Paranormal Story Archives
June 2001
– Page 29
Was It
Mothman?
by Mark B.
My friend and I decided to go fishing one evening after a huge rainstorm. The river floods over into a little dirt road, down over the asphalt road. It makes a huge island going for a few miles and it usually traps all kinds of fish, so off we went. We were slaying the catfish and it was getting dark, so we left to go get the boat and travel down the little creek and just see how much we could catch. Well, by the time we got the boat back in the water after leaving, it was about 11 p.m.. We set the boat in the water. Now, this is in about the late springtime, with a lantern for a light we began floating down in a canoe. As we were moving slowly along, we noticed something just over in the edge of the forest just out of the light. It was moving right along with us, keeping pace. We could hear a snap where it would step. We thought it was a big cat, but then again cats are pretty stealthy, right? So we started getting a little concerned on what it was that was stalking us, so we turned the boat around and started back up the creek where the truck was. It was still following.
We got to the place where we were going and pulled the boat up. We just sat there listening. We could hear a snap to our right, then in front of us, then to our left. Then we could hear something in the water way up above us. Then we didn't hear anything else. It had left, or so we thought. After we sat there for a long time, all of a sudden I got this weird feeling that something was watching. Startled, I looked directly to my left and up at about an eight-foot height, I looked directly into its eyes through a patch of bushes. It was huge - the eye was about the size of a woman's fist and red as blood with a small black dot in the center. It had snow white hair around its eye. I could see it from the lantern light.
As soon as we saw each other, it turned and when it squatted to jump, it snapped a branch that it was standing on. It sounded like it jumped a very long way before it landed. When I saw him, I turned to grab the boat oar (like I was going to do anything with that as huge as it was), and I screamed, "Howie, I saw it, I saw it!" We ran up to the asphalt road and he took off after it, running along the road as it was running along just over the bank in the bushes. I took off the other way. I saw it, I didn't want to see it anymore. My hair was standing up. I was never in my life - ever - scared like that, but, I didn't go too far away because I just didn't understand what I saw.
Then it just vanished, or maybe it flew away. I don't know. As soon as it was gone, we ran straight to the boat and just threw it on the truck and got out of there. We were trippin' on this thing so much we didn't even go back up there to see if there were any footprints for a couple of days. By then there was nothing, for the rain, I guess, washed everything out. A friend told me he saw the same thing, but it tried to get him. It came running out and was reaching through the back trying to pull his daddy out. He had a pistol and he shot it to get it off him. The next day, they went back and there were spots of blood on the ground. I asked him how tall he thought it was, and he said it was bout eight or ten feet tall, because it was bent down while it was reaching in the jeep.
< Previous story | Next story >
|
Do you
have a paranormal tale to tell? |
|
|
