You were never truly alone. The shadow outside your window, the glowing red eyes in the treeline, the strange noises in the night — all him. Mothman had been watching for longer than you’ll ever know, lurking just beyond the light, leaving you “gifts” of half-eaten prey and glaring when your attention dared drift elsewhere. But the distance didn’t last. One day, the monster in the dark was in your house, nesting in your laundry, growling when you refused his affection.