This happened while I was in High School. My Dad, thinking that it would be fun as a family to start going camping during the summers on lakes where we could take a boat out and go fishing bought a Fifth Wheel camper.
We got a good price on it because it was converted from a part camping trailer part horse trailer. You could tell easily where the camping trailer originally ended as there was a couple steps down into the living room, and you could also still faintly see where the hinges used to be to lower the back to let the horses in.
The two or three times that we actually used the camper went well, we all enjoyed it, but Dad as he always did quickly lost interest and he ended up selling it to buy the land that our cabin is now on.
It was while the camper was on our home property that the events occurred. At first I tried still hanging out in the camper as I planned on sleeping out there some warm nights just to be different. Well, the camper itself didn't feel quite as homey at home. I chalked it up to being just because I'm home and thus feeling a little out of sorts being in the camper.
That is, until I was walking around one day while waiting for the horse trough to fill with water. The horses had accidentally kicked the trough over the night before, so I had a several gallon trough to wait to fill up. I was walking past the trailer when I heard two girls talking.
"He wouldn't do that, he's too nice." Said the one obviously rejecting something said earlier by the other, though I wasn't privy to that part of the discussion.
"I know, but he did." Another insisted in reply.
I'm not sure why, but my initial instinct that they were talking about me. What I could have done? I'm not sure. Why I had that initial reaction? Again, I'm not sure, perhaps my mind trying to sort out walking into this conversation.
I waited a bit to see if the conversation would continue, but it didn't so I went on, and what shock was associated eventually dimmed. I figured over the next month, that they weren't coming back and that I was done with the haunting of the trailer. That is until a cold morning waiting for the bus. I looked back at the camper trying to decide if I could still see the bus from in there as I would at least be out of the blowing wind even if it wouldn't be much warmer. Deciding against it, I waited longer, when my instincts told me to look back. When I did I saw a man push back the curtains of the trailer and then vanish.
Thinking back now, I wish I would have gone in there after seeing him just to see what was going on. Obviously the hauntings didn't mean me any harm. At worst they'd talked about me, at best they'd allowed me to listen in on part of a conversation. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite as comfortable with hauntings then as I am now, so I didn't go in.