The Mothman Prophecies Page #3

Too bad. I really wanted|to know what I look like.

Sergeant,|I'm curious.

Last night you said...

things had been strange...

around here lately.

- What kind of things?|- You really don't want to know.

Now I really need to know.

Just your odd reports.

People seeing things they can't explain,|so they all come to me.

'Cause you're the cop.

Because they know me.

You know, if there are|other people in this town...

who are feeling as...

confused as I am right now...

I'd sure like to hear it.

The past few months,|people have been coming up to me...

and reporting that they've|been seeing strange things.

I don't mean the town speed freak.|I mean good, honest, church going people.

I've known these folks|my entire life...

and they seem down right embarrassed|to be bringing it up.

Bringing what up?

It's hard to explain.

Weird lights,|strange phone calls, you.

Seeing a UFO is one thing.

What do you do when someone tells you|they saw this in their backyard?

What is it?

My wife died two years ago.

She saw something.

Drew pictures.

Who showed you this?

It was right here.

There was only a foot or so|between its head and that branch.

That makes it about...

eight feet tall.

Yeah.

I was getting ready for bed and just|happened to glance out the window.

At first all I could see...

were these two red eyes.

I kept looking at it.

I couldn't stop.

I've never had that feeling before,|like I couldn't move.

And then I guess itjust...

took off..

That may not make much sense,|but it's...

the only way I can|put it into words.

You didn't see it,|did you?

It started about two months ago.

Every time I answered the phone|I'd hear it.

The first one was just|a loud beeping noise.

Now they're mostly|these creaking, howling sounds.

They all like this?

Well, once it was a man|talking really fast.

- What'd he say?|- I couldn't make it out.

- Some foreign language.|- Have you had the line checked?

I even had our number changed.

But before I got a chance|to give it out to anyone...

the calls started again.

It's not a question of believing them.|Like I said, they're honest people.

- How long you lived here?|- My whole life.

- I grew up right over that hill.|- On a farm?

Shucks, no.|A real live house.

Indoor plumbing and everything.

Sorry.

We even had shoes for church|and schoolin' and stuff.

All right,|all right.

Where the hell are you?

I'm still here.

- West Virginia?|- Yeah.

Something's come up.

You're kidding. Something of|national interest in West Virginia?

No, scientific.|I'll tell you about it later.

Cy's beginning to look rabid.

Keep him at bay,|okay?

Are you okay?|You sounda little stressed.

No, I'm fine.|I'll talk to you later.

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