The Orange Lamp

It was a foggy autumn night, and I had just gotten off of my night shift at work and the roads were eerily silent. My journey home was rather uneventful, but the entire ride left my stomach feeling queasy, causing me to look over my shoulder frequently.

My journey was coming to a close, as my house was now a few blocks away. The fog became lighter and I could finally see a decent distance ahead of me.
As I came to a stop at a T-junction, something caught my eye. One of the dozens of yellowish street lamps stood out. It's color was a dark orange.
"Strange" I thought, eying it as I slowly inched forward into the intersection. Halfway through the intersection with my eyes still locked on the light, my stomach churned as I realized I wasn't moving. I looked down and saw my foot wasn't on the break, and my gear was in drive.

I looked to my clock in the car, it read "2:47 AM". I waited for what felt like ten minutes, but the clock never changed from 2:47 AM. Uneasy, I pushed my door open, bracing for the chill of the cool night air to surge into the car. But to my utter confusion, I felt no cold, no warmth, no temperature at all. I couldn't sense the air at all, even as I waved my hands back and forth to feel some resistance. I wandered away from my car, not bothering to close the door. I could sense I was zoning out, and unable to focus again as I was unwillingly pulled down the street, my will not being my own anymore.

My gaze was locked on the orange glow of the street lamp, it's electrical buzz being the only thing breaking the absolute silence of the night. My eyes blurred everything around the lamp. My world was the lamp, and nothing but the lamp.
Step by unnerving step, I drew ever so closer to it. I was about twenty feet away from it now, oh how I wanted to embrace it's hypnotizing light. Something about it drew me closer, an irresistible calling that I could not refuse. The world around the lamp got darker and darker, and part of me sensed arms reaching towards me, trying so desperately to pull me in, But before they could, something blew me out of my trance, as blinding white light came speeding towards me and a loud honk knocked me over onto my side mere moments before a car nearly collided with me in the middle of the street.

I quickly scurried onto the grass on the side of the road, panting like I had just finished a marathon. I put my hand on the forehead, instantly drenching my hand in the sweat from my brow. I looked up at the lamp which was not even ten feet away from me now. I could feel myself drifting away again, but snapped out of it as I heard a loud "crunch" sound from behind me. I spun my head around to see that my car had collided with a tree on the side of the road "crap..." I mumbled to myself as I quickly got up and jogged over to it.
After giving it a quick inspection, and only finding a slight dent in the front bumper, I got back into my car and drove the rest of the way home. As I started off though, I noticed the clock still displayed "2:47"... peculiar.

I didn't get much sleep that night. The lamp burned itself into my mind. Every time I close my eyes I see nothing but the lamp, and I can feel myself wanting to go back to it. Who knows what might've happened to me if I got to that lamp, if anything at all... but if I ever do encounter it again, I don't know if I'll have the will to fight it.