Mountain Monster

Here in the hills of West Virginia nothing exciting ever happens. Everyone's day is down to a routine. You get up, go to work, come home, and do it all over again. People around here have to work hard for what they have. Day after day it's the same old thing. Nothing changes, nothing exciting happens. If you’re not working, you’re on a tail gate drinking a beer, screwing around with your friends; if you’re feeling dangerous add some gums to the equation. I used to dream about moving on to a bigger and better life. A big city, big shot job, lots of money in the bank. That was until about 3 weeks ago, when my entire life changed. When that thing came back and and turned my boring life into a living f*****g nightmare. The “thing” I’m talking about is the Mothman. Real life, honest to God Mothman. I know this, because I saw him. A lot of odd things have been going on around here, and now I know why. I'm not exactly sure how to stop him, but I'm going to do everything in my power to get rid of him. Why? Because he took my dad.