August 25, 2025 • 23 mins
The History of The Mothman
In the late 1960s, the quiet town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, found itself stalked by something out of a nightmare, a towering figure with glowing red eyes and massive wings. Over thirteen months, dozens of residents reported sightings of the creature they called the Mothman. Was it a supernatural omen, a misidentified animal, or something stranger still? In this episode of The History Of, we follow the sightings, the hysteria, and the legends that turned a local scare into an enduring American mystery.
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In the late 1960s, the quiet town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, found itself stalked by something out of a nightmare, a towering figure with glowing red eyes and massive wings. Over thirteen months, dozens of residents reported sightings of the creature they called the Mothman. Was it a supernatural omen, a misidentified animal, or something stranger still? In this episode of The History Of, we follow the sightings, the hysteria, and the legends that turned a local scare into an enduring American mystery.
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Request an episode: thehistoryoftheemail@gmail.com
The History Of is your daily dose of weird, wonderful, and occasionally ridiculous history. Each episode takes one topic an object, a place, a job, a trend and unpacks the surprising story behind it. No homework, no boring lectures, just history you’ll actually want to share.
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Speaker 1 (00:10):
Hello, and welcome to the History of the Show for
anyone who flunked history but still wants to impress at
Trivia Night. Each day we take one topic, an object,
a place, a job, a trend, and uncover the weird, messy,
and sometimes ridiculous truth behind it. No homework, just history
you'll actually want to tell people about. Ready, let's get
(00:30):
into it. The history of the Mothman. It started on
a quiet road, just outside a sleepy town, in the
kind of place where people still wave at each other
from passing cars, and no one expects to become a
headline point. Pleasant West Virginia was not known for much
before nineteen sixty six. It had some local folklore, a river,
(00:52):
a bridge, and an air of Appalachian stillness that seemed
completely uninterested in the supernatural. But that changed on the
night of Novamber fifteenth, when four young adults claimed they
had seen something with wings, not just wings, but glowing
red eyes, a human like shape, and an uncanny way
of moving. Their names were Roger and Linda Scarberry, and
(01:14):
Steve and Mary Malette. They weren't fringe types. They weren't
out hunting ghosts. They were out driving past the old
TNT area, a former World War II munitions plant that
had since turned into a local hangout spot. What they
saw that night would ripple out from that quiet corner
of West Virginia and become one of the most famous
cryptid stories in American history. According to the Scarberries and
(01:38):
the Mallets, they spotted the creature near one of the
abandoned igloo shaped storage buildings. It was tall, at least
six or seven feet, with wings folded behind its back,
and those unmistakable red eyes glowing in the dark. When
they sped away in their car, it flew after them.
That was one of the more unsettling details. It didn't
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flap its wings, It just lifted off the ground and
glided behind their car at highway speeds. Linda was so
shaken she refused to sleep at home that night. The
group went straight to the police, who took them seriously
enough to accompany them back to the site. Unsurprisingly, the
creature was nowhere to be found. By the next morning,
the story was out. The local paper, The Point Pleasant Register,
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ran a headline that simply read couples see man sized
bird creature. Something that summed it up pretty well. No
one knew what it was, but suddenly everyone was talking
about it. What followed was a flurry of sightings, rumors,
and full on panic. Over the next few weeks, dozens
of people reported seeing something strange in the skies or
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by the roadside. The descriptions varied slightly, but the broad
stroke stayed the same. Tall, winged, glowing, red eyes, and fast.
It was quickly nicknamed Mothman, likely because of the popularity
of the Batman TV series at the time. Birdman just
didn't have the same ring to it, and giant flying
horror wasn't going to sell newspapers. As the Mothman mania grew,
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it brought out all kinds of people. Some were genuinely terrified,
others were hoping for a thrill or a glimpse of
something weird. The old TNT area became a magnet for
monster hunters, teenagers and journalists. Local authorities tried to calm
things down, but the story had taken on a life
of its own. This wasn't just one sighting anymore. It
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was a phenomenon. People reported being followed, waking up with
strange marks, or receiving mysterious phone calls. It was as
if the town had stumbled into a David Lynch script
with fewer jazz interludes. The thing is, no one ever
got a clear photo. No one ever trapped it, touched it,
or even saw it close up in daylight. What they
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had were stories, and a lot of them. Some people
started connecting the dots a little too enthusiastically. UFO sightings
increased in the area, so did reports of strange men
in black suits showing up and asking odd questions. There
were claims that animals were going missing, electronics were malfunctioning,
and people were having prophetic dreams. Whether or not any
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of this had anything to do with the original creature
was unclear. What was clear is that Point Pleasant was
no longer just a dot on a map. It had
become the epicenter of something big, spooky, and completely unexpected. Then,
on December fifteenth, nineteen sixty seven, the Silver Bridge collapsed.
It was rush hour and the bridge was packed with cars.
