For the most part I believe in the supernatural world, but when it’s convenient, like when I’m in a scary place where ghosts abound, I tell myself they’re not real. I convince myself – I talk to myself – I sing to myself.
Or like in the case of the forts in San Juan, I just didn’t even entertain the thought even though it’s patently obvious that if ghosts were to live anywhere, they would live there.
The tunnels and hallways deep in the fort are stifling and claustrophobic causing your mind to play tricks on you and the hair in the back of your neck stands up – maybe it’s just me. There were times, like when we were in the dungeon that I literally felt a presence of something – and I resisted the urge to run screaming from the room.
That’s not an exaggeration.
I chalked it up to the creepiness of the fort. After all, hundreds of men probably suffered and died within its walls. It’s easy to imagine -
After we got home, the boy looked up hauntings in the fort – thank goodness he waited until after we left the island. He informed me that the forts were some of the most haunted places in the world – in the world? So glad I didn’t know that when I was there.
As I went through our vacation photos, he stood over my shoulder and found orbs in some of them. An orb is a light that has no apparent source and which represents a ghost presence. Ah me – so scary. When I was in Newport News with Neighbors Beth & Susan, we took a ghost tour and tried to capture these elusive orbs with our camera, but were unable. Now as I look through my photos, I realize that I caught something, and I wasn’t even trying. I was in denial remember?
Repeat after me, there are no such things as ghost, there are no such things as ghost . . .
But then I began to see . . . something. Do you see that light source by Sydney-girl? Yeah, that’s an orb. It has no apparent light source but yet, it’s very shiny. It’s a dark room so nothing is reflecting it – that I could see anyway.
In this photo, Sydney-girl is looking at the sea through the long, skinny window. Do you see the light source to the left? It’s pretty innocuous, but look clooooosserrr…
It looks like a figure with a head – well doesn’t it?
I was standing at the entry way and I thought it was me – but then it would have been a shadow, rather than a lighted figure . . . really unusual – or maybe it’s in my mind. But there’s definitely a light source shaped like a head and shoulders don’t you think?
I think this one is the creepiest. Do you see the bluish light source on the tunnel floor? It’s very inconsistent with the light source from the tunnel. According to the boy, it’s a classic orb.
I believe – I believe!
I had to look a little closer at this one. There’s a light below the benches/cots on the lower left of the photo. At first, it’s really not noticeable at all and I couldn’t see what the boy was seeing.
You have to squint a little . . . ok, maybe a lot.
I’ve blown it up for you. Do you see it? It’s underneath the bench, lower left . . .
It’s not exactly conclusive evidence Mr Holmes but it’s close enough.
Look at the above photo. There’s a light source, an orb, on the wall on the lower right.
I should have put an arrow there -
I took two consecutive snaps of my camera and you can see that the light source has moved slightly from the photo above. It looks like a little firefly but there were no bugs in the hallway. And no possible way it could have been illuminated by another light source.
The only possible conclusion? Ghosts! It’s not that far-fetched!
The boy’s theory on ghosts is this. There are two kinds, the benign ghosts, and the kind that mess with you. The benign ghosts do things over and over, like a sentry standing guard. According to the boy, they may not even know they are dead. The second kind of ghosts do things like pull your hair and can actually hurt you. They can be signs of demonic activity or at the same time, they can be angels who protect you. It’s a part of the supernatural world where there is a struggle of good and evil.
When I was a little girl, I loved ghosts stories around the campfire but as an adult, I want to leave the supernatural world alone. I’ve seen too much, felt too much, experienced too much.
Do you believe?