This took place in the late 1980's in Michigan. I was living in a run down, crime filled trailer court. With my two sons at the time. I should have known the first night we were at the trailer court, when this man shot his ex-wives boyfriend and killed him. That it was not a place to live with small children. But by then I sank in all I had for this trailer and so, it was going to be our home for awhile.
This trailer court was the 3rd worst in that county out of the ten worst. However when I first bought it, I didn't know that until I investigated it later.
It was winter time, and my heating tape went out. When I woke up the next day to get the kids to the sitters, and myself a shower to go to work. I notice there was no water, that would come out of the faucet. I asked people near me what, would cause this and they told me about the electric tape. That was located under the trailer. I didn't have time to look then. So called my brother in law. He came over and found it went out, and got a new one put on.
Even with the new tape on the water pipes. It would take some time to unthaw the pipes. I needed a shower so went to my neighbors house, Wanita and ask her if I could use her shower. She said it be fine. The kids had a shower at the sitters, so they would be fine. I went into her house. We sat down in her living room. I felt odd being in there, not sure because I came there to use the shower, or something else.
I used her shower and felt someone was watching me. I got out and still felt something, however I didn't see anything. I used her shower for a couple times and then, my own water was on. Then my hot water heater went out. I used her shower again.
I told her I thought the bathroom was cold, she said by the bathroom it was always cold. That I could leave the door open. I did. I took my shower and got out dried off. When I looked up I seen a young man, about his early 20's looking at me. I froze in my spot. I open my mouth to scream nothing came out. When I was able to move, I went through that man to the hallway. To Wanita sitting watching tv, I peeked down the hallway the man wasn't there.
She looked at me asked me what was wrong. I told her I seen a ghost and walked through him. She smiled at me and told me, it was her son. She continue to tell me this.
Her son was running from the police. He had gotten himself into drugs and was being chased. He ran into her home, when she was not at home and with the trailer easy to fire through. The police shot into the trailer. Killing her son by the bathroom door. The wall across the door, was blood splattered of her sons blood. So her daughter just covered it with wall paper. If I noticed on the door frame in the bathroom, there is still blood on it. She said no matter how hard she tried to get the blood off, it won't go away it keeps coming back.
She told me she came home to find her son dead in the hallway, by being fired upon by the police. It went through the trailer. She said she could have moved but she felt at peace in the trailer from her sons spirit, which she has often seen herself. Sometimes she said he looks transparent, sometimes he looks like solid form. He smiles at her and then he is gone.
Well it wasn't that day I wanted to look at the doorway. But in time I did. The blood is there on the door frame of the bathroom door. I never took a shower in that bathroom again. I never went to the bathroom in there, I would go home. I did go to her trailer if she went to the bathroom. I stood on the porch till, she came back into the living room. After that I told her I felt more comfortable being on the porch, or in the winter time she came to my place.
Wantia continued living in the trailer court, when I moved out of the trailer park. Eventually she moved back to Paris, KY from where she was from. I have not heard from her in a long time, so she may be with her son and God by now.