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Forty six people died when the bridge fell into the
icy Ohio River. The collapse was blamed on a failure
in a single eyebar chain, a mechanical issue, not a
supernatural one, but many in Point Pleasant couldn't ignore the
timing The Mothman sightings had reached a fever pitch in
the months leading up to the collapse. After the tragedy,
the creature seemed to vanish. It was too neat a
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narrative for people to ignore. The Mothman had been a warning,
they said, omen a grim messenger of disaster. This connection
between Mothman and the Silver Bridge collapse is part of
what gives the legend its staying power. It wasn't just
a flap of monster sightings. It had consequences. It felt
like a story with a beginning, a middle, and a
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very dramatic end. People wanted to find meaning in the tragedy,
and the Mothmen offered just enough ambiguity to fit the role.
Was it trying to warn people? Did it cause the collapse?
Was it drawn to the site because it could sense
the impending doom. Theories ran wild, and they still do
in the years that followed. The story didn't die down.
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If anything, it grew. John Keel, a journalist and paranormal investigator,
published a book in nineteen seventy five called The Mothman Prophecies,
which took the story even further into the realm of
the surreal Keel connected the sightings to a broader pattern
of high strangeness, UFOs, psychic visions, phone interference, and yes
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men in black. He believed something very strange was happening
in Point Pleasant, and Mothman was just one piece of
a larger puzzle. Whether or not you buy Keel's conclusions,
his book turned a local mystery into a national obsession.
It later inspired a Hollywood film, which leaned heavily into
the eerie and existential and helped introduce Mothmen to a
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whole new generation. But the real legacy of that first
year nineteen sixty six to nineteen sixty seven is how
it shaped the cultural role of the Mothman. Unlike Bigfoot
of the loch Ness Monster, the Mothman wasn't just a cryptid.
It wasn't just a thing people thought they saw. It
was part of a story, a weird, tragic, very human
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story about fear, media and the strange ways we try
to make sense of disaster. It mattered that it happened
in a small town. It mattered that the people involved
were everyday folks. It mattered that the sighting stopped when
the bridge fell. Those ingredients gave the tale a mythic
weight that still lingers today. Point Pleasant has embraced the legend.
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There's a Mothman museum, there's a festival. There's a statue
complete with wings and pecks that could cut glass. What
started as a terrifying few months for a small town
has become a proud part of local identity. Whether people
believe in the creature or not is almost beside the point.
The story is what matters, the way it was told,
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the way it was shared, and the way it became folklore,
because that's what it is now, folklore, not in the
dusty sense of ancient legends, but in the living, breathing
sense of a story people still tell, still shape, and
still find meaning in. And that's where we leave chapter one.
A creature in the dark, a town in the spotlight,
and a bridge that fell, leaving behind more questions than answers.
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In the next chapter, we'll see how the Mothman took
flight again, not just in sightings, but in books, movies, comics,
and more, because it turns out that even the weirdest
hometown legends don't stay local for long. The dust had
barely settled in Point Pleasant before mothmen began to evolve.
What it started as a series of strange sightings in
a small West Virginia town didn't just fade away after
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the Silverbridge collapse. It grew. It stretched out of the
Ohio Valley and into something much stranger. And leading that
charge was a man named John Keel, who arrived in
Point Pleasant with a notepad, a skeptical eye, and a
knack for turning chaos into narrative. Keel wasn't your average journalist.
By the time he got to West Virginia. He had
already tangled with tales of lake monsters, men in black,
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and UFO sightings. But what he found in Point Pleasant
was something else entirely. The Mothman story, with its blend
of terror, mystery, and mounting hysteria, was the kind of
thing that didn't fit neatly into any single category, so
Keel didn't try to make it fit. He threw out
the categories instead. In nineteen seventy five, he published The
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Mothman Prophecies, a book that would cement the creature's place
in American folklore and open the door for a whole
lot of weirdness to walk through. In Keel's version, the
Mothmen wasn't just a flying cryptid. It was a symptom
of something bigger. He connected it to UFO sightings, poltergeist activity,
psychic visions, and those mysterious men in black who allegedly
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showed up after key sightings to intimidate witnesses. Keel didn't
claim to understand what was happening. In fact, that was
sort of his point. He framed Mothman as one tentacle
of a larger phenomenon, what he called ultra terrestrials, entities
not from another planet, but from another dimension or reality altogether.
These beings, he argued, could appear as aliens, monsters, or
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ghosts depending on who was looking. They fed on fear, confusion,
and attention, which conveniently was exactly what Mothman was generating.
To be fair, Keel didn't invent this sort of thinking.
Charles Fort, the early twentieth century writer who gave us
the term fourteen as in fourteen phenomena, had already paved
the way for connecting disparate paranormal dots into one glorious,
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chaotic mess. But Keel gave that approach a new voice
and a wildly compelling story. The Mothman prophecies. Wasn't just
a chronicle of sightings. It was a paranoid, pulse pounding
trip through the collapse of consensus reality. People loved it,
even if they didn't believe every word. They appreciated the ride,
and that ride didn't stop in West Virginia. The moment
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Keel's book hit shelves, Mothman went from local oddity to
national curiosity. Paranormal researchers began treating it less like a
creature and more like a symbol. It became shorthand for
encounters with the unexplainable, a dark omen flapping through the
night's sky of American anxiety. Theories about what it actually
was multiplied like conspiracy rabbits. Some said it was an
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alien scout. Others thought it was a harbinger of doom
tied to disasters, like a cosmic canarian the coal mine.
