so sick, everyone had to cover their noses up. The smell that came out of that trailer was horrible. Her and the two dudes with her went in. We can hear them coughing and gagging. They came out all white, and breathing hard.

In the trailer, near the door they found a dead woman, it appeared she had an abortion and bled to death by the door. In the back bedroom was where abortions were taking place. Under some mattresses was many fetuses in different stages of their life. Some were pretty big babies, that could of lived, but instead were left to die.

The police came and did an investigating into this, they found more then 50 fetuses under the mattresses. Lots of dried up blood. The dead woman who appeared to have bled to death. The trailer was in danger of contaminating all of us who lived in the park. It was hauled away, many pictures taken of the trailer and the contents on the inside. It was hauled off some place and burned, after all the finger prints and stuff was done on it... The police circulated the picture of the woman they found in the park. Her finger prints were filed away and so were her toe prints. I had to see what she looked like.

When I seen the picture of what she had looked like, before this was done to her (as the police had someone, draw a sketch of her before her death), I got faint feeling. I had to sit down. I said "I seen her in the window, I seen her in the window". She had a mark on her left cheek, a bruise, a birth mark some kind of mark, looked like a half moon shape

When this happen, I went to my house, sat on the steps and shook so bad, I kept throwing up. I had a major headache, stomach ache and weak feeling. Had a major panic attack. Cheryl came home, she seen me on the porch and asked what was going on. I tried to tell her the best that I could. "OH NO" she said you knew this was going to happen. I told her I didn't know this was what was going to happen. I just knew something was happening in this trailer. I felt it was going on, even when it was looked into, by the park manager. Just it didn't stink then, so no one thought anything of it.

I told them (the police) I seen her in the window, but I could tell they didn't believe me, especially when they asked Cheryl and she didn't see any woman. Sometime later the police told our park manager that the woman that was found dead, did bleed to death, and had been dead a long time. When I first seen her, I now felt she was either near death, or had just died, and was trying to get help in some way. To draw attention to the trailer to be looked into. She made it from the back bedroom to the front door, where she may have been to weak to go any further. Sometime after this too, we read where many woman who had had abortions were found in dumpsters, in alleys, in deserted houses, that were put in the papers. And the police did find a guy that was involved with these, but he got away. Hmmm sounded fishy to me. It always made me think why did they let him get away.

This park had prostitute's, pimps, drug dealers in it. Shootings went on, on a monthly basis, people were killed and no one seemed to care. Kids were ran over by people on drugs. Drunks beat their wives and kids up. Perverts were around the corners, peeping toms, sex crazed men grabbing the innocent kids and dragging them to the woods to rape them or molest them. People would shoot and kill animals for the fun of it, take them (the dead animals) to the woods and cut them open. Teens had sex in the day time, in the field across from my trailer.

The guy across the street from me held drug parties every night. Little kids would find the syringes in the day time, and take them home to their moms. Lots of break ins. You would hear shooting all hours of the day or night. I think there were more roaches (bugs) and guns in the trailer court then there was kids. They (teenagers) often ran around the park naked. I never heard anyone dying of a stab wound, just bullets.

My one son, I and Merry we often seen animals that were cut up, wondering around the park. Only to discover, when we went to help them, they disappear in front of our eyes.

I had no other place to live at the time. My children and I lived there for several more years, after this happen. Finally I had enough saved to flee from that hell hole. Moved to a wonderful country home, where we were always safe. The trailer court still is in that city, but has moved from the 3rd worse trailer park in that county to the #1 place now. More people have been killed. Their trailers all shot up, like Wanita's was the day her son was killed.

Other people would move their trailers on that lot, and soon they moved them else where. I never seen a trailer stay on that lot more then a couple of months, before it was moved elsewhere. When Cheryl and I would walk by that empty lot, I always got the shivers even when it was really hot outside. Merry (not real name) said she often heard a baby cry, thinking it was her own. When she check on her baby, her baby was sleeping. Her trailer sat next to this one, with the abortions done in it. I never heard a baby cry.

Cheryl and I often use to talk about, the feelings I had before this happen. The park manager just thought I was making stuff up, that was until she found out what, was going on in that park she managed and in trailer #350.

And NO, NO, NO, don't anyone ask me to go back, and to see what is happening on that lot now. I would have to go back fully armed, with bullet proof from head to toe, and a machine gun in a tank, in order to get me back into that park again.