When I was a teenager, I had no idea what an “orb” was. At the time, if I saw something strange, I just assumed my mind was playing tricks on me. It wasn’t until years later that I realized I had witnessed one of the most classic paranormal orb experiences imaginable—and I wasn’t the only one in the room who saw it.
A Quiet Night with an Unexpected Turn
I was babysitting my infant cousin in my Aunt and Uncle’s large master suite. The baby was fast asleep in his bassinet, and I was relaxing in a rocking recliner watching television. Their small toy-breed dog, Brandon, was curled up peacefully on a blanket at the foot of the bed.
Suddenly, Brandon jumped up and ran to the bedroom door. He stood there, peering into the living room and tilting his head from side to side. I assumed my Aunt and Uncle had pulled into the driveway, but then Brandon took off at full speed. I could hear his dog tags jingling as he raced through the house.
Chasing the Unknown
Curious, I looked out the bedroom door. Brandon was sprinting the entire length of the house—from the foyer through the living room and into the kitchen, then back again. That’s when I noticed them: two glowing orbs, about the size of ping-pong balls, flying three feet off the floor.
One was a vibrant red and the other was green. They moved in tandem, staying close together with Brandon hot on their heels. In my teenage mind, I dismissed these paranormal orb experiences as a result of being tired. I remembered seeing “colored dots” when I was a toddler, and my mom had always told me it was just because my eyes were sleepy. I stood there and watched, perfectly calm, thinking my eyes were simply playing tricks on me.
The Realization
The chase didn’t last long. Poor Brandon eventually wore himself out and curled back up on his blanket. I went back to my TV show and didn’t think much of it until my late twenties.
When I finally learned about paranormal orb experiences and the way spirits can manifest as light, the memory hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes weren’t “sleepy”—the dog had seen them too. Brandon wasn’t chasing a hallucination; he was chasing two distinct, colorful lights that shouldn’t have been there. I have never seen anything like it since, but I’ll never forget the night a little dog ran himself to exhaustion chasing the impossible.