Some fringe theorists connected it to secret government experiments or
ancient prophecies. Others figured it was a tulpa, a psychic
projection made real by the sheer force of collective belief.
None of it was probable. All of it was fascinating.
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As the nineteen eighties rolled around, mothman sightings continued, albeit
less frequently, but they popped up in unexpected places. A
few even made headlines again, most notably in connection with
the Chernobyl disaster in nineteen eighty six. Several stories, largely unverified,
claimed that workers at the Chernobyl Nuclear plant had seen
a winged creature with glowing red eyes hovering near the
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sight in the days leading up to the explosion. They
dubbed it the black Bird of Chernobyl. Sound familiar. Whether
these stories were genuine reports, retrofitted legends, or pure fabrication
didn't seem to matter. The mothmen had made the jump.
It wasn't just American anymore. It had become global. This
ability to slide into new places, new contexts, and new
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disasters became part of the myths power. Sightings in Chicago
in the nineteen nineties and again in the twenty tens
followed a similar pattern. A few credible sounding reports would surface,
more would trickle in. The creature was described in nearly
identical terms, human like figure, massive wings, red, glowing eyes.
Sometimes it hovered, sometimes it screamed, sometimes it just watched.
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These stories were often vague on details, fuzzy on dates
and nearly impossible to verify, but they resonated anyway. They
were shared, repeated and slowly shaped into a new layer
of legend. By this point, the Mothman was no longer
just encryptid. It had joined the ranks of modern myth,
like Bigfoot, the Jersey Devil, or the Chupacabra. It represented
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something larger than itself. But unlike those others, Mothmen had
always felt a little more literary. It came with a
built in story arc, a tragedy, and a cast of
characters who had names and faces. The fact that it
was born in a very specific place and time only
gave it more texture, and its connection to prophecy, disaster,
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and the unknowable made it irresistible to people who saw
the world as a puzzle with missing pieces. This is
where things get interesting, because while Mothman was gliding into
the public imagination, the culture around it was shifting to.
The nineteen seventies through the nineteen nineties saw a huge
boom in interest in the paranormal, the unexplained, and the
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slightly absurd. Shows like In Search of and later Unsolved
Mysteries brought stories of UFOs and monsters into living rooms
across the country. New age movements were rising, the X
files were looming, and belief itself had become entertainment. People
didn't need to be convinced anymore. They just needed to
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be intrigued. That's how Mothman survived. It didn't rely on
constant sightings or hard evidence. It relied on its ability
to evoke a mood, a feeling that something strange might
be watching from just outside the beam of your headlights.
It was flexible, mysterious, and just vague enough to be
shaped into whatever the moment needed. A symbol of doom,
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a misunderstood visitor, a cautionary tale about ignoring the signs.
Take your pick. By the late nineteen nineties, with the
rise of the Internet, the legend found fresh legs again. Forums,
early websites, and online zines gave fans and believers a
place to share theories, stories, and blurry photos. The Mothman
became a kind of gateway cryptid. If you were into it,
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you were probably into a whole bunch of other fourteen phenomena.
Two crop circles, black helicopters, shadow people, government, mind control.
It all fit together in a messy exhilarating web of
modern mythmaking, and through it all, Mothman retained a certain style.
It wasn't as cartoonish as some urban legends or as
obviously hokey as others. It had just enough emotional heft
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to feel significant without ever being too specific. That's the
sweet spot. That's what keeps a story alive, especially when
the real world starts feeling stranger than the folklore. So
here we are decades after the last real flap of
sightings in Point Pleasant, and the Mothman is still hanging around.
It shows up in conversations about synchronicity, in books about precognition,
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in YouTube videos about interdimensional portals. It's even part of
digital culture, now, sliding smoothly into memes, tiktoks, and Reddit threads.
And the best part, no one agrees on what it is,
not even close, which arguably is exactly why it's still
with us. In the next chapter, we'll take a look
at how Mothman fully embraced the spotlight from comic books
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and horror films to plush toys and metallic statues. The
creature has made the leap from campfire tale to cultural icon.
Because if chapter one was a local mystery, and chapter
two was a philosophical trip into the weird. Chapter three
is a full blown media circus with wings let's keep flying.
By the time the twenty first century rolled in, Mothman
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had already spread its wings far beyond point pleasant. But
in two thousand and two, something strange happened. Hollywood got involved.
A full length feature film hit theaters called The Mothman Prophecies,
and somehow it wasn't a campy creature flick or a
found footage horror romp. It was a moody, elliptical, psychological thriller.
No glowing red eyes chasing teenagers, no winged monster flying
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into frame, just a quiet, unsettling story about grief, fate,
and something watching from the shadows. The film was based
on true events, which is movie speak for we borrowed
a few names. It took inspiration from John Keel's book, sure,
but it turned the narrative into something else entirely. Gera's character,
loosely based on Keel, is grieving his wife's death when
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he stumbles into a series of bizarre events in a
small town in West Virginia. There's a lot of static
on the phone people, hear voices, there are premonitions, there's
a strange figure named Indrid Cold. But there's not a
lot of mothmen, at least not in the way fans expected.
