In the summer of 2008 my husband Patrick and I were invited to a friend's house for a barbeque on Staten Island, NY. The house was a new development on a cul-de-sac. The land was all forest before it was purchased and constructed into a quaint little community. All the houses were identical in structure and connected to together with an attached apartment downstairs for renting.
The house was still newly built and our friend barely had enough furniture to fill up all the rooms. My husband and I were offered one of the bedrooms upstairs so we could enjoy ourselves at the barbeque and not have to worry about driving home late at night.
As we were sitting around eating and enjoying the day, my friend began telling us about a woman who lives across the street (let's call her Jane) and how she swears that she is in a relationship with the spirit of a man. She went on to say that Jane believes he was a fireman who died in the line of duty, but the weird part is he didn't live anywhere near the area and she didn't know him when he was alive. Jane claims that he just showed up in her apartment one night and never left. My friend went on to tell us that Jane constantly talks about him like he is her boyfriend, and that the relationship is real. Well of course everybody expressed their disbelief and some claimed she was crazy, and just desperate for attention. I didn't add any comments of my own because I never met the woman, and to be honest I really didn't know what to think let alone say anything about her. So I just sat there listening to them joke and laugh about their neighbor.
Later on that night when the party started to wind down and the last of the guests went home we all decided it was time to turn in. My husband was in the living room watching TV and our friend said good night and headed up to bed. I grabbed my bag and told Patrick that I was going up to change and get ready for bed. He said that he would be up in a few minutes because he wanted to watch the end of some movie. So I went up, changed, and settled down into bed.
A little while later I was woken up by the sound of footsteps coming into the room. I was lying on my side with my back to the bedroom door and thought that Pat finally decided to come up to bed. I heard the footsteps come right up to the side of me. I then felt two hands press down on my hip and start shaking me back and forth. While I was being shook I heard a high pitched giggling. It sounded like the kind of giggle a clown would make. So now I'm thinking great, it's the middle of the night my husband is drunk and going to wake up the whole house. So with me still lying in the same position I opened my eyes. The room was dark and I could barely see a thing. Without bothering to turn towards my husband, I just said in an annoyed tone "Patrick, cut it out and get in the bed alright" The shaking and giggling stopped, I heard him turn away and walk back out the door. I figured he was going to the bathroom, and I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes it was morning.
My husband wasn't in the bed so I thought he got up early and wanted to get on the road before the traffic. I got up, went down stairs and there was Patrick sound asleep on the couch. I woke him up and asked him why he came back down stairs to sleep on the couch when we had the bed. He had no idea what I was talking about and told me that he never came upstairs and must have fallen asleep watching TV. I said "yes you did, don't you remember walking into the bedroom shaking me and giggling like a circus clown?" Well he looked at me like I had two heads and said "Jenn I'm telling you I never came upstairs last night" So I started to think well if it wasn't Pat then... Uh oh! My thoughts immediately went to my friend's neighbor and what was told to me the night before.
When my friend came downstairs she asked me how I slept. I told her I slept well accept for the fact that I think her neighbor's boyfriend came to visit me. She replied "WHAT"? I told my husband and friend what happened and that it seems Jane was telling the truth. This spirit probably didn't appreciate all the laughing and joking around and decided that he was going to get the last laugh. My friend's face was priceless, and Pat just stood there shaking his head insisting that I was dreaming, but I know I wasn't.
My friend never had any experiences in the house and still doesn't. She doesn't talk about Jane anymore either. We have been to the house several times after my experience and spent the night, but nothing else ever happened. I did end up meeting Jane once. I just smiled and made polite conversation with her.
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