The Mothman Tapes

(Written by ReeRee457)

NOV. 21 1995 - 03:19 AM.

It was late at night, and you prepared to onto a little exhibition. To investigate a decades-long mystery that started right here in the city of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. That's right, you were trying to find the legendary Mothman.

Now, you were never really into the usual paranormal conspiracies like aliens, suspicious government behavior, and other cryptids of Mothman's nature, and you were already introduced into the general idea of him through exploring Point Pleasant... But just a few nights ago, while you were trying to sleep, you could of sworn something was out there, watching you in the forest outside of your bedroom. Something with red glowing eyes, which matched the description of the Mothman. But reading through the books you rented from the library, Mothman's last reported "sighting" was back in 1967, which was certainly a long time ago for any regular person. Any adult who were alive back then would either be really old or have passed on... Right? Is the Mothman still alive or are you just going insane?!

...So, that's why you had to do this, to attempt to find him. You didn't want to do it for money and fame. Hell, you didn't even care if you actually lived here or were just visiting. You just wanted closure to the mystery for yourself.

With your camcorder in one hand, a few empty tapes along with some food and water in your backpack, and your Walkman playing your favorite rock cassette, you got on your bike and rode off into the forest, using your other hand to steer the bike handles.

03:42 AM.

You found nothing. No imposing figure, no red eyes, not even an obvious sign. Nothing. If the Mothman was still alive, he certainly knew how to hide...

...But then, right about as you were to stop recording...

WHOOOSH!

Something flew above you. Something unlike a bird. Something unnatural. Something like...

...Almost immediately, you got back on your bike and pedaled as fast as possible towards what may be the cryptid himself! NO WAY were you gonna give up now just to have him fly past you like a-!

CRASH!

A nearly-invisible rock on the ground. That's what caused you to go from riding a bike as fast as you could to being launched into the air. You landed hard on the ground chest-first, fortunately landing on a soft patch of grass and not cause any broken bones, but enough to rock you to your core and leave a notable bloody scrape. Your camcorder was nearby, which also sustained minimal damage and still seemed to be recording. Instinctively, you began crawling towards the camcorder, before grabbing hold of it once again.

...And that's when something landed right behind you.

"...Is new friend... Okay...?"

A voice filled with worry came from what was behind you. Having a great idea who it might be, you rolled over onto your back... And saw the Mothman, standing right in front of you. A great sigh exited Mothman, as he reached out one of his hands to help you up to your feet. You grabbed onto his hand and he helped you back up, as your camcorder was still recording what may be the first ever footage of the Mothman.

"...Mothman is glad that new friend is not injured... Friend had a very bad crash..."