i was a college student and was visiting milwaukee, wi for the weekend with my friend. one night, i couldn't sleep and went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. i was listless, so i went to the window and stared out from the second floor. from the left side, what i can only describe as a round ball came into view. it was close to the size of a beachball, but slightly depressed on top so it wasn't a perfect circle. it was solid and i couldn't see through it. It was an opaque color of gray or whatnot. it moved completely smooth. i wasn't frightened and tried to process in my mind what i was seeing. the first thought that entered my mind was 'oh, it's a tumbleweed.' then i was like, 'stupid, there are no tumbleweeds in the city, and tumbleweeds don't move like that.' then, i thought, it moves like a kid on a skateboard, but it obviously wasn't. it was just something i had never encountered before that i was trying to put into a frame of reference that i could understand, but i couldn't. as it moved across the street, it slowed and came to a halt behind a car. i could no longer see it and was still not scared because i didn't know what it was. i kept standing there and waiting. after a few seconds, the object came out from behind the vehicle and went back on its trajectory across the street. i would've been content to watch it move on, but it turned into the driveway of the house i was in. that was when i somehow instinctively knew that it was coming for me, and i bolted.
Sounds like something I saw when I was half-asleep in my bedroom. I was still lying in bed shortly before dawn when I could hear the sound of chanting swelling all around me. "Nigher. Nigher. Nigher," the many-voiced chorus said. I was afraid, being surrounded by beings that I could hear, but could not see. I looked all around me, and everything in my bedroom looked normal, until I noticed a glowing ball of white light in one corner of my room. I thought that it might just be the light coming in from the window, but it looked spherical and dense to me, and more than four times the size of an adult human's head. Gradually, the ball rose up from my floor up to my ceiling, while the chanting grew louder and louder still.
Then suddenly, the white ball vanished, and the chanting stopped abruptly.
That morning, my older ESTP sister asked me at breakfast if I noticed anything strange happening toward dawn. I asked her why she asked that question, and if it was because she heard me stirring in my bedroom.
No she did not hear me stirring in my bedroom, she said. But she had an inexplicable feeling that scared her - she said that she somehow sensed an other-worldly presence in her bedroom that woke her up that early.
So I told her what I had experienced that same dawn.
This happened toward April of 2009. I did some random research on the web, and my semi-dream event seems to have coincided with the Jewish sun blessing of April 8 - a rare event that happens every 28 years according to
this news article.
I also did more research on "glowing balls of light" and from what I've been reading they're called spiritual orbs by some. And I have three other "glowing ball" stories - one about my ESTP sister and two about a friend who self-types as ESTP. In all three stories, the orbs preceded the prodigious manifestation of intellectual gifts in childhood and adolescence. In all three stories, the fiery orbs were hanging over the heads of my sister and my friend - as recounted by the dumbfounded adults who saw them.
If there are such things as ghosts, i think that is why they gravitate towards children, because children had no idea what a ghost is and why they should fear them.
Boy do I have another weird story from childhood for you! And this time, it seems, a (human) ghost figured in it.
I was still a small child at the time, and still sleeping in the same room as my older ESTP sister, when I was awakened by a keen awareness that someone was in our bedroom. For fear that someone had truly walked into our bedroom, I was afraid to open my eyes. But slowly, I was able to dig up the courage to look at it. It was nothing more than an opaque black silhouette of a man walking toward a corner of our room, near where my head lay. The black figure crouched down over the opaque black silhouette of a box right beside my bed. At this point, I just shut my eyes and tried to convince myself that it was all a dream.
The next morning, as I was coming down the stairs, I saw my sister at the breakfast table, telling my mother something in an unusual tone of voice. My sister looked quite disturbed, and was convinced that she had seen a ghost in our bedroom the night before.
At this point I was like - sh*t. If I'm not the only one who saw something, then I wasn't dreaming.
My ESTP sister went on to describe in exact detail what I had seen the night before. And we both agreed that the silhouette looked as flat as cardboard - almost like a shadow projected against a wall, but much more opaque than an actual shadow.
And I was the kid who never, not for one moment, believed in Santa Claus or fairies. So that experience pretty much threw me off. How such things could happen, I was at a loss to explain.
But my ESFP mom, being the resourceful extrovert that she is, and convinced that my sister and I had seen a ghost, asked the security guards assigned to the compound if they were around during the construction of the house, and if anything unusual had happened during the time.
The only thing they could come up with that could relate to our possible ghost siting was that one of the carpenters who had worked on the house had died of a heart attack in that house during its construction. My ESTP sister added that the opaque black box that we had both seen the silhouette bending over might have been a toolbox that the carpenters used.
I still wonder what it was that my sister and I saw that night. Who knows - maybe we did see the ghost of a dead carpenter!