The view was stunning, with a creek

March 1, 2025

by Geraldine

3 min read

Story Premise 3 min read (428 words)

"We moved from a tropical paradise to a quaint, older apartment on the third floor. The view was stunning, with a creek and river visible from the back windows. We were thrilled to find a beautiful lot across town and were in the process of finding a builder. Life was simple, with a low-paying job […]"

We moved from a tropical paradise to a quaint, older apartment on the third floor. The view was stunning, with a creek and river visible from the back windows. We were thrilled to find a beautiful lot across town and were in the process of finding a builder. Life was simple, with a low-paying job and enjoying the bike paths and parks along the river.

One early morning, as usual, I lay awake between 2:00 and 3:30 a.m. I had to stay still to avoid waking our Yorkie, who would bark and bite my feet, waking my wife. Our king-sized bed took up most of the small room, with the door close to the end of the bed. The door was open, and the living room was dimly lit by plug-in lights. A floodlight outside provided a faint glow through the curtains.

I tried to fall back asleep, counting calming things like marbles and ducks. As I lay on my right side, I saw a small orb come around the door jamb. It moved slowly, about the size of a golf ball, and was now six feet from my head, gliding along the wall. It wasn’t bright like the orbs I’d seen in photos or videos. It was a dull, vanilla color, almost as if it was old and damaged. I watched it pass my head and head towards the corner.

I questioned my sanity, trying to debunk what I saw. Could it be car lights? But the orb was lower than the window, and the curtains were closed. An eye floater? Probably not. I had never seen anything like it before.

Minutes later, my wife started stammering and breathing heavily. She was in a high-pitched verbal fight, her words unintelligible. It sounded like she was in trouble. I yelled her name and shook her awake. She told me a man was chasing her in her dream, a very scary man. By morning, she had forgotten most of it. The timing of her nightmare and my seeing the orb made me wonder if the orb had influenced her dream.

In our current home, at the beginning of 2021, I had a terrifying dream. An orb, about six inches in diameter, with the face of a dark-haired man, chased me from the garage into the laundry room, through the hallway, and into our bedroom. The man in the orb was telling me to hurt my wife. I yelled back, “NO, NO, I’M NOT GOING TO DO IT.” I woke up both my wife and myself with my yelling. What was happening?

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