Original subtitles

This guy told us that back in the '60s there had been this winged entity.

I suddenly began just getting this very strange feeling.

Is anyone there?

How was I supposed to protect us against something

I don't even know what it is?

Could it throw, like, a knife?

Run!

"I'm done. This is the end."

What we thought couldn't get worse just got worse.

Sync and corrections bymasaca Addic7ed.com

_

"Whether your passion is history, folklore, or the great outdoors..."

Krystle and I both worked at a gaming store.

It was your stereotypical love at first sight.

"Come visit. A unique heritage and a warm welcome await you."

We both loved to travel, and just kind of taking day trips

and discovering new places.

We had a weekend off, and we decided to, uh, go to a little town

called Point Pleasant.

Where history and rivers meet.

Oh.

Right across from the hotel,

there was a small shop called The Point...

And they sold souvenirs and Native American trinkets.

Jeff, look at this.

Looks real.

Yeah.

The wall was... was just plastered with newspaper clippings and pictures.

What really grabbed our attention was this really horrible tragedy

that happened in Point Pleasant in the '60s.

It was the collapse of the Silver Bridge.

Can I help you?

Sorry.

What happened here?

Oh, now, that is a weird story.

The, uh, store owner told us that roughly a year before the bridge collapsed,

there had been this winged entity that had shown up in Point Pleasant.

Everybody was seeing this thing.

It made the headlines.

This journalist here gave it a name.

He called it the Mothman.

A lot of people, when they saw the Mothman, felt this instant fear and dread,

like something awful was about to happen.

People began to see this creature as a harbinger of doom

or an angel of death.

What are these?

Well, those are bunkers.

They used to store munitions there during World War II.

There's pictures of these concrete igloos covered with grass and shrubs.

That's where The Mothman was first seen in the '60s.

It was his domain.

Can you get to the bunkers now?

Oh, sure, it's a nature reserve.

You should go see it.

Shall we?

So, uh, he drew us, you know, a little map.

Told us how to get there.

There you go. Really simple.

We decided to just hop in the car and go check it out.

Oh, hey, guys.

If you really wanna creep yourself out... As we were leaving, the guy told us

to, uh, try some recordings in the bunker.

Recordings?

People have recorded some strange noises.

People sometimes capture these disembodied voices on tape.

Especially when you ask questions.

Really?

It wasn't really something we were interested in.

We... we pretty much discounted it.

Just, you know, part of the whole folklore of the area.

Thanks anyway. Bye.

So, I mean, it was in the back of our minds,

but we decided to go ahead and take off.

This must be it.

It's kind of spooky as soon as you get there.

It was almost like you were expecting something to jump out at you.

Stop it.

You scared?

- No. - Ah, come on.

Of course not.

After about, you know, five, ten minutes, we got to this little clearing...

All you could see was just this huge steel door

that we realized was the first bunker.

Wow.

As soon as we stepped in, I mean, it wa...

it was just a complete transition.

Just the whole... whole atmosphere in itself was just strange.

And then I remembered what the guy at the store had told me

about the recordings, so I thought, you know, "Hey, what could it hurt."

I went ahead and hit record, and asked a couple of questions.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone listening?

Is there anything you want to tell us?

What is your name?

As Jeff was asking the questions,

I suddenly began just getting this very strange feeling.

Hello?

Jeff.

Can you hear me?

We're waiting. Jeff, this is enough.

Hello?

What was that?

Jeff, I don't like it here.

So, I said, "Come on, Jeff..."

Let's go.

Maybe a bird.

We really just chalked this feeling, uh, down to it being a strange environment.

Didn't really think much past that.

Oh, hey, let's listen to this.

We decided to go ahead and just, you know, for the fun of it,

listen to the recordings that we had done in the bunker.

We're only going to be here a few more minutes.

Cool. Cool sound effects.

Maybe you'd like to make a noise.

Even say a word.

Suddenly we heard a voice.

I'm gonna play that again.

Maybe say a word.

This really deep, guttural, raspy, "I'm here."

I'm here.

It was one of the creepiest things I've ever heard in my life.

When we got home, I felt so much better.

We were four hours away from Point Pleasant, and the voice that we captured.

Our house was small, but... you know, quaint, homey.

We... we... we really liked it.

It was pretty isolated, but it just felt safe.

Later that day, my phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID, and it said that it was blocked.

Hello?

Hello?

And it was just complete silence.

A minute later, it rang again.

Same blocked number.

Hello?

Nothing.

But then it rang a third time.

Hello?

Hello?

But this time there's beeping.

Hello?

I was thinking, "This is getting kind of weird, "but maybe it's just, like,

"a fax machine or something like that calling my phone."

We decided to go for dinner that night.

We just needed to go out and just relax.

I went to the bathroom to fix my makeup, and as I grabbed the doorknob...

It was just burning hot.

Jeff?

The doorknob... burned my hand.

First thing I thought was, "There's a fire on the other side of the door."

Smoke?

Nothing.

There was no fire.

