Biblio At Warwick Castle

To begin with, I must confess that I have been openly skeptical about orbs and orb photography on this forum. When I see a photograph containing an unidentified glow, my typical reaction is to run through a list of likely explanations: "Dust particle? Bug? Raindrop? Cobweb? Chipped lens? Refraction? Shutter aperture artifact? Reflected camera flash?"

Once in a while, I run an image through the battery of questions and alternative explanations but they do not account for what I can plainly see is in the picture. Back in September of 2016, when Chelscp11 posted her narrative "My Step Dad Passing And Picture" (https://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=23744) I had to conclude that her photograph, if genuine, was indeed an orb. I was not the only skeptic who had trouble making sense of the image, as Rook also couldn't get all of the details to conform to the expected appearance of a natural phenomenon.

Last Thursday, as I entered the school's south stairwell, the afternoon sun reflected off the frame of my glasses. My first thought was, "that's just a reflection, not like the thing I saw in Warwick." I stopped in my tracks; I am surprised when my memory throws curveballs at me.

One of the best-preserved medieval castles in Britain is Warwick Castle. Part of the reason for this is that the castle was still a residence until about the 1960s. Take a moment to search google Images, if you'd like, as it is a remarkable structure.

Allegedly, at some point in history, a servant killed his master in the bedroom of what is now called "The Ghost Tower." Subtle, I know. If I recall correctly, the servant was in the middle of robbing his master when said employer awoke and the straightforward robbery diverged from the original plan, becoming somewhat more stab-oriented than anticipated. For years afterward, people who slept in that guest room would claim to hear violent pushing and desperate struggling noises during the night, hence the renaming of the Guest Tower to Ghost Tower.

Last time I saw Warwick, back around 1998 or so, the whole ghost tower bedroom had been made-over in the style of a Disney Attraction, with a serious-sounding narrator on speakers, lightning crashes, etc. However, back around 1984 or 1985, none of the modern efforts to make the room "exciting" were in place. It was a decent-sized bedroom with access to the tower's main stairs, and there were a couple of oddly-shaped nooks and niches so daylight could enter the room through windows.

I was on a school trip and I had lingered behind in the room as my group had moved on. There were four or five other visitors in the room. As I stood near the bottom right corner of the bed, I saw a floating sparkle drift slowly across the bed. I did not wear glasses at that point in time, so I know it wasn't a reflection; it looked like an electric dandelion seed, floating lazily about the room about five feet above the floor. I followed it as it made its way over the bed before it drifted around a corner into what I *expected* to be a short hallway; it was nothing of the kind! There was an angled niche about eight feet deep, terminating in a high-backed wooden chair sitting underneath a window that was well above floor-level. The shiny object that I had been following paused above the chair seat for a moment or two, then shot off through the closed window. None of the complete strangers in the room had followed me, as they had been reading the informative signs, perhaps looking at a tapestry or something, so I have no reason to suspect them of an elaborate prank. My friends were in the chamber below the one I was in; I could hear some of the noise they were making echoing up the stairs. At that time, I had not heard of orb phenomena, so I didn't even know what it was. The really peculiar part, from my perspective, was that the ghost manifestations were supposed to be audible and nocturnal, not visible in normal daylight.

While I still have reservations about orbs in general, this was something I saw that fits the criteria. I chalked it up to being an odd encounter and I don't believe I've mentioned it to anyone since 1993 or 1994.

As always, I welcome comments from fellow YGSers, and I'll answer whatever questions I can. What I can't do is make this somewhat dry description into an exciting narrative, because it wasn't exactly a pulse-pounding adrenaline rush. I witnessed a peculiar event, and followed the object in an effort to find out what it was; instead, I was baffled by the object's strange departure.