Ghosts and Orbs, Oh My.

The group decided to walk down some random side streets because I said "That is a stupid idea".  So out of sheer spite we went on a wild detour and ended up at the Tolomato Cemetery.  Erin claims that she took some pictures the last time she was there and caught orbs of a boy.  I called "BS" on the whole scenario, took a picture of the gravestone she referred to, then the tree where she caught the orbs, and sure enough my camera had to go ahead and pick up orbs.  Unfortunately I had to eat my own words, here is the reveal:

Headstone of boy.

Orbs in tree, Erin was vindicated.

After this second round of orbs I called the boy a bad name
out of frustration.

Then the orbs disappeared, hmmm.