Orbs

[Bojangles]

When it comes to orbs, everyone seems to have a different opinions about them. What do you think orbs are? Are they little balls of energy? Are they just little specks of dust that the camera flash caught?

[Dollin Downs]

orbs are ball of collected energy and alot of people think when they see am orb on a photo thats it a ghost or something else from the spiritual realm but it many cases orbs do not mean ghost just collected energy and orb and dust do look quite the same on a photo or even video even bugs can look like orbs in this case but you just have to look at the motion its traveling and think of where you took the picture cause alot of old places will have alot of dust and other particles in the air but orbs are really a extrodinary (spelling) thing to see

[Friday The 13th]

I definitely think orbs are little balls of energy,
but maybe that's because I believe in spirits...

[Rosemary's Baby]

While I don't discount orbs completely, I think most of the time they are utter crap. It seems like most of the time they are the product of people taking pictures in old, read dusty, places. These people want so badly to believe, they are willing to say, "Hey look! I caught an orb." When, in reality, a poor moth is going, "Holy crap. What is that?" And flying erratically across the frame of the picture. Plus, I watch too much Ghost Hunters.

[Bloody Fingers]

Energy, definitely.

[LokiZee]

Hey, everything is a form of energy. Matter is made of molecules, which are in term, energy. So THERE!!!! Now we know what they are. Say "Thank you Mr. Wizard!" everyone!!!!:zombie:

[Miss_Murder_666]

I've heard a lot of people say that they've seen orbs. I've seen a ghost flat out, but I've never seen orbs before. Some people mistake other things for orbs often, like especially if they're filming something, dust can look like orbs sometimes or even like a moth. I agree with Rosemary's baby, I pretty much think a lot of people don't do their research on such things,and I watch Ghost Hunters too. So yeah, there it is.

[LokiZee]

Ooooooooooooooooo, I've seen a ghost too!!And I heard a different ghost right before I saw the other ghost. Worst night of my life. Heres the story.......wait, I'll put it in another thread................soon:zombie:

[Rosemary's Baby]

Ooooooooooooooooo, I've seen a ghost too!!And I heard a different ghost right before I saw the other ghost. Worst night of my life. Heres the story.......wait, I'll put it in another thread................soon:zombie:

TEASE!!! :p

[Bojangles]

I love hearing about paranormal experiences.

[LokiZee]

All Right then, this will be a long one! And remember, I am no writer, so ignore the poor prose..............

PART 1:
When I was 18 and a senior in high school, I lived with a friend of mine named Shag, and during the week, when there was no parties and when we had no homework, we would cruise the backroads around our city in his giant, invincible Ford LCD.(See about the writing? The longest sentence on earth!!!!). We would find place that were chill and just lay on the hood and talk philosophy, or about girls, or whatever wasn't school.
On one of those nights, I remembered a long and pretty deserted road that my father had once lived on. It was Styers Ferry Road, in Clemmons NC, and I never remember it being any more spooky than any other road in that area, but what did I know? We cruised passed where my father had lived, miles further where the houses thinned a lot. We went down a hill in the road, across a tiny little bridge, and pulled over to a large field that had a little island of trees with a little well house in the foliage of the bushes. Why was that little grove still there? I never really thought of that till now, but I'll get back to it.
That night, we lay on the hood of his American made beast. The sky that night was perfectly cloudless, it seemed you could look into infinity. It was like a giant dome above us, the moon and stars shining ultra bright. The weather was perfect. It was winter time, but it was around 60 degrees. We chilled on the hood. We talked the regular intellectual babble that intelligent teenagers are prone to babble. Looking back in my mind, it was one of the most quite, peaceful, relaxing nights I can remember. After awhile we got back in the car, blasted some Jane's Addiction, went home and crashed out.

INTERLUDE:
Sounds nice, doesn't it? Ever heard of the plant that grows in the rain forest, the pitcher plant? I believe it attracts insects into it's maw with a sweet smelling liquid. Well, I think that night was kind of the same thing.

PART 2:
A couple of weeks later, what do ya know? Another boring school night with nothing to do. A good buddy of ours, Tom, was over, and we wanted to go SOME WHERE. You know? SOME WHERE? The place where restless teenagers hang out? So into the invincible, giant Ford LCD. Shag was driving as usual, Tom in the front seat, and me in the back. So, we had mentioned a week earlier to Tom about Styers Ferry Road, and he suggested we go back there.
It was once again a beautiful night, though a bit cooler. The moon was just a sliver in the sky, but the stars once again shined brightly. We drove out there, down the highway, into Clemmons, down some back roads, and turned onto Styers Ferry.

Little Interlude:
I swear on my life and the life of all my loved ones what I am about to type is NOT bullshit in any form. I wish it was...........

