I haven't seen orbs, but I had an encounter with ball lightening once 25 yrs ago. Scared the hell out of me and my coworkers who saw it as well…
As far as strange, unexplained experiences I have one to offer. I have never been able to make sense of it. There is no explanation…
I was in grade school. A buddy and I were out playing, and we'd wandered quite a ways from home until we found ourselves in a cemetery. We really didn't care it was a cemetery. In fact my father would walk my sister and I there as children, and we'd take paper and crayons and do reliefs from the gravestones. To me it was a distant, yet familiar place.
As we marched through the sprawling landscape we came to a structure much like an amphitheatre. It looked like a roman ruin at that age, and our curiosity peeked, we ventured forth. This is were strangeness seeps into the story.
As we moved towards the open, stone pillared area both of us without warning, or motion, or signal of any sort stopped dead! It was as if we each fell into our own private quagmire. I remember feeling the absolute certainty that someone or something was hiding in the bushes/trees beyond the amphitheatre. I can't explain the sensation.
My friend was beside me the whole time, having stopped the instant I did. We did not communicate for one second. We somehow shared this experience only through proximity, and what was building inside us. That fear .. that feeling of utter certainty that something was beyond, and out of sight grew. A palpable fear draped over me like a heavy, chilled blanket. It held me planted where I stood, my eyes affixed to one single point in that treed area in front of me. My breathing became shallow, and strained. I was too young to know what an adrenaline dump was but looking back I'm sure my body was coursing with those chemicals .. flight or flight?!
I didn't know what to do. I knew I had to somehow communicate with my buddy who was a stone statue just within my peripheral vision but I didn't want to make a single sound. I couldn't. I felt if I made a noise 'it' would hear and we'd be goners.
*getting chills recalling this next part…*
At the EXACT same instant, without seeing one another, we BOTH thrust up our arm suddenly and pointed in EXACTLY the same direction!!!!
Now WHY the hell did two kids do that?! Sure we were scared. But who does that? It was almost as if we were compelled to do it. Almost like sleeping paralysis where you finally let out a sudden and grotesque scream because you're sensing you're suffocating.
Well, I gotta tell you, if we were scared s***less BEFORE we pointed at lightening speed towards the same damn spot, we were FREAKING out now!!! I think we looked at each other at that moment .. looked at the other's arm outstretched and with eyes bugging out in disbelieve, gasped.
It was too much, we HAD to say something to each other. It went something like "WTF?????!!!". I don't recall exactly but what the hell else would we have uttered? We HAD to do something! We conspired quietly to move slowly in the direction we had been pointing. Together we mustered the resolve to do so..step upon step, grass submitting beneath the late afternoon sun and our frightened soles.
Eternity it what is seems like to walk yourself towards such a dark, and formidable unknown. There was enough light for us to see beyond the wall of dark green and to begin picking up details - the pine trunks stood like sentinels upon the hill that swept back away from us. We hoped a half wall of stone to move into the woods. Infused with greater courage now that those woods seemed reasonably lit.
We quickly reviewed the location or at least the direction that we would have been pointing at and continued our search. We didn't have a single clue 'what' we we looking for. It was more like we felt if we fumbled around in that area we would find nothing, and life without such bone chilling mystery would return once more; delivered from this nightmare. But this wasn't to be…
I'll never forget this as long as I live. And definitely not since being inundated with episodes of criminal minds and the like.
As we searched that small area which we felt had been the focus of our fear, and dread I came upon something disturbing. On one of the larger pine trees, on the side of the tree AWAY from where we had been stopped in our tracks some 100' away I found something I don't even wish to try and explain. There on the trunk around chest height was a page from what must have been a Playboy magazine and it was secured to the trunk with thread?! Around and around the thread wound ..
I just stood there slack jaw, stunned. I motioned to my buddy, and the two of just stood there, our minds begging for an answer to what the hell it meant. Pornography, yeah great. BUT in a cemetery?? BOUND to a tree with THREAD??! Who the hell carries thread??? And naturally our minds, already in a free fall, tumbled headlong into the biggest question .. the most frightening of questions -
WHY, or WHAT had stopped us DEAD in our tracks earlier. WHY in Gods name had this happened? It was NOT a coincidence, that much we knew .. and that much we had to live with.
To this day I recall that experience from time to time. Nothing has ever happened in my lifetime even remotely close to that experience. No that I know what I didn't know then at that age, I'm pretty sure I can guess what it all meant. The picture that is .. staged like it was .. looking out over grave plots .. or at least one 'special' plot, I'm certain. BUT the event that transpired 'prior' to my finding that picture is inexplicable…
I would have settled for an orb. I swear, really would have.