This was a little more recent, I was 19 when I met my friends Josh and Grace, and they lived in a large and very old house on main street in Phillipsburg New Jersey. I had just graduated High school, and I was kind of gravitating to older more mature people than me. Josh and Grace are 5 years older than me, so I was hanging out with them a lot after meeting them. It was the winter of 2006 when I started becoming a permanent fixture at their house. I was dating a girl at the time, her name was Rachel, and honestly I don't know what I was doing with her, I am a way kinder person than her. Grace and Josh helped me to realize that, they also helped me to develop a self esteem, something I didn't have when I was in school. Josh and Grace lived with their children, and their two roommates Scott and Pam. I didn't know this then, but Scott was somewhat of a paranormal investigator, or at least he used to be, Scott and Pam were in their late 40's back then.
It wasn't long before I broke up with Rachel, she was furious because she knew it had something to do with my new friends. I had been hanging out for a few weeks now and nobody had told me about the hauntings that went on their yet. Later I found out that they never told anybody about it until something had happened to them, it wasn't something that they advertised to the world. So one Friday Night after work I went over to their place to spend the weekend. It had just snowed a bit, and there was less than half an inch on the ground. I was walking through the Courtyard (which was pretty much their back yard) to get to the back door. The ground in the Courtyard was all pavement and you could access it through a gate from the alley behind the house. There was a building on your right, and a high wall that stretched from the building on the right to the back yard of the building on the left; it then made a 90 degree turn and the wall ended at Josh and Grace's place. I was walking through the courtyard at night, it was dully lit, the light from the street lights barely made it out there, and the back lights weren't on. I noticed through my peripherals some movement off to my right; I turned my head to get a good look at it. I stopped suddenly, stunned at what I saw, it took a moment to register.
Off to my right on top of the shadow from the wall to my left there was a shadow of a dog. I wasn't sure what to do; my mind was filling up with all sorts of memories from the old barn. I shook my head as if clearing my mind, the shadow was still there, and the tail was wagging, if the shadow was real the dog should have been parallel to me on top of the wall. So I looked up at the wall and just as I had suspected nothing. I looked back down to see the shadow just in case the dog had run off in that nanosecond it took me to turn my head. The shadow was still there. Nope, still there, I thought to myself, at least I had enough experience at this point to not be scared so I just stared at the shadow for a few moments, turning my head to the top of the wall every now and again. Then the shadow just sort of sank into the rest of the shadows.
I wasn't shaken I had faced off against a dog shadow before and panicking just got my brother hurt. So I just went into the house, excited to scare all my new friends with what I just saw. I told them the story; they just kind of shrugged it off. I figured they were thinking one of two things; A: Brandon is crazy, or B: Yeah, nothing we haven't seen before. It was B, they told me that the dog shadow was nothing new, and then they told me of all the other ghosts in the house. Now I was the one wondering if they were sane or not, but as time went on I met all of these ghosts, other than the basement ghost, but I didn't need to meet him, I still have a good story on him.
A Few weeks went by, Christmas had passed, and I decided it was time to move out of my parents place. Josh and Grace eagerly invited me to stay with them, and so I did. I moved into a room on the second floor, it was small and kind of creepy but I had some excellent times in that room. One of those times was with a friend of mine, Laura; it wasn't anything sexual, don't get me wrong. We were just chilling in there one night, playing up some video games on the old' Xbox. After Xbox, we just lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, we began talking and I started telling her about my experience in the court yard, then we heard a dull continuous ringing noise. At First I thought it was my ear, but we had both heard it, so we began searching for the source of the ring. We found a small ball of light, no larger than a golf ball, it was on the far end of the room. We stared at it as its colors changed fluidly, and it began to enlarge, and slowly advance toward our position. We were almost entranced, and my palms were sweating, I could feel the blood drain from my face. The room started to drop in temperature drastically, I felt all the hairs on the back of my neck raise, and my body was now covered in goose bumps. Suddenly the Ghost light stopped only a foot or two from our faces; it was roughly the size of a baseball now. Poof! It was gone, no more ringing, no more cold, and no more goose bumps. We both just collapsed back onto the bed and began staring at the ceiling again. It seemed like an eternity before either of us said anything, but we did eventually decide to go down and tell the others. Scott had seen this orb before, and so had Grace and Pam, their stories were all very similar to mine. That's when I decided to tell them of my experiences at the barn, which of course they were fascinated with.
A few more weeks had gone by and I started dating Rachel again, Scott and Pam decided to move out and Rachel and I were taking their room, which was much bigger than mine. We arranged the furniture the same way that they had, we really liked their set up. But for some reason every night Rachel would fall out of the bed. It was quite annoying she would yelp, or cry or curse at herself. She told me she never fell out of bed before living here, every time we discussed it. So we decided to switch sides, Rachel stopped falling off the bed, but then every night for several days, I started falling off of the bed. I was getting quite annoyed and I called up Scott to find out what he thought. That's when Scott told me about "the Claw", or well retold me about the "The Claw." apparently this had happened to both Scott and Pam for some time, and one night Scott noticed the shadow of a clawed hand making its way across his blanket, and when it reached the center of the bed, Scott was torn from the bed. Naturally I asked him what to do and he said to just move the bed, so I did, and neither Rachel nor I ever fell out of the bed again.
I had been living there for almost 2 months and I had been to the basement but had never encountered the fabled basement ghost. My drum set was in the basement so as you could imagine I was down there a lot disturbing the peace. But still I had never seen the ghost, and was never made known about its presence. The basement was odd, it was half complete and there was a chair in one room just sitting by itself. And in the other room there were 6 very odd symbols arranged around the room. They were all in very old red paint, one on each wall and one on the ceiling and one on the floor. I believe I have pictures of these symbols somewhere, Grace was a pagan, but she had never seen symbols like these before, I so Hope that I have the pictures, maybe someone can tell me what they mean. The rest of the basement was an old corroded basement. Well one of our friends, Brandon (the guy who had introduced me to Josh and Grace) had seen the ghost in the basement several times. It was also widely believed in the house, that the ghost in the basement was also the same ghost as "The Claw." Well Brandon decided he didn't like this ghost in the basement, and he went down there one day with a book he had bought online, on how to perform and exorcism. The rest of us stayed upstairs, we didn't want to be involved, but we were all eager to see the results. He was down there for some time, performing rituals and saying phrases and what not. Brandon Came running up the stairs he looked as if he had seen a ghost, he was panting and trying to talk, but he wasn't making any sense. Just then we all heard a very loud "BANG" downstairs, and all the power in the house went out. Turns out the Main breaker located in the basement had exploded. Brandon heard a voice whisper, "Get out," directly into his ear, that's why he ran upstairs in a panic. Regardless to say, Brandon was not allowed in the basement again, not that he wanted to go down there again anyway.
I hope you all liked this story; I hope to hear back from you. Grace has promised to publish at least one story on here, she is pretty busy right now though, and I do not believe she has a computer right now. I will let you all know when she does publish a story though.