The creature itself is never seen directly, just hinted at, felt,
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glimpsed out of the corner of your mind. And maybe
that was the right move, because what the film did
capture more than any previous attempt was the atmosphere of
the original legend, that creeping sense that something is happening
just beneath reality, that sense of dread without definition. The
film didn't win any major awards or break box office records,
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but it did something far more valuable. It gave the
legend legs again, long, thin, slightly unsettling ones. After the
film's release, a whole new wave of curiosity hit Point Pleasant.
People wanted to see the town where it all began.
They wanted to stand on the banks of the Ohio
River and squint into the trees. They wanted to visit
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the bridge, even though the original Silver Bridge had collapsed
decades earlier and been replaced by a less poetic structure,
and Point Pleasant, to its credit, said yes, come on in,
enter the Mothman Festival. What started in two thousand and
two as a small local celebration, grew into a full
blown annual pilgrimage for fans of the strange and unexplained.
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Held every September, The Mothman Festival is part street fair,
part cryptid convention, part smalltown pride parade. Thousands of visitors
show up, some in costumes, some just there for the
Mothman pancakes. There are lectures by paranormal authors. There are
vendors selling t shirts, mugs, plushies, posters, and Mothman shaped cookies.
There's a hay ride through the old TNT area where
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the creature was first sighted. And yes, there is line
after line of people waiting to take a photo with
the statue. Let's talk about that statue. Unveiled in two
thousand and three, the Mothman Statue sits proudly in downtown
Point Pleasant. It's made of polished metal, over twelve feet tall,
with dramatic wings, bulging chest muscles, and a pair of
glowing red eyes that light up at night. It looks
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like a cross between a bodybuilder and a transformer, and
people love it. Kids climb on it, Tourists pose dramatically
beneath it, couples get engaged in front of it. It is,
without question, the town's most photographed resident. And this is
where Mothman's story takes an unexpected turn from fear to fondness.
What was once a source of panic has become a mascot,
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not a monster, but a friend, a local hero with
a spooky edge. He shows up on water bottles, bumper stickers,
earrings and phone cases. There's a mural, there are tattoos.
You can get Mothman hot sauce or a Mothman burger.
Somewhere along the line, the winged harbinger of doom became
oddly wholesome. This isn't just marketing. It's mythology at work.
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Over time, cultures soften their monsters. What once terrified becomes familiar.
Vampires become romantic, zombies get TV shows, Bigfoot becomes a meme,
and Mothman he becomes a little bit adorable. The eyes
still glow, the wings still stretch, but there's a kindness
to the creature. Now. He's spooky, not sinister, mysterious not malevolent.
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So why does he stick around? Part of it is
the vibe Mothman is just weird enough to be cool,
just scary enough to be interesting, and just vague enough
to be whatever you need him to be be. He
doesn't chase people with claws, he doesn't breathe fire or
cause property damage. He just shows up and then something
bad might happen or not. He's the paranormal equivalent of
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a raised eyebrow, a signal that the universe might might
be a little stranger than advertised. There's also something comforting
about local legends. In a world where everything feels global, digital,
and distant, Mothman belongs to point pleasant. He came from
the back roads and backyards of a real town with
real people, and even though his wingspan has stretched across
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the internet, he still flaps home once a year for
the festival. That's rare. Most urban legends become blurry over time,
they lose their anchor. Mothman never did, and then there's
the community that's built up around him Online. There are
fan pages, discord servers, art contests, and ongoing debates about
what the creature really is. Some people still lean into
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the paranormal angle, linking Mothman to UFO sightings, time travel,
or multiverse theories. Others just enjoy the esthetic, the red eyes,
the silhouette, the way he looks on a sticker slapped
onto a guitar case. There's even a thriving market of
indie creators who use Mothman as a kind of cryptid
mascot for everything from mental health zines to punk rock playlists.
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He's become a symbol of outsider identity, a reminder that
you don't have to make sense to be loved, that
being weird isn't a liability, it's a brand. In an
age where irony and sincerity are constantly trading places, Mothman
lives in the sweet spot. You can wear a Mothman
hoodie and mean it or not or both. But beyond
the memes in merch, there's something deeper going on. People
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still want to believe, not necessarily in monsters, but in meaning,
in stories that connect the dots, in signs, in omens,
in the idea that maybe the universe has layers we
haven't peeled back yet. Mothman is a symbol of that itch.
He's not the answer, he's the question, the presence that
turns a quiet night into something charged, the figure at
the edge of the frame that makes you feel just
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a little more awake, and in a way, that might
be why he's still around. Mothman isn't trying to explain
the world. He's reminding us that the world doesn't always
explain itself, and that's okay. So we've come a long
way from nineteen sixty six, from the Scarberrys' is Panicked
report on Route sixty two to the annual parade of
Mothman cosplayers waving from the back of flatbed trucks. The
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creature has been a horror story, a warning sign, a metaphor,
a meme, and a minor celebrity, and through it all,
he's managed to hold onto the one thing every folklore
figure hopes for, mystery. Because mystery lasts whether you think
he's a misidentified bird, an alien scout, a government experiment,
or just the result of sleep deprived teenagers with overactive imaginations.
