The Lights at Devil's Slide Summit

On a moonless December night in 2017, I drove the old highway over Devil's Slide Summit in Washington County, Iowa. The pass had been closed for decades, but locals still used it after dark when they wanted to be alone. I was chasing a story about a man who had driven off the cliff in 1953 and whose ghost, they said, still walked the road on winter solstice. What I found instead was a woman standing at the guardrail, her coat crusted with frost, who asked me for a ride to a place that wasn't on any map. She told me about the lights — how they appeared at the summit on the longest night, how they pulled you toward the edge, how they had been calling her since she was a girl. She spoke in a voice that sounded like paper tearing. She never blinked. And when I finally looked away, the seat beside me was cold and empty, but the door was still open. The lights were still there, fading into the trees. I have not driven that road since, but I think about her every winter solstice. I think about the lights. I think about what she said just before I looked away: 'They only show themselves to people who are already lost.' #DevilsSlideSummit #IowaHorror #WinterSolstice #GhostLights #LostHighway #MidwestGothic #RoadGhost #FrozenRoad #GuardrailWoman #DecemberNight #1953Accident #WillowCreekIowa #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaNarrates #AboveTheSnowline #AnthologyEpisode #SolsticeHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo