It was almost midnight when Rohan took the deserted road through the forest. There were no streetlights, no houses, and not a single person around.
Suddenly, a small red light appeared in the darkness.
Rohan stopped his motorcycle.
The red light disappeared.
He started moving again.
It appeared behind him.
His heart began racing. He looked into the mirror, but saw only darkness. Then the red light moved closer, floating silently above the road.
Rohan accelerated.
The light followed.
After several minutes, his motorcycle suddenly stopped. The engine refused to start.
Then he heard a woman whisper, “Why did you leave me?”
Rohan slowly turned around.
The red light was only inches from his face.
It belonged to a pale woman standing in the darkness. Her eyes were glowing bright red, and her feet were not touching the ground.
“I have been waiting for you,” she whispered.
Rohan screamed and closed his eyes.
When he opened them, the road was empty.
The next morning, villagers found his motorcycle abandoned near the forest.
Rohan was never found.
But every night at exactly midnight, travelers see a mysterious red light floating on that road.
And sometimes, they hear a frightened man whispering from the darkness:
“Don’t follow the red light…”
