The Unseen Light

The Unseen Light

There is a whisper among those who roam the deep woods at night—a tale shared between hitchhikers and wanderers of the dark stretches of earth. They say it’s something more than ghost stories and campfire tales; it’s a warning, a scream into the void to stay away from the strange lights. They’re the lights that rip through the shadows and fill your veins with a chill so deep that it roots in your very bones, the kind that leaves an impression long after they vanish.

It all started with a man named Travis Meyers. A quiet soul, Travis kept mostly to himself, working odd jobs that led him deep into the heart of the woods. It was a night like any other when he first saw the light—a pale blue beam that seemed to tear the sky open above the treetops. It was so sudden, so blinding, that he lost his footing on the rocky path and found himself sprawled on the ground, eyes transfixed on that beam which cut through the night. He swore it was calling to him.

The beam wasn’t like anything Travis had seen before. It wasn’t the headlight of a car or the beam of a searchlight—it was alive, moving like liquid, twisting and curling as if it had a mind of its own. And as he watched, rooted to the spot in stunned terror, a dense fog began to creep around him, its tendrils curling around his ankles, the dampness seeping into his shoes.

Then came the sound. A deep, humming vibration that seemed to rise from the earth itself. It drummed through his bones, quickening his pulse, as the beam of light narrowed, pinning him to the ground like a fly caught in a spider’s web. He tried to move, but his muscles tensed and locked, as if under an unseen pressure. Above him, the light burned brighter, the fog thickened, and there was a faint scent in the air—something acrid and metallic that clung to the back of his throat.

In that blinding glow, Travis could barely make out the source—a dark, massive shape hovering just beyond his field of vision. It was smooth, impossibly smooth, with no edges or joints, just an infinite, polished surface that seemed to swallow all sound and light around it. From the craft’s underbelly, the light descended, coiling and writhing, seeking out its prey.

His body rose from the ground, as if plucked by invisible strings, and his limbs hung like a puppet’s. He felt weightless, powerless, every sensation a distant echo, every movement a struggle against the unseen force that had wrapped around him. The mist around him swirled, tightening like a noose, and in his dazed state, Travis saw something else—shadows within the fog, slithering shapes that moved just beyond the edge of vision. They were humanoid, their limbs unnaturally long, their faces obscured by the haze, watching with cold, unblinking eyes.

As Travis was pulled upwards, he saw them all standing below—the witnesses. Men and women, frozen in their tracks, eyes wide with terror and awe. They saw him, but did nothing. They stood there, unmoved, unimpressed, as if they were merely waiting for their turn. He recognized some of them—locals, wanderers, passersby who had vanished over the years. Each wore an expression of resigned acceptance, the look of someone who had already seen too much, who knew too well what fate awaited them.

The light grew stronger, tighter, and for a moment, Travis felt a profound stillness—a sense of being on the brink of something vast, incomprehensible. And then, the world exploded into light.

The stories say that Travis Meyers was never seen again. His belongings were found scattered across the clearing, shoes neatly left as if he had simply walked out of them. But no one could explain the burn marks scorched into the earth, or the way the trees around the site were twisted and bent, as if reaching desperately for something long gone.

And still, the lights come. People speak in hushed tones about the beam that descends on cloudless nights, how it snatches those it finds in the open, leaving only smoke and shadows in its wake. They say the lights are watching, and that somewhere, far beyond the stars, Travis Meyers floats in the void—weightless, powerless, endlessly drifting.

For when the lights return, they do not come to take—they come to hunt. And those who stare into that beam of light are left with a single, terrible truth:

The sky is not empty. It has never been empty. And they are unimpressed.


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