Mothman - The Red‑Eyed Winged Creature That Landed on the Roof of Our Car
That night, we drove out toward the TNT area.
That’s what the local kids called it—
the old munitions factory zone with abandoned concrete bunkers where almost no one went at night.
We didn’t have a special reason.
It was just a late‑night drive.
Radio on, telling scary stories, laughing at nothing.
There were four of us in the car.
I was in the back seat.
Up front were my friend driving and his girlfriend.
Another friend sat beside me.
At first, everyone was talking.
But as the old factory fence came into view, the car got quieter.
There were almost no streetlights—only the parts lit by our headlights were visible.
The woods on both sides looked like solid black walls.
Then the friend in the front said,
“What is that?”
The car slowed.
Something was standing by the road.
At first, I thought it was a person.
It was tall.
Very tall.
Its body was gray or black, with unnaturally broad shoulders.
But the first thing we noticed were the eyes.
Red eyes.
They glowed like reflectors—
except they weren’t reflectors.
They were eyes.
When the headlights hit it, the thing lifted its head.
I still tried to believe it was a person.
Someone playing a prank.
Someone wearing a huge coat.
Then something unfolded behind it.
Wings.
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