Friday, December 7, 2012

A Word About ORBS

      My husband Matthew and I have some very unpopular opinions on the subject of orbs.  From the research we've done we can only conclude that most folks think these fascinating spheres of light are nothing more than dust. I can agree, to a point.  When we catch these orbs on digital cameras, they certainly resemble what dust looks like.  We have purposely stomped on a rug just to get the dust moving and snapped away, revealing a plethora of fancy orbs dancing all over the place. However, there is a problem.   A few years ago, we both started seeing these orbs with our naked eyes.

     We started to notice our dog jumping up from the couch and chasing something unseen. Having already experienced the paranormal, we are, understandably, a bit sensitive to the possibility that there might be something in our presence that we could not see. So we started taking pictures every time our dog behaved this way and, almost without exception, there would be an orb or two right where he was pointing.  They were on the ceiling, on the walls, big ones, little ones, clusters, moving ones with 'jet streams' following them,  and rainbow ones standing still.  The more this happened, the more we really started to pay attention.  I believe we came to the following conclusion:

Just because something looks the same as dust in the camera does not necessarily mean that it cannot be other than dust.

Then we started seeing them with our own eyes, without the camera.  And, we were able to point to where we saw them and take a photo and there they were.  They look like twinkling stars sometimes, or like a small golf ball, occasionally with rays coming off of them.  They look very much like the benign orbs I saw at the house  in which we used to live ......the Grave's End house.  I find it fascinating that this phenomena has once again become commonplace in our home.   We sit by the TV in the living room, cameras by our side, and just relax. We go about our normal evening and sometimes nothing shows up, but.....sometimes......we see the same thing at the same time and get it on camera nine times out of ten.

We have quite the collection of photos at this point. I brought them to a recent lecture I gave and the audience was both interested and very skeptical.  Well, so am I.  But there they are.  I will try to post some of them to this site as soon as I can figure out how.



  1. Hello Mrs. Mercado,

    My name is Angela Flynn and I am a graduate journalism student at NYU. I am writing about a "beat" this semester, and I chose to cover paranormal activity in NYC. My next assignment is to write a profile about someone, and I was wondering if I could write mine about you! I'm very interested in your experiences with the paranormal, and I would love to share your story in my assignment. Please let me know if you would be interested in doing this! Feel free to e-mail me at Thank you, and I look forward to hearing from you!

  2. Hello my name is Angelo and I've lived in Gravesend my whole life. I'm 26 and have seen and experienced things that I haven't felt anywhere else. I was immediately grabbed by the fact there was a book written about Gravesend and the patanormal when I began to speak about my experiences and began to look further into its history online about this area and the Gravesend Cemetery. Once I seen what you had written in your book about the feeling in the home, the pressure you'd feel at the bed, I finally felt I could speak to some one besides a friend. This house has a presence in it that more of my friends are starting to feel, hear and see. This house terrified my grandmother and when I was younger she would always speak about this house being haunted because it was cursed by a woman named Adeleine Spira, that lived upstairs in the second floor apartment when she first moved in back in the early 1920's. The same room, same floor that was where Adeleine lived was allegedly was where I was raised in as a child. My grandmother said she would hang things on the door, there would be weird scents in the home and that on the upper floor where I would have my room, once she had moved she had left the room I'd one day be raised in, was written from left to right repetitively in black, "I curse he and whom ever dwells within these walls, I curse he and whomever dwells within these walls..." over and over. Candles were said to have been there too and the walls were said to have been painted red. I couldn't believe all this as a kid, yet my father said that at around 7 I walked out of my kitchen and a voice had shouted my name "Angelo!" as clear as day, but my father made believe he didn't hear it until I confronted him about my experiences as I got older and that grandma was right. Please write me back, if there's anybody that can understand to a certain degree what these experiences are all about, it would definitely be you. I hope this information has been informative and not too eerie already. Please write me back whenever you get a chance, I'd sincerely appreciate to just speak to someone about what the hell is going on.
    My email is,

    Thank you.