Near where I live there is a spring and some brick works of an old cottage. My grandfather told me there is a story of a old woman who lived on the outskirts of the town in where this cottage used to be. Some claimed she was a witch, but all that is known is that she was a herbal healer, and despite the fear people had of her, they still used her medicine. This story dates back to when my town was just a small farming town with barely more than a few family's and near enough no proper documentation, and it was a long, long time before coal mining caused my town to boom in industry. The people who's families have lived here for generations would all say the same thing 'some times, you can still see her walking around with a lantern'.
One night I was going out for a jog in autumn in the area. It's quite a way off from the road but not too far, though still far enough that you can't see any streets lights. Now I had gone in the last hours of daylight, but as winter was coming, it got darker quicker than I had expected. I ended up getting a little lost, but more panicking than genuinely lost. I knew my way around enough that I would have found my way out easily.
This means that I also I knew I was seeing a light that I shouldn't be, it was a lantern-like light, but at the time I just assumed it was a torch with an orange bulb (I really don't know why I wasn't being more intelligent, I guess I was really tired). So I followed it in hope of asking for directions from who ever was holding it. It ended up leading me to the old foundations on the old lady's house, which in turn meant that I was a quick two minute jog away from the main road.
Now I don't know if I was seeing things, but if that light was what I think it was, then I have to say thank you to that old lady for helping out of my panic.
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