Late one night, just this past August (2005), we had an encounter that scared the whole family. For once, my husband was home to experience it.
It was around 11 pm, and I had just gone to bed from watching TV. My husband and the four older kids were still up watching TV in the living room.
All was quiet, and then all of a sudden, there was a loud crash sound right above my head. I thought for sure that a tree had fallen on top and was about to come through the roof. Whatever it was, hit so hard, it shook the trailer from one end to the other. After the loud crash sound, I heard something “slide” down the end of the trailer, right where my head was. I was thinking, a tree limb? Then I remembered there are no trees close enough to hit the trailer.
I jumped up out of bed and ran into the living room. They heard it too, they were looking around, and asking me what was that! The dogs were barking madly outside. My husband grabbed the only flashlight in the house. It was dead. (Oh, he was mad!) He threw on his shoes and ran out the door. I ran to the back door and went out on the deck. The dogs were still barking like crazy, looking toward the end of the trailer, where we heard a crash sound. There was not much light, since the back door light did not shine much out into the yard. My husband could not see anything; it was so dark, so he came inside.
The next morning we went outside and looked at the end of the trailer. There were no trees that had fallen or nothing else out of place.
Then, I went up into the house we were building, which stands two stories above the trailer. I could get a good look at the top to see if anything was out of the ordinary.
Sure enough, on the very end of the trailer roof, there are crumpled dents. It looks like something big had tried to jump up on top and grabbed the ends and crumpled one side. Those dents were not there the day before.