PART 2 (Cont.)
Maybe a quarter mile down that road, I started to get an uncomfortable feeling. I guess it could be described as a touch of dread, mixed with a tiny dash of panic. On the way there, all three of us were cutting up, singing to the tunes on the radio, making gross jokes, and on and on. But once we were on that road, SILENCE. I really didn't think about it at the time. It wasn't like it seemed unusual, more like all joy just dried up. I guess they felt the same way I did.
A few more miles down the road, I started to notice a wispiness on the ground, and the further along we got on that road, the more I started to wonder, "Why the hell is it getting foggy?" The are got denser and denser, and I swear to you I could almost see faces in the fog. It WAS spooky. When we approached the hill we go down to the little bridge, I thought it was clearing up, the fog ahead of us was a good bit lighter in the little valley. Then I noticed that ahead of us, up the hill on the other side of the valley, the fog once more was thick.At that time it didn't accrued to me that fog liked to fill low laying areas.
So down we go, down the hill, and across the little bridge. Shag turned the car around on the road so we were facing the bridge. HE STOPPED. At the time it didn't seem so strange that he would stop. This WAS our destination. It's what we were doing that night. Fog? Well, I guess it happens like that sometimes, huh? But it wasn't REALLY like that. It was more like the fog had gotten into our heads. Clouded our reasoning so it was all right to stop, no matter how we where feeling. He cut the lights and the motor, and we sat that way for maybe a minute.
So then Tom says, "Let get out." I don't know if you have ever had a friend like Tom, but you probably have. That guy who ALWAYS has to prove themselves? The guy that is going to get in a fight with a fella 2 feet taller than him, get his ass kicked, and then feel like a bad ass because he had the nerve to do it? Well, that was Tom. Now, I'm no coward in any form, I seem some fucked up, real life shit. People getting killed, guns to my face, friends getting hurt, but I REALLY didn't want to get out of that car. And I voiced that opinion, and Shag seemed very reluctant also. Not to my surprise, we were met by a verbal barrage from Tom, a lot of it questioning our manhood and our sexual orientation, and not to be forgotten, that we may be female dogs. Shag was the first to respond with a weak, "Uh, okay." I caved in, said "WTF ever, but it's fucking spooky out here," and got out of the car.
We hopped on the hood of the car. All our body languages were very tense. I was sitting in the middle, Shag was on my left, and Tom on my right. I noticed that the fog HAD filled the little valley. Actually, in the field beside us, it was dense as could be ,about a foot deep. The little grove of trees somehow seemed lit, as if the stars still shone on them, but till this day, I cannot remember anything about the sky that night. My memories focus entirely on the car, on the ground, the road, the field, the bridge, and that little grove of trees with the pump shed in it.
But luckily for us, Tom bravado wasn't through proving itself. (At least I think it was his bravado, but sometimes I think what happens next, those next words out of his mouth wasn't some strange compulsion, some external force). He said in a quiet voice, (strange as hell for him), "Hey, guys, let walk over to the bridge. I wasn't having it. No way, no how. Shag responded with a very weak, "Okay". So they slid off the hood, and started to walk. I sat there looking at them, not wanted to look at anything else when I knew I was about to be semi-alone. All of a sudden, I thought I heard something. I wasn't sure what it was, and that second I heard it, I thought I had imagined it. Shag and Tom stopped dead in their tracks. They both pivoted around, there eyes were huge a dollar pieces, Shag mouth hanging open. They looked right at me. I said "It wasn't me," and in unison, they said "I know." They hussled quickly back to the car, there faces pale, and everything went to HELL.

Another little interlude:
I hate the way writing this is making me feel. Every time I tell this story, the fear, not the memory of it, but the FEAR comes back. It is painful for me. I fucking hate telling this story, but hey, people find it interesting, so who am I to deny such entertainments?

