reply to post by BindareDundat
Gee, it might have been my brother who told you this, because he and a friend had an almost identical experience some years ago.
Both live on the Gold Coast and were heading home after a couple of weeks in the bush. I'm not sure where they were exactly, but they were making
their way towards the South Burnett region I think, coming in from roughly the north-west.
As you describe, my brother (who was driving) noticed what he believed was a motor-bike behind, with its high-beam on and coming up fast. When it
didn't overtake, it began to annoy. His under-breath comments alerted his mate (who was asleep until then) who also looked to the rear.
The light would come up very fast, as if to overtake. But didn't. Then would drop back a bit and hang there. This went on for miles. As you'd
know, you rarely see another vehicle out in the bush at night and those you do see don't hang around behind you with their high beam on.
This light would come so close up behind that it lit up the interior of my brother's vehicle. At that point, it was apparent it couldn't be a
motor-bike, because the light was too high off the road surface. They couldn't work it out .. was it a truck with only one light ? Was it a
'monster truck' with only one headlight ? Whatever it was, it was really getting the better of my brother and his mate's patience (both of whom
were in their mid to late 30s at the time, both married with families).
My brother accelerated to try to get rid of it. The light easily kept pace.
At the end of his tether, he slowed down to a crawl. The light slowed down ... stayed behind them .. circled out wide (hundred or more metres) to the
side and now way off the road .. then would appear behind them again.
Finally, my brother stopped dead. The light went over
his car. That's when my brother's mate began to be freaked out.
The light then appeared ahead of them and facing them.
My brother drove straight at it. It disappeared and reappeared behind them again.
So, my brother took off and drove fast for several miles, trying to shake it. The light stayed behind, lighting up the inside of the car as
Intrigued more than angry now, my brother took the first turn-off he came upon and was now driving up a dirt road at roughly right angles to the road
he'd been on before. The track led uphill, surrounded by tall grass with what looked like thick trees at the top of the hill. He looked behind to
see if the light was still hanging behind, because if so, it would be getting a load of dust.
Then, his mate pointed to the left. The light was flying up the hill, easily keeping pace with the car -- except the light wasn't travelling along
any road and seemed to be flying over the tops of the tall grass or crops or whatever it was.
My brother's mate, who had post-traumatic stress from experiences in Papua New Guinea was by now screaming at my brother to 'Just let it go! Let it
go ! '
Instead, my brother stopped the car and went into the boot for his rifle.
I think he let go a few shots in the direction of the light. Which promptly 'went out'. His mate was still screaming, saying 'Don't attract it !
Don't annoy it ! '
When my brother was back on the road and heading towards home again, the light again appeared behind them. By this time, my brother's mate was a
nervous wreck and almost out of his mind. When the lights of a small town began showing ahead, the mate begged my brother to stop as soon as they
reached the town.
They stopped at a little country pub. It was almost closing time. My brother and his mate went in and at first they were refused a drink because of
the time. Then, after seeing how much distress my brother's mate was in, the barman relented. The barman at first thought my brother must have had
an accident. When my brother mentioned they'd had problems with a 'bloody persistent light', a few of the old timers at the bar looked at him,
then looked away. The barman asked a few questions about 'the light' and then nodded as if to say, 'Oh, is that all .. '
My brother's mate wouldn't travel any further that night so they both slept in the car outside the pub and waited until it opened again in the
morning so they could get something to eat. There was no-one there that early, apart from the publican's wife who was cleaning up. She told my
brother and his mate that 'the light' was taken for granted in the area and had been around for as long as anyone could remember .. although it
accounted for a lot of frightened travellers.
Later, my brother said the only conclusion he'd been able to reach re: the experience was either the min-min lights story was fact .. or there was a
brilliant motor-cyclist in that area who'd nearly copped a bullet that night. Then he said he knew it couldn't have been a motor-bike .. no-one, no
matter how good a rider they were, could have maneuvred the way that light did. He's had some hair-raising experiences but ranked that in his top