No shorted wires. Nothing.

It di... it didn't make sense.

Jeff...

Look.

I'm here.

I saw these huge, long-fingered handprints.

The fingers were far larger than any human's hand could ever be.

Neither of us could believe what we were seeing.

When we touched it, it was just, like, this really strange substance.

It was, like, ashy, almost soot-like.

You gotta be tricking me, right?

"- I thought," This is a joke.

You've gotta be messing with me."

Seriously, it's not me.

I just saw this, just right now.

- Krystle, come on. - Jeff!

She was emphatic to the point where it developed into an argument.

- It's your makeup, right? - You think I could do this?

- It's your eye shadow! - Hey, it's not me.

Once I ruled out it being a joke,

any other possibility that I'm left with is... it's pretty terrifying.

Someone must be in this house.

I-I had to get to the bottom of it.

We decided to just leave the house.

Distance ourself from the situation.

We thought we'd be able to clear our heads

and maybe think of a rational reason for this to have happened.

We... we both agreed, "Let's just look things over again."

We're gonna work this out.

We walk up the walkway, everything's as it should be.

Suddenly, there's this piercing shriek.

It was unlike anything I'd ever heard.

My heart just stopped.

I just didn't want to go in that house.

I thought there was somebody in there messing with me.

You know, they're scaring Krystle.

I-I'm gonna go in and put a stop to it.

- I'm going inside. - No, don't go in.

- I have to. - Krystle wants to leave.

No, we gotta get out of here.

"We don't know what this is..."

- Jeff, Jeff... - "Let's go."

I'm going inside.

Be careful.

I hit the lights, there's nothing.

What could make this noise?

What... what possibly could this be?

I was just scared, period.

Something really strange was happening.

It's just me.

You scared me. Come here.

It's okay.

Anyone there?

No.

Power's back on.

We're only going to be here a few more minutes.

Maybe you'd like to make a noise?

Even say a word?

I'm here.

Then we capture this voice and now this loud shrieking and handprints.

I had started wondering if the two were connected.

I was on my way home from work one night, 9:30, 10:00, pretty late.

The things that had been happening were obviously in the back of my mind.

All of a sudden, I lost power in the vehicle.

I was just dead in the road.

I don't know what to do.

I don't have cell service.

I can't call anybody.

I'm just in the middle of nowhere really.

I started to feel uneasy.

There... there's something wrong. I don't know what it is,

but some... something's definitely amiss.

I was sitting at home waiting for Jeff to come home from work and...

My phone rang.

I just felt a sense of dread as soon as I saw

that it was a blocked number.

Hello?

Hello?

And there was just these garbled voices.

I just wanted Jeff to come home so badly.

About ten minutes later, I tried again, it fires right up.

It was just like nothing was ever wrong.

Everything was normal.

A couple miles up the road, I see what looks to be a hitchhiker.

It's really desolate.

He... he's never gonna get picked up.

As I get closer, I realize this guy's wearing this long robe.

I had no idea what was going on.

I'd never seen anybody move that quickly.

I was so freaked out, I just put my foot down.

It was Jeff, thankfully.

He just sounded terrified.

Are you sure it wasn't just, like, a person?

A hitchhiker?

It wasn't a hitchhiker.

It couldn't have been. It was too fast.

I've seen animals that move like that, but not people.

It was just horrible.

You're supposed to feel safe and secure at home, and instead,

it just... it just felt like you were imprisoned.

And I thought I heard something.

I see this silhouette back and forth.

What's going on?

There was something here in this room.

I thought he was dreaming.

Maybe he just saw a shadow of something.

Did I fabricate this in my mind?

It was standing right here!

Did I see it as I thought I did?

Was it actually there?

When I heard that sound, I knew that it was the cabinet opening.

I've heard it a million times.

The cabinet has a little lip on the edge.

There was just no way that the glass could have fell off on its own.

It was like something was trying to make sure we knew

that it was right there with us in our home.

After the glass came out of the cabinet and just shattered everywhere,

things got really quiet for a week or two.

I thought, "Hey, maybe this is over now.

Maybe whatever is happening is done."

We looked back and... and wondered if we had worked ourselves up.

You know, the power of suggestion.

Maybe the shelf had come loose and the glass just busted.

Maybe the guy by the road was a hitchhiker.

Maybe what I'd seen in the bedroom was just a figment of my imagination.

What the hell?

Our spoons are in the kitchen where they belong.

I have no idea how one gets from the kitchen to the bedroom

bent at a 90 degree angle.

Now things are being thrown, objects are being moved.

It just went to a whole nother level.

If it can do this to spoons, what else could it do?

Could it throw, like, a knife?

It totally unnerved me.

How was I supposed to protect us against something

I don't even know what it is?

Let alone how to fight back.

We, at this point, realized, whatever is continuing to plague us

started in Point Pleasant.

We didn't even want to admit to each other

that it could be Mothman 'cause it just sounded silly.

I mean, Mothman, but, uh, we didn't know what else it could be.

351,000 results.

