In a quiet town, there is a place where the road crosses a deep ravine. People speak of a man who lived there long ago. He was a father who lost his son one terrible night when the river swelled during a storm.
They say the man searched for days, but the river kept its secret. His grief was so great that he never left the ravine, forever looking for what was taken from him.
Now, when the night is dark and the wind is still, some people say you can hear a young voice calling out from the trees. If you listen closely, it sounds like a child asking for his father. And sometimes, a faint, warm glow is seen moving slowly along the water’s edge, as if someone is still searching.