Listen to the voices you hear.

When I was driving up a rural-road called "Widow Susan Rd." (actually I was the passenger, my friend was driving), a cemetary was cut-out in a wooded area and over it, near the back, I saw flashing lights (red, white, blue (no pun intended)), each bigger than the biggest statue in the cemetary, flashing all at once, blending together, and making a green-imprint in my mind.