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Mothman is real where it matters in the minds of
the people who tell his story. In the photos snapped
at the statue, in the homemade costumes, encryptid podcasts, and
glow in the dark enamel pins. He exists in the
same way any good legend does not in fact, but
in fascination. And that's the story of Mothman, a creature
with wings, red eyes, and a strangely endearing legacy. Not
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quite a monster, not quite a myth, but something that
hums in the wires between. Now, if you'll excuse us,
we've got a festival to catch and a statue to
pose with. Say cheese. The eyes are glowing.
Hello, and welcome to the History of the Show for
anyone who flunked history but still wants to impress at
Trivia Night. Each day we take one topic, an object,
a place, a job, a trend, and uncover the weird, messy,
and sometimes ridiculous truth behind it. No homework, just history
you'll actually want to tell people about. Ready, let's get
(00:30):
into it. The history of the Mothman. It started on
a quiet road, just outside a sleepy town, in the
kind of place where people still wave at each other
from passing cars, and no one expects to become a
headline point. Pleasant West Virginia was not known for much
before nineteen sixty six. It had some local folklore, a river,
(00:52):
a bridge, and an air of Appalachian stillness that seemed
completely uninterested in the supernatural. But that changed on the
night of Novamber fifteenth, when four young adults claimed they
had seen something with wings, not just wings, but glowing
red eyes, a human like shape, and an uncanny way
of moving. Their names were Roger and Linda Scarberry, and
(01:14):
Steve and Mary Malette. They weren't fringe types. They weren't
out hunting ghosts. They were out driving past the old
TNT area, a former World War II munitions plant that
had since turned into a local hangout spot. What they
saw that night would ripple out from that quiet corner
of West Virginia and become one of the most famous
cryptid stories in American history. According to the Scarberries and
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the Mallets, they spotted the creature near one of the
abandoned igloo shaped storage buildings. It was tall, at least
six or seven feet, with wings folded behind its back,
and those unmistakable red eyes glowing in the dark. When
they sped away in their car, it flew after them.
That was one of the more unsettling details. It didn't
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flap its wings, It just lifted off the ground and
glided behind their car at highway speeds. Linda was so
shaken she refused to sleep at home that night. The
group went straight to the police, who took them seriously
enough to accompany them back to the site. Unsurprisingly, the
creature was nowhere to be found. By the next morning,
the story was out. The local paper, The Point Pleasant Register,
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ran a headline that simply read couples see man sized
bird creature. Something that summed it up pretty well. No
one knew what it was, but suddenly everyone was talking
about it. What followed was a flurry of sightings, rumors,
and full on panic. Over the next few weeks, dozens
of people reported seeing something strange in the skies or
(02:42):
by the roadside. The descriptions varied slightly, but the broad
stroke stayed the same. Tall, winged, glowing, red eyes, and fast.
It was quickly nicknamed Mothman, likely because of the popularity
of the Batman TV series at the time. Birdman just
didn't have the same ring to it, and giant flying
horror wasn't going to sell newspapers. As the Mothman mania grew,
(03:06):
it brought out all kinds of people. Some were genuinely terrified,
others were hoping for a thrill or a glimpse of
something weird. The old TNT area became a magnet for
monster hunters, teenagers and journalists. Local authorities tried to calm
things down, but the story had taken on a life
of its own. This wasn't just one sighting anymore. It
(03:27):
was a phenomenon. People reported being followed, waking up with
strange marks, or receiving mysterious phone calls. It was as
if the town had stumbled into a David Lynch script
with fewer jazz interludes. The thing is, no one ever
got a clear photo. No one ever trapped it, touched it,
or even saw it close up in daylight. What they
(03:48):
had were stories, and a lot of them. Some people
started connecting the dots a little too enthusiastically. UFO sightings
increased in the area, so did reports of strange men
in black suits showing up and asking odd questions. There
were claims that animals were going missing, electronics were malfunctioning,
and people were having prophetic dreams. Whether or not any
(04:09):
of this had anything to do with the original creature
was unclear. What was clear is that Point Pleasant was
no longer just a dot on a map. It had
become the epicenter of something big, spooky, and completely unexpected. Then,
on December fifteenth, nineteen sixty seven, the Silver Bridge collapsed.
It was rush hour and the bridge was packed with cars.
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Forty six people died when the bridge fell into the
icy Ohio River. The collapse was blamed on a failure
in a single eyebar chain, a mechanical issue, not a
supernatural one, but many in Point Pleasant couldn't ignore the
timing The Mothman sightings had reached a fever pitch in
the months leading up to the collapse. After the tragedy,
the creature seemed to vanish. It was too neat a
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narrative for people to ignore. The Mothman had been a warning,
they said, omen a grim messenger of disaster. This connection
between Mothman and the Silver Bridge collapse is part of
what gives the legend its staying power. It wasn't just
a flap of monster sightings. It had consequences. It felt
like a story with a beginning, a middle, and a
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very dramatic end. People wanted to find meaning in the tragedy,
and the Mothmen offered just enough ambiguity to fit the role.
Was it trying to warn people? Did it cause the collapse?
