My Unforgettable Night at a Marriott: UFOs and Orbs

I’ve been quiet on the blog lately, not because the encounters stopped, but because something new has been brewing behind the scenes. Still, I wanted to share one of those moments where the ordinary brushes shoulders with the extraordinary, and everything shifts.

It was during one of our first few dates in Baltimore. My husband and I were looking for privacy my home was full of energy at the time, a little too lively so we chose a hotel. Just a simple night, we thought. A cozy place. A Marriott.

As we drove, he surprised me by opening the sunroof. It was winter. Cold, crisp. But instead of shivering, I looked up and was struck by how alive the sky felt. The stars were sharp, bright. The kind of night that hums at you softly, like it’s trying to get your attention.

Then I saw it.

There was something following us.

I blurted it out “There’s a UFO above us.” My heart was racing. It was big, silver, with lights flickering underneath, blue, red, maybe green. The lights moved like a performance. Alive. Beautiful.

My husband, of course, couldn’t see it. I kept pointing, practically bouncing in my seat, but to him the sky was empty. Still, I know what I saw. Some things aren’t meant for every pair of eyes.

We pulled into the hotel, checked in, and went up to our room. A standard Marriott. Except, if I’m being honest, this chain and I have history.

My first supernatural encounter happened in a Marriott too, in San Juan, Puerto Rico, one of my ancestral homelands. I was seven. The ocean called to me, so I stayed up, listening to its rhythm through the balcony door while my family slept. That’s when I saw him. A man stepped into the room from the 15th floor balcony. Neat hair. Pinstripe suit. Cigar smoke curling in the air. No fear just a weird, electric stillness. He didn’t belong there, not physically. That moment haunted me quietly for years. My first true “something’s not right” experience.

Back in Baltimore, I thought we were just in for a quiet night.

But the veil had other plans.

I set my things on the bed and went to the bathroom. Washed my face. Looked up. And there they were, orbs. Dozens of them. White lights, soft but alive, floating around the room like stars had wandered indoors.

I ran out, ready to tell my husband, but he was already staring, wide eyed. The whole room was glowing. These orbs danced around us, bathing everything in a dreamlike light.

Time got strange. Not frozen, exactly just…paused. Like we were being allowed to peek behind reality’s curtain for just a minute. And in that minute, everything shimmered.

We didn’t say much. There wasn’t much to say. You don’t need words when the universe is performing in front of you.

That night stitched itself into my memory not just because of the orbs or the sky following craft, but because of the feeling. A kind of sacredness. Like love, mystery, and the unknown all decided to rent the room with us.

And funny enough? It brought me full circle to another Marriott, another moment, another version of me seeing something she couldn’t explain.

Maybe that’s the real secret about these places. Maybe they’re more than hotels.

Maybe they’re portals.