Deep in the marshlands where the mist keeps its secrets, there dances a light that remembers every soul it has claimed.

And tonight, it's looking for company in its eternal dance through the darkness.

They appear when you need the most, these floating orbs of impossible fire, a warm glow promising

shelter when you're lost in cold, the steady beam of a flashlight when shadows close in

around you, the welcoming light of home when you've wandered too far from safety.

But these lights have been perfecting their deadly dance for centuries.

They don't just dance in the darkness.

They bait and lure their victims.

They know exactly what kind of hope will make you take that first fatal step.

They speak the language of desperation, fluent in every

shade of human need. And once you follow, once you trust that dancing flame to guide you

home, you'll discover the terrible truth that has claimed countless souls before you. Some say they're the spirits of the

lost, doomed to wander until they're no longer alone. Others whisper that there's something

far older, ancient intelligence that have learned to wear light like a mask, mimicking

salvation while serving only darkness.

But perhaps the most terrifying truth is this.

In the deep places where civilization fears to tread, not every light leads to safety.

Welcome to Freaky Folklore, where the stories that kept our ancestors awake at night,

refused to stay buried.

I'm your host, Carmen Carion,

and tonight we're venturing into the marshlands, where a mist cancels more than just

treacherous ground.

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