One night I went over to my best friends house. She was sitting outside on her front lawn, looking at the house directly across the street. I asked her what she was watching for as I sat next to her. She said that for the last couple of days, she'd noticed strange people coming to the house, some wearing black robes. She liked the lady very much and visited her often, so, she told me, earlier in the day she had gone and knocked on the door to check on her. A stranger answered the door and then the woman's husband came to the door. He was very sharp with her and told her everything was okay and not to bother them anymore.
After she finished telling me this, we sat in silence, contemplating the situation. All of a sudden, the camper owned by my friend's family, which was parked in the driveway to our right, began shaking violently. Our first thought was an earthquake (we lived in California). But, quickly we noticed that nothing else was moving. As the camper continued to shake, we each ran around either side until we met on the other side. Nobody was moving it from the outside. Somebody must be inside, we thought. My friend ran into the house to get her father, yelling someone had broken into the camper. Just as she and her father came around the corner, the shaking stopped. Her father unlocked the camper and bounded in. We stayed out of the way, ready to get help.
After a couple of minutes, her father came out looking pissed off. Was this a joke? he asked. No one was in the camper. All of the closets and drawers had been opened and everything was flung all over. We were practically in tears, trying to convince him that we hadn't done anything. I guess he believed us, because then he went in the house and yelled at her brother.