About a week ago, my dear husband (DH) visited an old abandoned pioneer’s
house just down the road from us and came back with wonderful stories of a
hand-built stone house with hand-hewn rafters, etc. Abandoned since the early
part of the century. It had been “discovered” by rowdy highschoolers who’d
scratched their names and graduation dates on the mortared walls in 1918, but
since then the house had receded into anonymity (save for a few fairly
respectful deer hunters). A story is told that the original owner had shot and
killed a would-be horsethief there, and it’s still owned by descendants of the
original family.
While DH was there, he had a strong, disturbing feeling of being “watched” while
in the main room. (shudder) Yesterday, we both went and took our sons. The boys
are quite attractive to “spirits” as we’ve seen from many photos we’ve taken of
them on our place (a small ranch in Texas). I shot 107 photos within a half-hour
of arriving (at about 2:30 pm on a bright, hot, sunny Texas afternoon). We
explored the house and requested that EVERYONE smile for the camera. Later, I
examined the photos. Of the 107, 18 had orbs of some kind. I say “some kind”
because the orbs recorded in or near the lean-to additions to the house were
diamond-shaped, not elliptical as we’ve always seen.
Actually, we weren’t aware of the existence of diamond-shaped orbs until we
saw these and did a little searching on the internet. All the others were
elliptical. In the main room where DH had his first “feeling” of being watched,
he had suddenly turned to me and said “Behind me, Susan” repeatedly until I “got
it” and snapped a picture. Sure enough, there was a single orb directly behind
him. Our only equipment was our Sony Mavica – my intention was to snap some
photos, then use the .mpg feature to record some sounds. My final photo was to
be of some writing on an attic door, but as my 8yo handed me the camera, he said
“It went black, mom.” Sure enough, the batteries had gone dead. ZAP. Just like
that. My 8yo said “But there was 41 minutes left on the batteries!”. And so
there were, but it was dead dead dead. So no more photos, no evp. DH says that
means “they” don’t want me to take any more photos. I say it means I’ll have to
come back!