We had to do something before it escalated even further.

We researched as much as we could online,

we... we... we read as many books as we could find.

When we'd read about all of the experiences the other eyewitnesses had encountered,

we... we were blown away at how...

at how remarkably similar they were to ours.

We weren't by ourselves. This... this had happened before.

People had made it through these types of situations,

so there was still hope for us.

We started to connect the dots.

Could something have followed us home from the TNT Area?

Could that be where this nightmare began?

Listen to this.

Faye Dewitt, it says that she was attacked by the Mothman in 1966.

She reported it to the police.

This thing was tangible.

I couldn't believe what I was really seeing.

I just know it was real.

All of a sudden, this thing was running right beside the car.

I was hitting my brother's leg telling him to hurry.

"Hurry up. Get us out of here."

It just followed right along with us like it was no problem whatsoever.

So my brother did a hard turn into the TNT loading dock.

We were trapped so he slammed on his brakes.

And in the blink of an eye, that thing jumped right on the hood of our car.

We were sitting there frozen.

We were afraid if we made the least move...

That it'll come through the windshield or something.

How do you know it wasn't just a man?

Because it had wings.

It jumped off the car, run maybe ten feet...

Opened up the biggest wings... Like you had never seen.

It just flew into the dark.

You're sure about this, are you?

I know what I saw.

We knew then that we needed to go back to Point Pleasant.

Back to the bunker where we captured the voice.

We just wanted to go and confront it to tell it,

"You need to stop. You need to leave us alone.'".

We needed to communicate with whatever this is to make it all go away.

It was the last place we wanted to go.

We knew what resided here.

We knew what... what it was capable of.

The closer we got to the bunker, the more apprehensive I felt.

It was just overwhelming feeling of dread.

I can't go in.

Okay.

You stay here.

My throat was tightening up. My chest felt tight.

What do you want from us?

Everything starts to come rushing back.

Everything that it did to make me feel helpless.

You need to stop.

Leave us alone.

I was so scared.

Whatever this was, it was so strong, and he was standing there taunting it.

This is over!

All of a sudden, I felt like the air was just completely closing in on me.

Don't ever leave!

It was just the most oppressive thing I've ever felt in my life.

I just knew that something was gonna happen.

I fly backwards a good six or seven feet.

He only said one word... Run!

Run!

It just felt like whatever was in there was coming after us.

My foot caught something... And I was just thinking, "That's it. I'm done."

This is the end."

Thank God it's you. Are you okay?

- Yes, let's go. - Get up, come on.

Let's go.

We... we still had our hopes up that this was the turning point.

That we could now regain control of our lives.

The following night, I was waiting for Jeff to come home from work.

I was kind of anxious for him to hurry up

'cause I didn't really like being by myself at that point.

I decided to just jump in the shower.

I was just washing my hair...

I see a hand up against the shower curtain.

Jeff?

I didn't know you were back already.

Okay, very funny.

You wanna come in?

There's no one there.

Jeff?

Jeff, are you home?

Jeff?

Just knowing that I had a thin layer of plastic

between my hand and whatever this thing is, it was so terrifying.

I was driving home along highway 219, listening to the radio.

♪ I'm afraid ♪

♪ In the midnight hour ♪

As we round this bend...

I see this thing.

It was like seeing the devil himself.

Once it disappeared into the tree line, I just take off.

I was in total shock.

I just saw this thing

that every sane individual would tell you doesn't exist.

What we thought couldn't get worse just got worse.

My phone rings...

I answered it.

Hello?

I'm going to eat your light.

"I'm going to eat your light."

It was that voice, but so much more intense.

- Jeff? - It just felt like pure evil.

Jeff?

Jeff?

It's now gotten to where it's threatening us

and it was just very unsettling and scary.

All I could do was just try to push it out of my head

and try to not even think about it.

Something just whizzed right past my face.

This goopy, sticky substance.

I have no idea what it was.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Let me out, Jeff!

Jeff!

Jeff! What's going on?

I don't know, there's something coming at me.

All of a sudden, I just felt this whack,

and it hit me right square in the back.

Jeff? What's going on?

Jeff? I don't unde-where's this coming from? - I have no idea!

What?

Stop!- Out of nowhere,whack, whack, whack. I just panicked.

Jeff! - The scariest thing was not knowing where it was coming from.

I don't care what this is.

I can't! Jeff!

She was literally at a breaking point.

I can... I'm standing right there completely helpless.

I... I'm unable to protect her or stop whatever this is.

The... the stuff was everywhere.

It was just... made me sick to my stomach.

There's no ruptured pipes.

Windows closed and locked.

There was no explanation.

We gotta move out of here.

We decided to move home.

We just wanted to put everything behind us.

I was really sad.

It was our first home.

There's so many memories there.

It felt like this thing had came in our home and succeeded in scaring us out.

Before we left, we actually said out loud... Whatever you are, stay here.

Don't follow us.

"You have no control over us anymore."

You cannot come.

Sync and corrections bymasaca Addic7ed.com