Part 2 (Cont. Again!!):
All of a sudden, that low laying fog in the field begins to move. Begins to boil, and roll, and seemingly to reach toward us. In that second, we heard of voice. It came from the little grove of trees, where the little pump house was. IT moaned. What was it? I don't know. Maybe it was once human, and that human was probably really really really BAD. Real evil, not movie stuff. The moan seemed to last years. It was deep, and bad, and the only way I can hope to truly describe it was that it put icicles on my soul. It felt as if my bloodstream flash froze for an instant. We stared for a second at the trees, and saw nothing. Then we saw HER.
In the middle of the field, on top of the hill in that direction, maybe 65 yards away, a figure of a young woman in white rose directly up from the fog. SHE was maybe 19 years old, and I saw HER face, and though SHE was so far away, I saw every detail of that face. It was burned into my brain in that instant, and to this day, I still remember it perfectly. I could easily draw it for you. SHE was hurt. Pain is what I felt. Not me personally, but I knew what SHE was trying to relay. SHE was also very, very, very angry. One second, we were frozen. We couldn't move. The next, it felt as if the entire field had lifted up in tsunami fashion, fast as a racing car, and flung itself at us. The woman was rushing toward us, coming for us, coming to hurt us, for what was done to HER, for vengeance, to get the man who hurt HER. (Maybe the voice in the trees? Most likely.)
Our fear I believe that night saved us from death. It was overwhelming, ALMOST. My fight of flight response won over, flight being the top most, and I screamed, or yelled as men are prone to do.(I bet I screamed like a 7 year old girl.) Shag and Tom began to scream and we headed for the doors of the car. I was in in a flash, huddled with my head between my legs with my hands over my head. Shag popped quickly into the driver seat, and turned the keys. Tom had a bit of a harder time. A slight hill was on his side of the car, into the field. He slid half down, but he moved so fast in his terror I laughingly swear he flew back up that hill, feet missing the ground and was in the car.
Shag was a normally very reserved guy. A very careful driver with good sense. Not that night though. The car had to be going 90 miles per hour. Tom was in the front seat screaming "Look Back, Look Back!!!!!!", but I wasn't having anything to do with it. I knew if I looked back, SHE would be right there, and SHE would have me. My soul would be ripped from me, I would be tormented with her. All the way down the road, that feeling of HER
right behind us persisted. The we got to the T-Section where Styers Ferry started. He barely slowed. We fish boned into the dig on the other side of the road, and then pulled out and where on the other country road that WASN'T STYERS FERRY. All of a sudden, the feeling was gone. SHE was gone.
When we got back to the house, I knew what had just happened, didn't happen. I didn't believe in ghost. I was an atheist the, there wasn't spirits. I lost my fucking mind, and had scared the hell out of my friends in the process. So I talked to both of them apart from each other, and asked them what they had seen. It was exactly as my broken (maybe not) mind had experienced it. We slept in the same room that night, too afraid to be alone.

Epilogue:
So, you may be reading this, and say, "This guy is so full of shit," and DAMN I would be soooooo happy if that was the case. If I made it up, I could be a writer, and make a lot of money or something. Cool. Or maybe your thinking "This guy is bug shit crazy." Well, on that one you are partly right. After that night, I developed a few nasty mental disorders, namely chronic paranoia, and OCD. I went to shrinks, and now I am almost back to "Normal." I don't even have to take the drugs anymore. Sweet.
A few years after that, I relayed the story to another person, and they told me that the name of the road had came up in a book she had read. Supposedly, a man had murdered his family very near to there and slept in a bed with their corpses. Maybe that had something to do with it? Who knows?
And my most resent little mind fuck. I was telling this story to some of my co-workers, and I now work near the town of Clemmons, and one of them went white as a sheet. She told me she had been told this story before. Without the voice part, but with HER. Her boyfriend, (who is probably 12 years younger than me), had been to Styers Ferry Road, and experienced
HER. Hell, maybe my tale has gotten to other people. Who knows?

[Friday The 13th]

I've heard a lot of people say that they've seen orbs. I've seen a ghost flat out, but I've never seen orbs before. Some people mistake other things for orbs often, like especially if they're filming something, dust can look like orbs sometimes or even like a moth. I agree with Rosemary's baby, I pretty much think a lot of people don't do their research on such things,and I watch Ghost Hunters too. So yeah, there it is.

I've seen a few ghosts aswell.
The ones I have seen were kinda dark and shadowy though...

And as for orbs just being dust particles,
I do agree with you to some extent, but not all orbs are just dust particles.

[LokiZee]

Ya know, ever since that happened to me, I watch Ghost Hunters, or Paranormal State, and I have to feel that half of the stuff they pick up of it is crap, or I think to myself, "What the hell happened to us that night? Why was our experience so hardcore and everyone elses seem so shadowy and mundane? I think ,maybe, and once again, "who knows," that maybe it was the anniversery of something that happened, like you hear in the stories, "50 years on this exact day............", or maybe I am, or was, more sensitive to stuff like that. Maybe not so sensitive, cause I haven't seen too much after that, besides for my wifes dead grandmother. She was nice. And flowy.:zombie:

[Bojangles]

I wish you had more experiences, selfishly, lol.. This was definitely a great post.

[Friday The 13th]

I wish you had more experiences, selfishly, lol.. This was definitely a great post.

I agree, GREAT post.

[Rosemary's Baby]

Very good post, Loki. My child would see things I didn't see when she was really little. It was very interesting. She wasn't scared at all, just waving and smiling at the wall. Now, she tells ghost stories to kids that spend the night and scares them away. :esnicker:No sleep overs for us.

[Bojangles]

Very good post, Loki. My child would see things I didn't see when she was really little. It was very interesting. She wasn't scared at all, just waving and smiling at the wall. Now, she tells ghost stories to kids that spend the night and scares them away. :esnicker:No sleep overs for us.

That's freakin' awesome!

[LokiZee]

HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEHE........FUNNY KIDDIE:zombie:

[Rosemary's Baby]

What's really great is when she looks at me and says, "But, mommy, that's what you said.":Angel: No, that's not what I said, but whatever. Her cousin called his mom at 3 a.m. last time he stayed over because devil child :devil:told him a story & he was scared. She came rushing over & scared the hell out of the rest of us with an unexpected knock on the door. By this time, my little saint:angelpray:looked at us wide eyed like, what did I do?

[Bojangles]

Hahahahaha! That's great.