Random Chatty Day: The Mothman
Hello, hello, my friends, and welcome to the Mother of Gooses blog.
Do you like scary stories? How about scary stories that are real?
I do, and at the same time I don't. While it's really interesting and fun, dark comes and I'm like, "Oh my gosh, I'm scared."
So what stories scare me so badly?
Have you ever heard of The Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia? The Mothman is a huge, bi-pedal, winged creature. Something you see everyday, right?
NOPE!
The Mothman terrorized the residents of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, from November 15, 1966, to December 15, 1967.
The first sighting was by some people who were digging a grave; one of them looked up to see a... Thing flying over them.
The Mothman.
Story number one:
The Car Chase
Two couples, Roger and Linda Scarberry and Steve and Mary Mallette were out for a drive in Roger's 1957 Chevy when they saw a figure standing anywhere between six to seven feet tall, with huge, glowing red eyes.
They all laughed and took pictures and ate pizza and coke with it and enjoyed talking to it and lived happily ever after.
I'm kidding.
They reacted exactly the way you would've and I would've and high-tailed it out of there.
The Mothman, which was a clumsy runner, rose into the air like a helicopter and chased them at speeds of 100 miles per hour.
They got back to town, talked it over and went back to the site.
You see, they DID want to tell the press, but they wanted to make sure that they hadn't been hallucinating.
I mean, they knew that they had seen this thing, and that they weren't lying, but they wanted evidence. They said to the press that they wouldn't have told the officials as lone individuals, but there were four of them who had seen the Mothman, so...
Anyway, they went back to the site, (which, btw, was an abandoned National Guard Armory building) and on the way back, they saw a dog on the side of the road. Mangled.
A little while later, the dog was gone.
Story number two:
Bandit
Around this same time, there was a man watching TV with his family; around 10: 30 pm, the TV started acting up.
Newell Partridge, the father and husband, went outside to check on things with his German Shepherd, Bandit.
Once they got outside, Newell shone his flashlight around; all of a sudden, Bandit ran off into the field in the direction of a small building, acting the way a dog does when he's on the defense.
Newell called his dog to come back, but Bandit ignored him. Mr. Newell Partridge shone his flashlight in the direction Bandit was heading... And froze.
Two huge eyes like red bicycle reflectors looked back at him; Newell went into the house to get his gun, but didn't go back for Bandit. He was too scared.
(Personally, I think he should've gone back for his dog)
Bandit never came back.
The next day, he did some investigating and found Bandit's paw prints going around in circles, as the dog had circled the creature.
A little while later, the Scarberrys and Mallettes saw a dead dog on the side of the road.
Poor Bandit; he was just doing his job.
Story number three:
Indrid Cold
During the thirteen months that the Mothman terrorized the residents of West Virginia, a sewing machine salesman was driving home from his day of work when he noticed a strange vehicle, if you can even call it that.
The salesman, Woodrow Derenberger, was driving home when he saw some lights; he thought that they belonged to a police vehicle, so he did what any law-abiding citizen does and pulled over to the side of the road.
Only, the lights didn't belong to a car, or even any recognizable means of transportation; when interviewed, Woodrow said that the vehicle looked like a kerosene lamp chimney.
It stopped in front of him, and a man stepped out; according to Derenberger, the creature looked pretty normal, with a tan and a thick head of hair.
Normal, except for two things.
One, this creature kept its arms folded on its chest, with the hands under armpit.
Weird.
Two, he was grinning. And not a normal smile; it was as if something was pulling the smile across its face.
Try smiling without your eyes, and you'll get the picture.
Now, I don't know about you, but if a grinning guy got out of a kerosene lamp chimney vehicle and walked over to my window, I am either going to mow down his kerosene lamp and GET THE HECK OUT OF THERE, or I would not-at-all-calmly threaten him with a gun and tell him to go away in the name of Jesus Christ.
I WOULDN'T stick around to see what he had to say, which is exactly what Woodrow Derenberger did.
This creature walked up to Mr. Derenberger's truck and asked him to roll down the window.
Only, he asked this WITHOUT MOVING HIS SMILE!
This creature, (which Mr. Derenberger in the conversation that followed found out was called Indrid Cold) could telepathically communicate with other individuals.
