Ghost light, show yourself!

March 1, 2025

by Wendell

It had been a long time since I last saw anything strange, but this past Halloween, something changed.

I decided to go out to the old country road where people say a ghost light appears. It was the perfect night—cold air, full moon, and no one else around. I expected to see more people out, but I only passed one or two cars. They didn’t stay. By the time I reached the dirt road, I was completely alone.

I stepped out of my car and called, “Ghost light, show yourself!”

The air was still. The fields stretched out on both sides of me, covered in low-growing crops. Two old trucks sat abandoned at opposite ends of the field. The place was quiet—too quiet.

I stood there for a while, watching, waiting. I asked the light to appear in a way that wouldn’t frighten me. I don’t know why I said that. Maybe deep down, I already knew it was listening.

A few minutes later, I saw it.

A small glow, low to the ground, flickered once in the middle of the field. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But then, it started moving. It swayed side to side, like it was floating toward me. It wasn’t bright—not like a flashlight or car headlights. It was faint, bluish, like a dying ember.

It was coming fast.

My heart pounded as I backed up, but I couldn’t look away. The light was only a few yards from me now. I didn’t wait to see what would happen next—I ran straight to my car, slammed the door, and sped off down the dirt road.

Even after I drove away, I wasn’t ready to go home. I took another turn onto a different dirt road, one that ran parallel to where I had just been. People say the ghost light appears there too, even closer, sometimes right outside your car window.

I parked at the crossroads, rolled down my window, and called again.

Silence.

The feeling here was different. Heavy. Dark.

I kept glancing at my mirrors, half-expecting something to be standing behind me. The road ahead looked endless, stretching into nothingness.

I waited a few minutes, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands were shaking. My chest felt tight. I had to go.

That night, I didn’t see much—but I saw enough. The ghost light is real. I know it’s still out there, waiting for the next person foolish enough to call for it.

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