As I aimed my camera at the scenic bridge ahead of me, two swirling red orbs caught my attention. At first I thought it was just the sun reflecting off a car or the glassy surface of the stream nearby, but I quickly shifted to more paranormal explanations when the two lights slowly and systematically floated from the bridge beam... across the stream water... and began chasing each other in circles around my feet. I looked all around me to make sure no one was just having a little fun with me, but no person or other moving objects could be seen anywhere.
The
orbs started floating upstream along the creek. When I didn't follow
them right away, they shot back to my feet and then slowly back upstream.
It was as if they were summoning me to walk with them. So I did.
"We" walked quite a long time before they turned away from the stream and began rising up the steep ravine that hovered high above my head.
"Oh FANTASTIC!" I said to myself sarcastically. "They expect me to scale up this frickin' cliffside!"
Still standing there in protest, the orbs floated back to my feet and then back up the cliff.
"Damn it!" I said out loud to the orbs. "Ok, I'll climb... but whatever this is about, it better be worth it!"
Hey! I never claimed to be a mountain climber or anything! Yes, I lost my footing on two separate occasions and tumbled down into the creek. Did those jolly red orbs help me then? No! They just hovered at the top... looking rather impatient, I might add.
Anyway, when I finally made it to the top, the orbs made a quick beeline to an old abandoned barn in the distance. They glowed on the side of the barn near the door as I ran to catch up.
I was in the process of taking a closeup picture of the orbs on the door when it violently flew open, almost whacking my camera out of my hands!
There, before my eyes, was the misty form of a man covered in a white sheet... head bent forward as if he was slumping into unconsciousness.
The orbs once again swirled around my feet and then sort of "melted" into a small blood-colored puddle-shape on the floor under the apparition.
A couple of mind-clearing blinks-of-the-eyes later, both the ghost and the orbs were gone.
The barn was empty inside... yet filled with a powerful eerie sense that a terrible secret was trying to find expression.
I asked one of the men who maintains the grounds of this property, "What was this barn used for in the past?"
He said he didn't really know. He also said, "We stay out of there because it's haunted. Something damn-well ain't right inside that building. Gives me the creeps!"
That night I had a quick flash of a dream while I slept. I saw an unfamiliar older man's face. His eyes were glowing red... like the two red orbs that led me to the barn.
The next day I went back to the barn in the afternoon, but no clue-giving paranormal events occurred. Not the next afternoon nor the evening of the next day either. Yet, I continued to feel compelled to revisit this place.
On the fourth day, I stopped by the barn in the morning before work. The older man in my dream was standing there with his dog, looking somberly at the barn with pained depth.
I
introduced myself and we chatted about nothing for a few minutes.
Then I asked, "Do you come here often?"
"Every morning for the past 40 years," he said with sadness.
I knew he was talking about himself when he said, "A man I know enlisted the help of one of his friends and executed a brutal plan of revenge against a guy who was caught in an affair with his wife. They tied a sheet over him so he wouldn't be able to see from which angle the countless blows were being hurled. They then took him to the cliffedge just a few yards from here and shoved him downward into the rocks. They dragged his body along the creek until they found themselves under a bridge. They finished him off by ramming his head into the bridge's steel foundational beam until he died. The accomplice to this murder died a couple of years later in a horrible motorcycle accident. He was only 28 years old. His head was mangled beyond recognition. And the mastermind behind this crime... well, he's still alive... and trying to make sense of it all."
"If I was that mastermind-guy," I said, "I would be pleading for the grace and mercy of God about now."
"He doesn't buy into that religious crap!" snapped the older man.
"What did they do with the body?" I asked.
"Buried it under the bridge," he said. "Then got scared and dug it up 2 nights later and reburied it on a large wooded piece of farm property in Olean, New York where it would be much less likely to ever be discovered."
The older man and I parted ways after that. I came across his name in the obituaries a week later. Hospital records revealed he died of a brain aneurysm. He was only 61 years old.
There was a lot for me to ponder in this tragic series of events...
[1] The TWO orbs must have symbolized the TWO killers,
[2] The orbs retraced the killer's steps... taking me from the bridge abutment where the victim was finished off... along the stream where he was dragged... up the hill where he was cast down... and to the barn where it all began, and
[3] The head-related deaths of both killers seems like some type of judicial restitution for the way in which they fatally rammed their victim's head into the steel bridge foundation.
Consider this Bible passage in Deuteronomy 19:11-12...
"But if any man hates his neighbor and lies in wait for him, and attacks him and wounds him mortally so that he dies, and the assailant flees,
"Then he shall be given over to the avenger of blood, so that he may die."
Ghostly tales of murdered souls that stalk and hunt for haunting revenge could very well be the "blood avengers" of the spirit world. They vehemently and tirelessly prowl with eyes like furious glowing orbs until they find their assailants and execute their untimely deaths. A spirit-world "murder", if you will.
Often the method by which the blood avenger retaliates DRAMATIZES in some way the method by which he himself was unjustly killed.
An eye for an eye... a tooth for a tooth... a head injury for a head injury...
Truly seeking the forgiveness of God is the only way to remain hidden from the glowing orbs of the blood avenger's murderous eyes.
