This happened in March of 2006. Late March, around the 24th or 25th, I think. I was driving back from a job site outside of Wells, heading south on Highway 93 toward home. It was past midnight, I remember because I'd worked a double shift and I was exhausted. Just wanted to get home. The highway out there, if you've never driven it, it's just empty. Mile after mile of nothing but scrub and darkness. No towns, no rest stops, nothing. the only one on empty desert highways is eerie - Heath' That time of night, you could go twenty, thirty minutes without seeing another car. It was just me and the road. I was maybe forty miles south of Wells when I first noticed it in my rearview mirror. Just a light, maybe a hundred feet up, maybe a little more. Amber colored, like those sodium lights they have in parking lots, but brighter. Much brighter. At first I thought it was a helicopter, maybe search and rescue or something. But it wasn't moving like a helicopter.
I kept driving, kept checking my mirror. The light stayed right there behind me. Same distance, same height. I'd speed up to seventy, seventy-five, it stayed right there. I'd slow down to fifty, same thing. It never got closer, never fell back. Just held that exact distance behind me. I drove like that for probably twenty-five, thirty miles. The whole time, that light never wavered. I'd take my eyes off the mirror to watch the road, look back, and it was still there. Same position. Same brightness. The weird part was how steady it was, no bobbing, no movement side to side. Just perfectly level, perfectly still, perfectly positioned behind me. I passed a semi heading north around the halfway point, and I remember thinking how normal everything else felt. The road was fine, my truck was running fine, the radio was playing. Everything was normal except for this light that wouldn't leave me alone.
Then, about five miles before the turnoff to Lages Station, I did something I still can't really explain. I slowed down. Not gradually, I mean I took my foot completely off the gas and just let the truck coast. I was doing maybe seventy, and I let it drop to sixty, then fifty, then forty. I wasn't thinking about it. I just did it. The light stayed right there behind me. Same distance, even as I slowed down. And I remember having this feeling, this absolute certainty, that if I stopped completely, something would happen. Something would change. I got down to about thirty miles an hour, and I was just about to pull over when the light vanished. Not gradually. It was just gone. One second it was there, the next second, nothing. I pulled over anyway, got out, looked at the sky. Nothing. No sound, no movement, nothing. Just the wind and the darkness and my truck idling on the shoulder.
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