In 2009 during my 3rd semester at
the College of Charleston I ventured out to Jacksonboro, South Carolina
with 3 of my good friends. We had been driving for approximately half
an hour when the navigation lady said, "right turn approaching in
200-yards". Instantly all of us looked for the road but to our
astonishment saw 3 deer in the road instead. We all screamed while Ally
veered away from hitting these montrosities, seconds later our turn
came up and we coasted down Parkers Ferry Road.
To the untrained eyes this road seemed pretty
normal, but to our trained eagle eyes we knew that deep down it was
haunted by the dead preacher. The woods surrounded both sides of the
road, crickets chirped uncontrolably, and the moon was as bright as I'd
ever seen it. We continued down the road for about 2 miles before we
saw the infamous church. We pulled into the driveway, flashed our
lights 5 times, got out of the car, then yelled, "preacher, preacher I
know where your daughter is". Instantly the crickets stopped chirping
and we all became paranoid. Against our better judgement we pulled out
of the church and drove in the direction we had just come from for
about 3/4 of a mile, then pulled to the side of the road.
Only seconds had gone by when we saw a red light
appear in the distance. This wasn't a regular red light though, this
light was swaying back and forth and getting closer too! The girls
couldn't handle it so they got back in the car and locked the doors.
Chris and I hadn't figured it out yet though, there had to be something
about it! We watched without breaking contact for about 5 minutes
before the girls had decided it had gotten too close and we had to
leave. I haven't been back since and continue to wonder what the
swaying light could possibly have been.