Was it drawn to the site because it could sense
the impending doom. Theories ran wild, and they still do
in the years that followed. The story didn't die down.
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If anything, it grew. John Keel, a journalist and paranormal investigator,
published a book in nineteen seventy five called The Mothman Prophecies,
which took the story even further into the realm of
the surreal Keel connected the sightings to a broader pattern
of high strangeness, UFOs, psychic visions, phone interference, and yes
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men in black. He believed something very strange was happening
in Point Pleasant, and Mothman was just one piece of
a larger puzzle. Whether or not you buy Keel's conclusions,
his book turned a local mystery into a national obsession.
It later inspired a Hollywood film, which leaned heavily into
the eerie and existential and helped introduce Mothmen to a
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whole new generation. But the real legacy of that first
year nineteen sixty six to nineteen sixty seven is how
it shaped the cultural role of the Mothman. Unlike Bigfoot
of the loch Ness Monster, the Mothman wasn't just a cryptid.
It wasn't just a thing people thought they saw. It
was part of a story, a weird, tragic, very human
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story about fear, media and the strange ways we try
to make sense of disaster. It mattered that it happened
in a small town. It mattered that the people involved
were everyday folks. It mattered that the sighting stopped when
the bridge fell. Those ingredients gave the tale a mythic
weight that still lingers today. Point Pleasant has embraced the legend.
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There's a Mothman museum, there's a festival. There's a statue
complete with wings and pecks that could cut glass. What
started as a terrifying few months for a small town
has become a proud part of local identity. Whether people
believe in the creature or not is almost beside the point.
The story is what matters, the way it was told,
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the way it was shared, and the way it became folklore,
because that's what it is now, folklore, not in the
dusty sense of ancient legends, but in the living, breathing
sense of a story people still tell, still shape, and
still find meaning in. And that's where we leave chapter one.
A creature in the dark, a town in the spotlight,
and a bridge that fell, leaving behind more questions than answers.
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In the next chapter, we'll see how the Mothman took
flight again, not just in sightings, but in books, movies, comics,
and more, because it turns out that even the weirdest
hometown legends don't stay local for long. The dust had
barely settled in Point Pleasant before mothmen began to evolve.
What it started as a series of strange sightings in
a small West Virginia town didn't just fade away after
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the Silverbridge collapse. It grew. It stretched out of the
Ohio Valley and into something much stranger. And leading that
charge was a man named John Keel, who arrived in
Point Pleasant with a notepad, a skeptical eye, and a
knack for turning chaos into narrative. Keel wasn't your average journalist.
By the time he got to West Virginia. He had
already tangled with tales of lake monsters, men in black,
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and UFO sightings. But what he found in Point Pleasant
was something else entirely. The Mothman story, with its blend
of terror, mystery, and mounting hysteria, was the kind of
thing that didn't fit neatly into any single category, so
Keel didn't try to make it fit. He threw out
the categories instead. In nineteen seventy five, he published The
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Mothman Prophecies, a book that would cement the creature's place
in American folklore and open the door for a whole
lot of weirdness to walk through. In Keel's version, the
Mothmen wasn't just a flying cryptid. It was a symptom
of something bigger. He connected it to UFO sightings, poltergeist activity,
psychic visions, and those mysterious men in black who allegedly
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showed up after key sightings to intimidate witnesses. Keel didn't
claim to understand what was happening. In fact, that was
sort of his point. He framed Mothman as one tentacle
of a larger phenomenon, what he called ultra terrestrials, entities
not from another planet, but from another dimension or reality altogether.
These beings, he argued, could appear as aliens, monsters, or
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ghosts depending on who was looking. They fed on fear, confusion,
and attention, which conveniently was exactly what Mothman was generating.
To be fair, Keel didn't invent this sort of thinking.
Charles Fort, the early twentieth century writer who gave us
the term fourteen as in fourteen phenomena, had already paved
the way for connecting disparate paranormal dots into one glorious,
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chaotic mess. But Keel gave that approach a new voice
and a wildly compelling story. The Mothman prophecies. Wasn't just
a chronicle of sightings. It was a paranoid, pulse pounding
trip through the collapse of consensus reality. People loved it,
even if they didn't believe every word. They appreciated the ride,
and that ride didn't stop in West Virginia. The moment
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Keel's book hit shelves, Mothman went from local oddity to
national curiosity. Paranormal researchers began treating it less like a
creature and more like a symbol. It became shorthand for
encounters with the unexplainable, a dark omen flapping through the
night's sky of American anxiety. Theories about what it actually
was multiplied like conspiracy rabbits. Some said it was an
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alien scout. Others thought it was a harbinger of doom
tied to disasters, like a cosmic canarian the coal mine.
Some fringe theorists connected it to secret government experiments or
ancient prophecies. Others figured it was a tulpa, a psychic
projection made real by the sheer force of collective belief.
None of it was probable. All of it was fascinating.
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As the nineteen eighties rolled around, mothman sightings continued, albeit
less frequently, but they popped up in unexpected places. A
few even made headlines again, most notably in connection with
the Chernobyl disaster in nineteen eighty six. Several stories, largely unverified,
claimed that workers at the Chernobyl Nuclear plant had seen
a winged creature with glowing red eyes hovering near the
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sight in the days leading up to the explosion. They
dubbed it the black Bird of Chernobyl. Sound familiar. Whether
these stories were genuine reports, retrofitted legends, or pure fabrication
didn't seem to matter. The mothmen had made the jump.
