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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.

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"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.

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