Ghost orb pictures are among the most popular evidence of hauntings, and orbs can be the easiest subjects for beginning ghost photographers.

Some people seem to attract ghost orbs more than others. We’ve known ghost hunters who never see orbs in their photos, but they get great EVP… and vice versa.

Those of us who do capture ghost orbs in pictures, also seem to bring home higher percentages of ghost orb photos each time. We don’t know if the ghosts have become more comfortable with us, or if we’re developing an innate sense of where the orbs are.

Some ghost researchers claim that one or two orb photos per hundred is very good. In profoundly haunted locations, as many as 35% of our photos will include genuine orbs.

However, at The Myrtles Plantation, we had no orbs in pictures where humidity should have produced them.

The photo at left was taken in back of The Myrtles Plantation, near the marshy land and pond. We expected at least a half dozen false (natural) orbs in this and other photos.

(We haven’t analyzed other patterns yet, such as images in the grass that may be significant.)

We include this photo to show you that, even in a very haunted location, professional ghost hunters don’t always find great orbs or other anomalies in their photos.

INDOOR ORBS

Indoors, we generally get more false orbs from reflecting glass and metal surfaces. At the right, you can see one of our few good orb photos taken at The Myrtles Plantation. (An enhanced close-up is shown, below.) That’s a broken piano at the entry to the most haunted wing of The Myrtles Plantation. We checked the piano carefully, and some of the keys are jammed so that the piano doesn’t work. We also examined it closely for microphones or other evidence of a hoax. It’s a real, broken piano with nothing added. There’s no sound equipment anywhere in that wing, that could account for what we heard later that night.
After dark, The Myrtles Plantation changes from a pleasant historic home to one of America’s most haunted sites. During our visit, that piano started playing all by itself, around midnight. It wasn’t a melody, but the “plink, plink, plink” of a small child tapping on the keys at the far right side of the keyboard.

The experience was eerie, but one of the less startling events of a dramatic night at The Myrtles Plantation.

We weren’t at all surprised to see an orb over the piano in several of our photos–taken from different directions–including this one.