Moving Light

“Whatever are we looking for?” whispered my friend, Celine, as we sat by the window in my dark bedroom.

“It’s a light that moves across the vacant lot whenever it is dark at night,” I whispered back.

“How many times have you seen it?”

“Every night for the past three days. It usually starts about 10 o’clock and moves around for about 30 minutes.”

“Do you think someone is trying to hide a dead body?”

“I don’t know. It was giving me the willies. That’s why I asked you to watch with me.”

“Did you tell your parents?”

“No. I thought I would have you watch to make sure I wasn’t imagining things before I told them.”

We watched silently. At 10 P.M. sharp, a small light moved across the vacant lot. It bobbed and twisted. It stopped moving and then started again. We both gasped. A motor started making a loud angry sound. We began to shriek.

Suddenly, my mom arrived at our bedroom door. “Girls, are you okay?”

“We’re not sure, Mom. There is a light that is moving in the vacant lot across the street.”

Mom came over and watched. “It does look suspicious. Maybe we should call the police.”