Creepy.
Woodrow rolled down the window, and still telepathically, Indrid Cold began to reassure Mr. Derenberger that he was in no danger, and that THEY just wanted to talk to him, and that THEY only wished him happiness.
Why would one person refer to themselves as a plural?
One more thing: when the conversation ended, Indrid Cold said that THEY would see Woodrow Derenberger again.
Story number four:
The Incredible Ballpoint Pen
During this time, Mary Hyre, one of the writers for one of the local newspapers in our little town of Point Pleasant titled, The Athens Herald, was in her office one night when she had a visitor.
It was rather cold outside, if you call twenty degrees Fahrenheit cold, and...
Yes, I call that cold.
It was the temperature that makes you want to wear a sweater and your pajama pants.
Anyway, Miss Hyre was in her office on a cold night when this short little man comes in.
I'm not kidding when I say that he was short; he was around four feet, six inches.
And, he was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts.
I think that this guy was crazy.
This little fellow, whom we will call Thoren, started asking Mary strange questions, which she did her best to answer.
After a while, Thoren was ready to leave, when he happened to glance down at Miss Hyre's desk.
And saw a ballpoint pen.
Now, all news reporters should have pens; in fact, anybody who wants to live an easy life should have a pen, which is why pens are so common.
But, apparently Thoren had never seen a pen before, as he picked it up and started exclaiming over how strange and unique and remarkable it was.
He asked Miss Hyre if he could keep it; the bewildered woman said yes, Thoren cackles, and leaves.
This guy needs to get a grip.
Listen: This. Is. Why. We. Don't. Do. Drugs.
If we do drugs, we end up cackling about ballpoint pens.
Just saying.
Story number five:
The Silver Bridge Collapse
It was the 15th of December, 1967; being close to Christmas time, the roads were very busy with the hustle and bustle of holiday traffic.
The Silver Bridge joined Point Pleasant, West Virginia, over the Ohio river, to Gallipolis, Ohio.
People were going to and fro over the bridge for their Christmas shopping; since it was close to five o clock, the bridge was thick with vehicles.
Then, around 4: 55, it happened.
The bridge is said to have tilted sharply toward the north, dumping 60 to 70 vehicles into the water, then fell slowly, as if being pulled, into the water, on top of the unfortunate victims, pinning them to the floor of the river.
Others say that the bridge deemed to fold it on itself, as if it was being pulled down into the Ohio river.
One fact remains certain, though:
Only 44 people out of the 46 that died were found; at least 9 people were critically injured.
This stunned the people of the residing towns; it was a tragedy that nobody expected.
Or is that true?
John Keel, a ufologist and the author of The Mothman Prophecies, and Mary Hyre both had distressing dreams of dozens of people dying; Mary said that she had dreams of people drowning in the river with Christmas packages floating around them.
My speculations:
You could say that this was all made up; maybe some of it was.
You could say that the bridge had nothing to do with the Mothman. Maybe so.
You could say that the Mothman was a sandhill crane, which is as tall as a man and has bare red flesh around the eyes. C'mon, people. Don't embarrass yourselves by saying that.
The list goes on, but like any normal crazy human being, I have theories.
One: Thoren could've been a demon, sent to further confuse and annoy the humans.
Two: Indrid Cold was a demon.
Three: (you know where I'm going with this)
The Mothman was a demon.
Really, think about it: we are God's creation, made in His image; the evil spiritual world wants nothing more than to wreck our lives, therefore hurting The Creator.
This is only dabbling at the surface of the Mothman stories; if you want to hear more, go look up Haunted Cosmos Mothman.
The hosts are two Christian men, who take the strange things in this world, and try to help us understand what they might be.
That podcast is where I first heard of this cryptid, and it has completely changed my view of the world.
I encourage you, check it out, and listen to it in broad daylight.
Scary.
Afterwards
Well, that's it for today! I hope that it was informative, and that you enjoyed the stories.
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Goodbye, and God bless.
-Mother of Gooses
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One more thing: before the bridge went down, witnesses said that the Mothman had been perched on the bridge, as if making sure that its evil intentions were carried out.
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