Some trivia for you: What is the Spook Light

[Lady Freedom]

How many of you know the answer?
I do since it has been a large part of my life!

[Bozola]

1. You mean the phantom light down near Pitcher OK?

or there 'bouts. It's been a great while but I remember visiting that area whist doing some geology.....

[Lady Freedom]

5. That is one of three sights!

n/t

[SiobhanClancy]

2. I'm not sure..

My mother was originally from Carthage,MO and there was talk of something like that around there. It sounded like a will o'the wisp or something.

[woofless]

3. Q: "How do you like Joplin?"

A: "I don't know, I've never Joppled."

[Lady Freedom]

7. Nice plase to visit!

But you never want to live here!

[woofless]

8. I lived in Joplin for 23 years

Daughter and grandkids still in Webb City. Don't miss it a bit actually.

[FarLeftRage]

4. They are spirits of native Americans

that watch over the land...

They may be related to the Brown Mountain lights of Brown Mountain in North Carolina.

[Lady Freedom]

6. That is one of the legends

there many more!

[Art_from_Ark]

9. My coworker tells me there are spook lights near Southwest City

I grew up on the other side of the state line, but I had never heard of them. If they do exist, I think they may be glow-in-the-dark mushrooms.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

10. Had family in those parts... Uncle claimed it was swamp gas

being released from cracks in the limestone.

could be.


They have things like that on the other side of the state, near New Madrid, too.

[supernova]

11. The Maco Light

in Maco, NC

There was fog in the low places and out of the blackness overhead fell a fine, steady rain. It made little ponds of the ruts in the lonely country road. Hugged by scrub pines, vines and underbrush the road straggled for perhaps a hundred yards. Then the woods stopped abruptly and there lay the wet softly gleaming rails at Maco Station.

Maco lies fourteen miles west of Wilmington on the Wilmington-Florence-Augusta line of what is now the Atlantic Coast Line Railroad. It is today much as it must have looked to Joe Baldwin more than one hundred years ago.

Joe was conductor of a train headed toward Wilmington that rainy spring night of 1867. Just fourteen miles from home his thoughts turned to his family. Would his wife be up to greet him? Even his train sounded as if it were glad to be on the home stretch. There was something comforting about the chugging noise of its wood-burning engine. For the moment Joe forgot his shower of soot and sparks which he battled daily to keep his coaches clean.

more at http://www.ibiblio.org/ghosts/maco.html