Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Tales from the Trailer Park ~ Chapter 2: Ghost Busting

This is the second story in my series, if you haven't read the background yet, you can find it here and also read chapter one if you haven't read that yet.

Chapter 2:
Ghost Busting

There was a family that lived next to us while we grew up.  They were the ultimate trailer trash! Really!  I’m not making this shit up!  We looked like the Hilton’s compared to them.  They eventually moved out and the old trailer they lived in just sat there for years.  The kids in the neighborhood always thought that trailer was haunted.  There were definitely ghosts now living in it.  I have no damn clue why we thought that.  This time I was around 10 or 12 years old.  I was pretty immature for my age.  Anyway, back to the haunted trailer.  We decided that we needed to scare the ghosts and demons out of the trailer.  The ghosts never bothered us, not sure why were against them so much, but we were determined to make them vacate.

Somehow, we found the best tool to do this, probably found it under the damn vanity. I really don’t remember how we found this particular ghost buster.

One, day some of us kids in the neighborhood lined up outside a broken window at that trailer.  (By the way we did not break this window) We were all armed and ready to evict.  Each had a red marker and we were making the necessary adjustments to our weapon.  The weapon that would rid our beautiful neighborhood of evil for once and all.

Okay, everyone was done making the necessary adjustments and ready to start.
At the same time we all through our ghost buster into the broken window.
Yes, success!

We weren’t sure what we were waiting for, screams, growls the ground to open up and bring that demon and trailer back to hell? Well, we sure the hell thought something was supposed to happen.  So we all got ready to do it again.  This time we decided to do it one at a time and get closer to the house.  So, we did this still nothing happened.  Over, and over until we were out of ammunition!  Yep, that’s about time Mom came out and wondered was all the screaming was about.  First of all, why does she always come to see what we are doing when we are always done doing what we were doing?  Why can’t she see what the hell we are doing before we waste our time and made fools of ourselves. So yet again,

“You damn fools! What the hell are you doing with all my tampons?
And, why do you have red markers out here?”

We explained, what we did and why we did it.  She just shook her head and said,
“Why don’t you climb a damn tree and leave that house alone.”
Are you kidding me? She wants us to climb the tree? She took our fucking foot cushions!

My mom later explained to us, that there were no ghosts in the house next door and that red colored tampons wouldn’t scare any ghosts away.

I swear, she just liked ruining our fun!

Thanks for reading,


Stay tuned next week.. I will share the story, when I met Jesus!  


  1. Well they would sure scare me away!

    Good stuff, i'll be back next week.

  2. "red colored tampons wouldn’t scare any ghosts away"

    Au contraire....I have 3 daughters who would respectfully disagree. Those things have lots of uses, you know? ;)


  3. You definitely have a way with words. Great imagery and pacing. I look forward to more.

  4. Wow. That is some seriously weird logic you guys had going back there. You know you could argue that the fact that you never saw a ghost after your attempted exorcism could just mean that the painted tampons worked... Just a suggestion. I can't wait to see next weeks story now.

  5. OMG Ellen... lol... what was your mother doing when you did this? Hahaha...

    I will definitely be back for the next one... too funny :)

    1. I have no idea what the shit my mom was doing half the time. I'm assuming sitting on the couch watching T.V.

  6. So I want to know...when your Mom's "friend" came what the hell did she use? You used her pads for climbing shoes and her tampons for bullets! Poor women...hahahahaha

  7. TAMPONS!!!!! And here I thought it was going to be a vibrator... ;)

  8. OMG...so funny! I can't wait to see how Jesus relates to fem. hygiene products...that vanity saw a lot of action.

  9. Tampons for bullets---please don't tell my son! I was SOOO hoping you were going to see a ghost after all that hard work shooting at the trailer!

  10. Think about the poor person who finally walked into that trailer and found all the red tampons on the floor!!


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