Can't claim as my own, but remember reading this story:
Credit to Yonk at 4wdaction.com.au
Next time you are setting up camp and see one of those lights don't say I didn't warn you tho.
I was out behind Peterborough S.A in old gold mining fields doing some drilling for samples in the early '80's when we broke a bit of equipment on the shaft and had to come back into town to do repairs. We drove back out to the highway from Broken Hill to Peterborough and stopped at a roadhouse for fuel. I went in for a drink. There was a creepy silence in the place, and a woman was quietly crying at a table being consoled by two men. She was crying in that deep traumatised way that makes you not want to look, makes you speak quietly when you order, and leave quickly. Back in Peterborough we spent the rest of the day welding and chasing parts and phoning in progress reports and being yelled at. At dusk we hit the pub for a couple of pipe cleaners of the frothy liquid kind and drove back to the caravan park looking forward to a shower and BBQ steaks. When we pulled in to the park I noticed a vehicle parked next to our rental van was at the roadhouse and wondered, and sure enough when I got out of the truck I heard the same terrible sobbing coming from the van next door. I had my shower and when I came back from the shower blocks I saw a guy in his fifties sitting near the BBQ area with his head in his hands, a cigarette smoking, poking through his fringe with his face covered. I grabbed my food and a couple of strongbow ciders and went out to BBQ dinner. I must admit I selfishly was relieved to hear the lady had stopped crying, I thought we were in for a long night. And, I was curious. The guy looked up at my arrival and we greeted each other. I started preparations and snuck looks at him. He was gone, he was lost in his head, he was not sobbing but it was etched all over his face, he was far far from ok. I cooked for a minute or two and opened a cider on the edge of the barby....he jerked at the violent action so I said sorry, then offered him one. He looked at it for a little too long, but then said "Sure" in an unmistakable accent. He took it from my hand and said "Thaiinks" He said his wife was exhausted and had finally fallen asleep and if I minded if he stay around while I did the dinner thing, I said sure. I told him I had been at the roadhouse for fuel and had seen how distraught his wife was, and he went all white with the memory. I asked if they had had an accident, he said "Sir, I don't know what we had".
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