During August of 2007 in Ontario, Canada, my nephews and I where taking a walk behind the hill across the street. We started to smell a strong smell that smelled almost like something had died. My nephews kept complaining about the smell. We had never experienced the smell before or when we had just began walking.
Then we heard a loud rustling sound in the tall grasses behind us. It had scared me, but what scared me even more was the large, bright red eyes that had been staring at me and what I was now staring face-to-face with. The creature was about seven feet tall, black shiny skin that looked like a bat's, long arms that reached almost to the ground, and a wingspan of about eight feet wide. I yelled for my nephews to run, but they seemed to be in some sort of trance and would not move. It let out a loud blood-curdling screech. That made my nephew cry. I pushed them foreword to start running and I ran after them. My nephew tripped and hurt his leg, so I had to carry him.
When we got home, my mother asked me why we had been back so early. After I had explained what had happened, she called the police. The police did not believe us and decided to ignore our call. After things had died down a little that night, I heard a scratching sound on the window in the living room. I went to see what it was and it was the tall, dark creature peering in my living room window. I yelled for it to leave, but it just stood there. I went into the kitchen to get a knife to try to threaten it away, but then I heard that unforgettable screech and the sound of large flapping wings. I had thought the creature was mocking of us and how I wanted it to leave.
Two weeks after the occurrence, our house had burned down. Perhaps it was an angel -- or Mothman -- trying to give us warning of what was going to happen to us.