It wasn't just American anymore. It had become global. This
ability to slide into new places, new contexts, and new
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disasters became part of the myths power. Sightings in Chicago
in the nineteen nineties and again in the twenty tens
followed a similar pattern. A few credible sounding reports would surface,
more would trickle in. The creature was described in nearly
identical terms, human like figure, massive wings, red, glowing eyes.
Sometimes it hovered, sometimes it screamed, sometimes it just watched.
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These stories were often vague on details, fuzzy on dates
and nearly impossible to verify, but they resonated anyway. They
were shared, repeated and slowly shaped into a new layer
of legend. By this point, the Mothman was no longer
just encryptid. It had joined the ranks of modern myth,
like Bigfoot, the Jersey Devil, or the Chupacabra. It represented
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something larger than itself. But unlike those others, Mothmen had
always felt a little more literary. It came with a
built in story arc, a tragedy, and a cast of
characters who had names and faces. The fact that it
was born in a very specific place and time only
gave it more texture, and its connection to prophecy, disaster,
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and the unknowable made it irresistible to people who saw
the world as a puzzle with missing pieces. This is
where things get interesting, because while Mothman was gliding into
the public imagination, the culture around it was shifting to.
The nineteen seventies through the nineteen nineties saw a huge
boom in interest in the paranormal, the unexplained, and the
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slightly absurd. Shows like In Search of and later Unsolved
Mysteries brought stories of UFOs and monsters into living rooms
across the country. New age movements were rising, the X
files were looming, and belief itself had become entertainment. People
didn't need to be convinced anymore. They just needed to
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be intrigued. That's how Mothman survived. It didn't rely on
constant sightings or hard evidence. It relied on its ability
to evoke a mood, a feeling that something strange might
be watching from just outside the beam of your headlights.
It was flexible, mysterious, and just vague enough to be
shaped into whatever the moment needed. A symbol of doom,
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a misunderstood visitor, a cautionary tale about ignoring the signs.
Take your pick. By the late nineteen nineties, with the
rise of the Internet, the legend found fresh legs again. Forums,
early websites, and online zines gave fans and believers a
place to share theories, stories, and blurry photos. The Mothman
became a kind of gateway cryptid. If you were into it,
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you were probably into a whole bunch of other fourteen phenomena.
Two crop circles, black helicopters, shadow people, government, mind control.
It all fit together in a messy exhilarating web of
modern mythmaking, and through it all, Mothman retained a certain style.
It wasn't as cartoonish as some urban legends or as
obviously hokey as others. It had just enough emotional heft
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to feel significant without ever being too specific. That's the
sweet spot. That's what keeps a story alive, especially when
the real world starts feeling stranger than the folklore. So
here we are decades after the last real flap of
sightings in Point Pleasant, and the Mothman is still hanging around.
It shows up in conversations about synchronicity, in books about precognition,
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in YouTube videos about interdimensional portals. It's even part of
digital culture, now, sliding smoothly into memes, tiktoks, and Reddit threads.
And the best part, no one agrees on what it is,
not even close, which arguably is exactly why it's still
with us. In the next chapter, we'll take a look
at how Mothman fully embraced the spotlight from comic books
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and horror films to plush toys and metallic statues. The
creature has made the leap from campfire tale to cultural icon.
Because if chapter one was a local mystery, and chapter
two was a philosophical trip into the weird. Chapter three
is a full blown media circus with wings let's keep flying.
By the time the twenty first century rolled in, Mothman
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had already spread its wings far beyond point pleasant. But
in two thousand and two, something strange happened. Hollywood got involved.
A full length feature film hit theaters called The Mothman Prophecies,
and somehow it wasn't a campy creature flick or a
found footage horror romp. It was a moody, elliptical, psychological thriller.
No glowing red eyes chasing teenagers, no winged monster flying
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into frame, just a quiet, unsettling story about grief, fate,
and something watching from the shadows. The film was based
on true events, which is movie speak for we borrowed
a few names. It took inspiration from John Keel's book, sure,
but it turned the narrative into something else entirely. Gera's character,
loosely based on Keel, is grieving his wife's death when
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he stumbles into a series of bizarre events in a
small town in West Virginia. There's a lot of static
on the phone people, hear voices, there are premonitions, there's
a strange figure named Indrid Cold. But there's not a
lot of mothmen, at least not in the way fans expected.
The creature itself is never seen directly, just hinted at, felt,
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glimpsed out of the corner of your mind. And maybe
that was the right move, because what the film did
capture more than any previous attempt was the atmosphere of
the original legend, that creeping sense that something is happening
just beneath reality, that sense of dread without definition. The
film didn't win any major awards or break box office records,
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but it did something far more valuable. It gave the
legend legs again, long, thin, slightly unsettling ones. After the
film's release, a whole new wave of curiosity hit Point Pleasant.
People wanted to see the town where it all began.
