Australian Min Min Lights
In 1993, before I was born both my parents at the time worked in the Shearing Industry. During this time they both would drive from job to job, sometimes traveling for days at a time as the shearing sheds are always out in the bush (or the outback) on stations. My Dad was a shearer and my Mum was a roust-a-bout.
On their way to another job they were driving through the night in Western Queensland with my older brothers who were only toddlers asleep in the back seat. My Mum was also asleep as my Dad usually did the driving, But she was woken up by the sound of gravel under the tyres as my dad veered slightly to let a truck pass that was so close behind them it lit up the inside of the car with its bright headlights, but the truck wouldnt pass. It would only follow them really close. My Mum asked “Why isn’t he overtaking?” And my Dad said “I dunno, but hes been up our arse for the past 20 minutes I keep trying to let him overtake but he just keeps getting closer and closer..”
Fearing the worst, my Dad told her to buckle up and grab the gun out of the glove box (guess you could drive around with a gun back then in Australia) just incase.
The lights followed them for ks and ks untill my Dad, out of frustration, pulled off the road and slowed to a stop. He said he found it strange that the lights of the truck followed them at the exact same speed as trucks need a bit more time to slow down. My mum was now very scared as her and my older brothers, who were toddlers and still asleep in the backseat, may now be in danger, and didnt want my Dad to leave them to confront the truck driver.
My Dad then got out of the car shielding his eyes from the light, but as he did so the light then got dimmer and dimmer and smaller and smaller untill it only looked like a floating ball of light in the distance.
Dad got back into the car and Mum said he was as white as a ghost and they continued to drive off as the lights, now seemingly far away, followed at a distance. Dad turned to Mum and said “That wasn’t a bloody truck”
It wasn’t untill about 2011 when I was 16 and in need of cash I also went out bush to work with my Dad (now seperated from my Mum) as a rousy (Roust-a-bout), that he told me the story and said that after he talked about it someone said he encountered the Min Min lights and that if he followed the lights he wouldnt have returned.
I remember when I got home I asked my Mum about it, and as shes a native Maori of newzealand, she tells me not to ask about it as its an Aboriginal spirit and we best leave it alone. But she clarifies that it did happen and that they are lucky to be alive regardless of what it really was as the memory of it for her was terrifying.
Now my old man is a pretty ‘straight down the line’ man and doesnt really make up tales like this. But who knows.
Now I’m 24 and still dont know what to believe, but its an interesting story none the less.
You can google the Min Min lights. But one thing I know for sure is that when i’ve asked Aboriginal elders when I worked out bush in Alice Springs about the lights, they will almost always disregard the question and seem frightened by it. The only response i’ve recieved from an elder was “Dont go looking for those lights.”