While on the ghost walk, we were told to take pictures in order to catch paranormal activity. I guess the ghosts aren't as gung ho about scaring people as the actors at a horror attraction. So, I placed my camera on flash mode and there were orbs all over the place! Look at this haunted library and how the orbs abound:
And then, I remembered something: I had taken my camera off flash mode because for years it would produce these very same transparent circles ... in my house! Totally freaking out, I went home and snapped more pictures using the flash and (Boo!) there were the orbs! Orbs in the kitchen! Orbs in the bedroom! Help I'm being attacked by invisible circles!
In a panic, I recalled last winter when the five of us were sitting down to dinner on a dark and windy evening. The light above the table slowly dimmed off. We thought we lost electricity ... but all the other lights in the house we're on! When the light above the table came back on, my husband and I teased my children saying it was a ghost. I said, "If this is a ghost do it again." It did!!!!
Knowing that I would be writing about ghost orbs, I did an Internet research of the topic. In summary, here's what the president of the Paranormal Research Society had to say about the subject: Ghost Orbs are nothing more than cheap, old digital cameras (I have one of those) picking up specks of dust or debris in the air and reflecting it back onto the image. He went on to say that he would like people to stop sending him ghost orb pictures and to go out buy a better camera.
Since it's "Hallo-week" and soon to be "Hallo-weekend", share your ghost stories if you got 'em.
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My friend lived in a house in Mill Valley, CA. It had been built at the turn of the century by an Italian couple. It was on a bit of hillside. They lived in the cemented basement part (a one bedroom with kitchen, etc.) while the rest of the house was built above them. They lived their lives in that house. The wife died there.
ReplyDeleteMy friend lived on the main floor. Someone else lived in the bottom apartment. My friend remembers sleeping, then waking up because it felt like someone had just sat down on the edge of her bed. When she could force herself to open her eyes, there was no one there, but she knows the "weight" had shifted her bed.
The young lady who rented the basement apartment woke up one night to SEE the old Italian (dead) woman sitting in the rocking chair that faced the bed, staring at her. Eventually, her image dissipated. The young lady moved out the next day.
My friend used to walk around talking to the Italian woman, telling her how much she liked the house, figuring if she kept on her good side, she wouldn't mind my friend living there. And, I guess she didn't because nothing else happened!