They wanted to stand on the banks of the Ohio
River and squint into the trees. They wanted to visit
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the bridge, even though the original Silver Bridge had collapsed
decades earlier and been replaced by a less poetic structure,
and Point Pleasant, to its credit, said yes, come on in,
enter the Mothman Festival. What started in two thousand and
two as a small local celebration, grew into a full
blown annual pilgrimage for fans of the strange and unexplained.
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Held every September, The Mothman Festival is part street fair,
part cryptid convention, part smalltown pride parade. Thousands of visitors
show up, some in costumes, some just there for the
Mothman pancakes. There are lectures by paranormal authors. There are
vendors selling t shirts, mugs, plushies, posters, and Mothman shaped cookies.
There's a hay ride through the old TNT area where
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the creature was first sighted. And yes, there is line
after line of people waiting to take a photo with
the statue. Let's talk about that statue. Unveiled in two
thousand and three, the Mothman Statue sits proudly in downtown
Point Pleasant. It's made of polished metal, over twelve feet tall,
with dramatic wings, bulging chest muscles, and a pair of
glowing red eyes that light up at night. It looks
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like a cross between a bodybuilder and a transformer, and
people love it. Kids climb on it, Tourists pose dramatically
beneath it, couples get engaged in front of it. It is,
without question, the town's most photographed resident. And this is
where Mothman's story takes an unexpected turn from fear to fondness.
What was once a source of panic has become a mascot,
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not a monster, but a friend, a local hero with
a spooky edge. He shows up on water bottles, bumper stickers,
earrings and phone cases. There's a mural, there are tattoos.
You can get Mothman hot sauce or a Mothman burger.
Somewhere along the line, the winged harbinger of doom became
oddly wholesome. This isn't just marketing. It's mythology at work.
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Over time, cultures soften their monsters. What once terrified becomes familiar.
Vampires become romantic, zombies get TV shows, Bigfoot becomes a meme,
and Mothman he becomes a little bit adorable. The eyes
still glow, the wings still stretch, but there's a kindness
to the creature. Now. He's spooky, not sinister, mysterious not malevolent.
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So why does he stick around? Part of it is
the vibe Mothman is just weird enough to be cool,
just scary enough to be interesting, and just vague enough
to be whatever you need him to be be. He
doesn't chase people with claws, he doesn't breathe fire or
cause property damage. He just shows up and then something
bad might happen or not. He's the paranormal equivalent of
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a raised eyebrow, a signal that the universe might might
be a little stranger than advertised. There's also something comforting
about local legends. In a world where everything feels global, digital,
and distant, Mothman belongs to point pleasant. He came from
the back roads and backyards of a real town with
real people, and even though his wingspan has stretched across
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the internet, he still flaps home once a year for
the festival. That's rare. Most urban legends become blurry over time,
they lose their anchor. Mothman never did, and then there's
the community that's built up around him Online. There are
fan pages, discord servers, art contests, and ongoing debates about
what the creature really is. Some people still lean into
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the paranormal angle, linking Mothman to UFO sightings, time travel,
or multiverse theories. Others just enjoy the esthetic, the red eyes,
the silhouette, the way he looks on a sticker slapped
onto a guitar case. There's even a thriving market of
indie creators who use Mothman as a kind of cryptid
mascot for everything from mental health zines to punk rock playlists.
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He's become a symbol of outsider identity, a reminder that
you don't have to make sense to be loved, that
being weird isn't a liability, it's a brand. In an
age where irony and sincerity are constantly trading places, Mothman
lives in the sweet spot. You can wear a Mothman
hoodie and mean it or not or both. But beyond
the memes in merch, there's something deeper going on. People
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still want to believe, not necessarily in monsters, but in meaning,
in stories that connect the dots, in signs, in omens,
in the idea that maybe the universe has layers we
haven't peeled back yet. Mothman is a symbol of that itch.
He's not the answer, he's the question, the presence that
turns a quiet night into something charged, the figure at
the edge of the frame that makes you feel just
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a little more awake, and in a way, that might
be why he's still around. Mothman isn't trying to explain
the world. He's reminding us that the world doesn't always
explain itself, and that's okay. So we've come a long
way from nineteen sixty six, from the Scarberrys' is Panicked
report on Route sixty two to the annual parade of
Mothman cosplayers waving from the back of flatbed trucks. The
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creature has been a horror story, a warning sign, a metaphor,
a meme, and a minor celebrity, and through it all,
he's managed to hold onto the one thing every folklore
figure hopes for, mystery. Because mystery lasts whether you think
he's a misidentified bird, an alien scout, a government experiment,
or just the result of sleep deprived teenagers with overactive imaginations.
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Mothman is real where it matters in the minds of
the people who tell his story. In the photos snapped
at the statue, in the homemade costumes, encryptid podcasts, and
glow in the dark enamel pins. He exists in the
same way any good legend does not in fact, but
in fascination. And that's the story of Mothman, a creature
with wings, red eyes, and a strangely endearing legacy. Not
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quite a monster, not quite a myth, but something that
hums in the wires between. Now, if you'll excuse us,
we've got a festival to catch and a statue to
pose with. Say cheese. The eyes are glowing.
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