Passion in Point Pleasant [Mothman]

It was June 1967, and I was hitchhiking through Appalachia. I had dropped out of college, not knowing what to do with my life, and had decided see the country before being tied down with a job and family. It was the summer of love, and little did I know at the time how accurate that name would be.

I was about four miles away from Point Pleasant West Virginia, and it was beginning to get dark. The woods on either side of the road or dark and foreboding, and I felt a sense of unease as I walked down the blacktop towards the sleepy town. It had been a long day, my legs were tired, my feet hurt, and I was desperate for something to drink and eat. I knew that I would soon be at my destination for the evening and so I trudged forward determined to make it before the restaurants in town closed. I looked into the sky and saw that the moon was beginning to rise over the horizon. It was full, and I knew that even if I didn’t make it into town by nightfall I would still be able to see by the light of the Moon.

No cars passed as I made my way into town, it seemed as though the road had been abandoned for years. There was an eerie feeling in the air, almost as though I were being watched. I ignored it and continued walking albeit at a faster pace and more determined than ever to reach my the town. Occasionally I would hear a flapping sound. I brushed it off as just a large bird, an owl maybe. But as I walked further the flapping became louder and more insistent. I heard it behind me, turn to look, and saw a massive black figure flying no more than 20 feet above me. It had the largest wings I had ever seen on a creature, and massive red glowing eyes that seem to stare straight through me.

I had never been more terrified in my life, and desperately began to run. I was still too far from town to escape whatever was chasing me but I saw an abandoned building about 300 yards off of the road nestled in the woods. I ran as fast as I had ever ran in my life and was able to reach the decayed building which was falling apart and had been neglected for ages. I still heard the flapping behind me, but I was able to break the front door of the building and barricaded with an old table that was inside. I heard something land hard on the roof. It’s footsteps were leaden on the broken shingles that covered the building’s neglected roof. I cowered in the corner hiding trying to make myself as invisible as possible to hide from whatever had landed above me.

The weight of the creature was too much for the broken down roof beams to bear, and it came crashing through and into the room where I was crouching in fear. I gazed in horror from my hiding place at what towered in front of me. It was nearly seven feet, tall pitch black with wings that stretched out on either side like a giant bird. I couldn’t make out the details of its face, but I could see that it had huge glowing red eyes, almost like spotlights that searched the room. I knew what it was searching for, and knew that it would soon find it.

It began to walk towards me deliberately. I knew I had been seen. It pulled me up out of the corner, and lifted me above the ground. I saw no anger or malice in its eyes. I saw curiosity, and I saw what I now know to be primal lust. It caressed my face with a gesture which I believe was meant to calm me. I understood that it knew I was frightened, and was doing what it could to calm my fears. I reached out my own hand and placed it on the creature’s face.

It was furry, but not a thick fur. It was like an otter smooth and silky to the touch. It leaned into my hand, relishing the touch of another being. I could tell from his eyes that he had not felt physical contact for long time, perhaps never. I was moved with pity for this large moth like creature who stood before me starved for affection and touch. I took off my shirt and laid it on the table that I had used to barricade the door. I took his hand and placed it on my chest. I guided his hand across my body and felt his warmth against my skin. He did the same with my hand. I felt the rippling muscles beneath the smooth fur. I felt the heat of his body, and was inflamed with a passion that I had never known before.

Overcome with lust I removed the rest of my clothes. His eyes grew even wider, and he lifted me onto the table that held my clothes. I had never been more aroused in my life, and I could see from the two shafts emerging from the mothman that he was also inflamed with passion. I guided him into me, and he took me there in that dark building on the side of the road near Point Pleasant. I had expected animalistic lust, but he was truly gentle. The slow rhythmic course of our lovemaking continued through the night, and with each passing hour our ecstasy only grew.

Dawn crept in through the broken boards of the building in the hole in the ceiling and shuttered windows. I looked over and saw those red eyes looking at and through me. A look of deep satisfaction was on his face. I knew now that this was the first time that he had ever experienced the touch of another. I had been able to give joy, however brief, to someone whose life knew very little.

He stood from the floor on which we had laid and made passionate love all night, and gave me a look of longing and appreciation. Then he walked away from me towards the hole in the ceiling and climbed through it. I then heard the beating of his ebony wings against the sky, and knew that I would never see him again.

I gathered some supplies from my backpack and cleaned myself up. I then dressed and walked back towards the road. I could see Point Pleasant in the distance, but my mind and my heart would always lie on the outskirts in a small building with a beautiful creature they call the mothman.

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