Do You Believe in the Mothman Incidents?

I believe that the witnesses saw something that scared them. I understand that anecdotal evidence is the least solid form of proof, but when witness reports are consistent, something must be going on.

My Experience: A Childhood Sighting

I do believe in the Mothman incidents because I believe I saw one when I was a child, around four years old. Back then, I didn’t know what to call it, only that it scared me very much! My whole family is pretty much some kind of psychic or other, which makes me wonder why the Mothman is attracted to us.

My sighting happened on an ordinary night. I lay awake to hear the rest of our house making sleeping noises. Despite my mother’s insistence on afternoon naps, my extra sleep only worsened my insomnia. I looked out the window of my bedroom and saw a dark shadow of a man approach. He was very still, seemingly nearly black yet glowing a kind of darkness. His eyes seemed like red stop lights, my subconscious picked this up because I tried to scream while he was there and was somehow stopped. I was too paralyzed to wake my older sister who shared my bed. There was some kind of bulk behind his shoulders that seemed to be folded back wings.

He was unnaturally still and silent for a measureless time, and then I heard a whoosh and he was gone in a dark flash. I began screaming over and over until I woke up the whole house partly from fear and partly from relief that I could finally scream aloud and move.

Theories and Skepticism

My father said it was likely just some drunk from a nearby bar looking for a bush to urinate behind. So he put up a huge hurricane fence around our yard because it scared him how close a drunk bent on mischief could get to our house windows. But I never saw a drunk so silent or still, much less with anything glowing about them. No stumbling, no fumbling at his pants; it was not a drunk. The lump on his back couldn’t have been a coat, as it was summer in the southern valley of Texas and easily 80 degrees outside at night. Drunks tend to strip quickly in that kind of heat as alcohol lowers inhibitions, so a coat was quite unlikely. It was the wrong shape for a backpack too.

The moon was just a sliver that night, what they call a hunters moon, so I had some light to see pretty good. I was the only one that saw it, so I couldn’t prove it. I was also aware that it could have been some kind of dark angel, fallen or otherwise. My Christian religion acknowledges the existence of both types of angels, so my hyper-religious mother was a bit disturbed by how insistent I was.

Support and Validation

When that movie came out, I felt a tremendous relief. I wasn’t alone, and I sustained a major head injury later that year, which fits the tragic events theory the movie proposed. Luckily, my dad was there that day, and he saved my life by quick thinking and action. I am writing this anonymously not because I am ashamed but because the label of crackpot will likely be pasted on me by the majority of readers, and that won’t serve much purpose in the long run. I am not gaining any cash or credit for this answer, so I have zero reason to lie about it, but hopefully, it will comfort others with shared experiences to know it wasn’t just me.

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