i'm not that good at stories but i have one if anyone's interested >be me, living in shitty Midwest town >super small, less than 500 people >only child, parents moved there cause it was cheap as shit >they tried to make it sound like they were making some savvy decision to move there, but it was pretty much cause we were poor as fuck >i was there during my high school years, and there was absolutely nothing to do but drink and occasionally get some shitty weed >the nearest Walmart was an hour away, you get the idea >i had a small group of friends that accepted me pretty fast so that was a plus >we would just drink beer and drive around dirt roads and make fires in the woods and shit >my best friend at the time, Cooter(just a nickname that i still find hilarious), was one of the coolest dudes you could ever meet >he was pretty much the only normal person in that town,and he once told me how happy he was that i had moved there (no homo) >most of the other people that i met there were people who didn't get out enough and that just made them weird over the years >there was one dude named Douglas who was the weirdo that even the weirdos thought was fucked up >this guy was like 40 and just spent all his time walking around talking into his zippo >and when i say walking around i mean walking everywhere >you would see him on random roads, cutting through yards, walking through fields, he'll come up on you in the woods, you name it >and the whole time he's lookin straight ahead whispering into his lighter >anyway, the main part of the story isn't about him exactly >the main part is about this shitty ass road that people called Jethros Gully >the road didn't really have a name, but that area was called Jethros Gully, and people would say, "lets cut through Jethros Gully" so we just called the road that >anyway, i don't know why it was called that and i never found out but it was kind of a fuck spot that only teenagers would go through >the reason people don't go through there is because it's not maintained at all and at some point they laid down a better road that just goes around that whole area >also like 17 people died on that road because of how shit it is >basically it goes down hill kinda, and then there is a sharp turn at the bottom, with like a creek right there, i guess that's the gully i'll make a picture of it because so you can get what i'm talking about anyway, like i said over the years a lot of people died in that spot because it can get slick after the rain they even put up guard rails at one point but people hit it so many times that they don't even maintain that shit, everyone just uses the other road like i said Douglas, the guy who talks to his lighter, had an accident there and his brother died in the accident and Douglas was never the same after that so what is the point of all this?" i'm getting there, calm the fuck down if this town had one claim to fame, at the very least locally, it would be Jethros Gully not just because of the accidents, but because of the orange light out there you see, right on the corner you can see this orange light out in the field and when you drive up there at night, you see the light out there, and it looks like a farmhouse window 1 but guess what, there ain't nothing over there as soon as you turn the corner and keep driving, the light disappears so naturally people speculate, optical illusion, shit light that >one night in the fall, Cooter and i were drinkin beers, driving around >wound up at the spot >i had been living in that town for only a little while compared to most at that point, and i was still curious about the orange light >to most people it was just something that they cock their head and go oh would you look at that and move on with their day >but i wanted to figure out once and for all what was causing it >so like i said Cooter and i had had a few and we ended up at Jethros Gully by the turn >we get out and continue drinkin our beers, we can see this fucking thing out there in the field, and i swear it looks almost exactly like a window >i tell Cooter, lets go over there and see what it is >he says it's an optical illusion, there is nothing over there >yeah but whats causing it? >he says lets do it >we climb down into the frickin ditch and cross the creek into the field, and it's really dark out so we're just guessing as to where we are stepping >we're keeping an eye on the light the whole time and just walking towards it >farm fields look kinda smooth from the road, but trust me they aren't >we keep walking and talking along the way, coming up with theories about what it is and all that >once we are about half way through the field i start seeing some definition in the light >i swear it looks like a window with the little wooden cross in the middle, and on the sides it almost looks like curtains >Cooter says he doesn't see it, it's just a blob of light to him >we keep getting closer, and to my dismay the light begins to dim >we keep getting closer and it keeps getting dimer >closer and closer, dimer and dimer >until finally we are right where it had been, and it's gone >we start heading back to the car after that >once we get there we see that Douglas is standing by the car looking at us >"Did you see them?" >Cooter and i looking at each other like wtf? >"That's where they all are, over at that farm house" >no we didn't see anything man >we ask him if he needs a ride or anything "No" >he just keeps walking down the road >Cooter and i get in the car and drive back to town talking about the light and what Douglas was saying >it was a pretty surreal experience >i've moved away since and haven't been back in many years >still don't know what the light is