A Mothman Variation
“I know this is going to sound like some paranoid fantasy conspiracy, but it’s what my dad told me.
“Years ago, way back, we lived in Virgina, West Virgina. I think, might be on my birth certificate? Should check that. I was little at the time. My dad claimed he had seen the Mothman, and my dad swore he had a hand that was cut off from one of the Mothman creatures. I never did understand exactly how that happened, the ‘hand getting cut off’ part, but it’s what my dad said.
“The deal is, there was a time, this was a several years back, there was a time when all the old family materials were stuffed into a storage unit. Before we moved here. That storage unit, this much is true, burned down, or, like the middle row of buildings got toasted. Roasted and burnt. ‘They said’ it was a meth lab in the unit next to ours, but I’m not sure.”
“Did they even have ‘meth labs’ back then?”
“The hand, cut off from a Mothman, was just wrapped in an old dish towel, in a regular shoebox, like, with the rest of the family’s junk. Old pictures and newspaper clippings, famous headlines? Moldy magazines and spare dishes. How my dad got that hand? I don’t know, something about an encounter, and he said he didn’t like talking about it.
“Sounded ominous, but most of my family stories were like that. Remember that this was before cell phone with cameras, so who really knows?
“My dad always hinted that it was a big government conspiracy cover-up, that’s what burned the storage unit. He got a big pay raise when we transferred here.”
(Reused with permission.)
A Mothman Variation
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