My dad and I were at the tobacco barn to cure the tobacco out with wood and you had to stay all night. My dad and I seen lights going across the field and he took his rifle and shot at them and I was amazed how they dodged the bullets. My grandmother and I used to sit on the front porch of her house, and watch these same lights go from one graveyard to another one.
They would go down in these graveyards.
So all my life I have assumed the lights could be spirtual. Maybe you see if anyone in the 50s has seen the same kind of things.