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Here is a letter I received from an original Mothman witness. This will be in The Mothman Speaks II. I am keeping her name private for the time being, as this was a private email. As a child, this lady tried to alert people to the fact that the Silver Bridge was going to collapse. She also saw the packages floating on the water in a vision, as described by John Keel in his landmark book The Mothman Prophecies. These are the kinds of stories that are typically ignored by newer Mothman movies and shows, which seem more interested in doing cursory overviews or lurid treatments that cash in on stupid viewers wanting “demon” entertainment. Here is the first letter she sent me:

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I encountered Mothman in November of 1967, when I was 9. We were visiting a family in Hurricane, WV. Dad had come to their call; they needed help with “this Big Bird” thing. He was asked to bring all of his guns and ammo. He thought it was a “mine war” or something, and asked if he should bring other men. He was baffled as to why they could not handle a big bird. But they said it wasn’t just a big bird, it was humanlike. He laughed, saying they were superstitious. After some explanation, he loaded us all up in the car and we set off for Hurricane. We crossed the Ohio River at Gallipolis. The Silver Bridge at that time was nothing less than a nightmare to cross. Most of the westbound lane’s pavement was missing. I could see clear down to the river through it. The bridge was only open to one lane of traffic.

The Silver Bridge once proudly stood over the Ohio. Was its demise aided by Bell Weapon vibrations coming from underneath the TNT Area (indirectly alluded to by Kerry Thornley), or by the MIB seen tinkering on it days before the collapse? Why was there a mass migration of birds out of Pt. Pleasant the morning of the collapse?

According to the sign at the bridge, only one car at a time was recommended. Each time a car would cross, the bridge twisted wildly. Sitting in line waiting to cross, I looked at everything around me to keep my mind busy. Then I resorted to just allowing my mind to wander. The next thing I knew, I was being held around the middle by one of my brothers as I was attempting to go out the car window! I was frantic to get out. Dad’s voice calmed me down; he asked why I was so upset. I told him I wasn’t [upset] and asked why was everyone holding me horizontal like that. He said that I’d been clawing to get out the window – that I was terrified by something.

He calmly asked for me to think about it and tell him why I might do that – what came to mind first. The first thing that came to mind was that the bridge was going to go into the river, and I had to get out. I felt an overwhelming urge to leap out of the car. I leapt towards the door and grabbed the handle, but the door was locked. Someone yelled, “She’s doing it again!” My body was acting independent of my mind – as if my mind was switched off. I found myself clawing my oldest brother in a bid to go out a half-open window. Again, Dad asked me to “see” or try to think why I’d do such a thing. I said bluntly that the bridge was going in the river with a lot of cars and people on it, and that there were [Christmas] presents all over the water. I heard myself saying that the bridge was lying in the river all twisted up. I wasn’t crying per se, but tears were pouring out my eyes and onto my clothes. I felt my face and asked if my face was bleeding. My brother said, “No, stupid, you’re crying!” I hit him in the arm and said I’d know if I was crying. I heard others say it was just tears on my face [and not blood]. Dad asked if we could cross safely that day. I let my mind find the answer and told him “yes.” I felt greatly relieved and didn’t sweat crossing then.

Dad asked me what might cause it to fall. I told him that the bridge “abutment” – a strange word to me – was crumbling. I could see it in my mind. I told him that the last section on the other side would have a gap bigger than all the others had. So, we all looked for the gaps… We found them regularly spaced, except for that last one on the WV side. Mom gasped that I’d been exactly right. Dad and I got out on the other side to look. He had me take him to where it was crumbling. I had to walk a little ways to get a view of it. Once there, I pointed right to it. He asked if that was all [to worry about]. I let my mind look. My mind went to the bolts we could view from that side. I saw that one was missing there and in another place – at the [juncture] of two sections. I pointed to them. I didn’t hear him [say anything] for some time. I turned around to see him writing things down while looking where I’d pointed. He began talking to himself that he had to get in touch with so and so, as he could take care of it. I asked to go back to the car, but he stopped me and asked if we could get back across the bridge okay. I let my mind look and saw that it would be okay. He asked when it would come down. Again, I let my mind find the answer. I said about two weeks. Exactly two weeks from that day, it did go into the river. The day it fell, we saw it on the news.

The spot where the Silver Bridge once stood. In August of 2010, two women from Columbus saw Mothman on the far side of the river, where the bridge ramp came down. The sighting preceded an explosion of one of the munitions domes in the TNT Area, which led authorities to restrict access to the area. These events also coincided with your humble reporter's realization that the Nazi Bell may have been ensconced under the TNT Area.

Mom asked me how I’d known this would happen. I’d forgotten the entire thing by then and thought she was nuts. She acted like she was terrified of me.

While we were in WV, we stopped at the [besieged] house near Hurricane. They kept talking about this “Big Bird.” We kids just thought it was a [regular] bird that they were afraid of. It was [initially] a bit of a laughing matter to Mom and Dad, so we didn’t concern ourselves about it. The adults [wanted to talk, so they had us] go up into the woods for a short walk. I was [deemed] best suited to get their daughter to talk about a “friend” she’d been talking to up there for about two weeks. They suspected “he” was an imaginary friend, since the people who lived up there never saw anyone with her. They said she’d stand there like she was talking to someone, but no one was seen near her. She was maybe 8 years old. I thought, “She’s a bit old for that but, hey, it’s West Virginia! These people are currently afraid of a big bird, so who knows what they are about!” We were from Ohio. We often told WV jokes to them and they told us Ohio jokes. Soon we’d find common ground, and then it wouldn’t matter where we were from. So, the girl tells me that there are too many people; he won’t come out. I asked if the older kids would leave us there and wait down below the tree line. They left [but] kept on going. I put my younger brother with this girl’s brother at the treeline and told him not to leave or I’d beat him up. He stayed put to see what was going on. They were about 15 feet or so from us when the girl began saying [Mothman] was there. She said not to look at him straight on, or else he’d be very angry. I played along. She said he talked to her mind; he did not talk out loud. It sounded like an imaginary friend so I relaxed, thinking this was going to be easy.

After some time of her telling me he was there, I told her I didn’t believe he was real. I didn’t hear him in my mind. She asked him out loud if he’d talk to my mind, too. I agreed this was okay. I began hearing this buzzing male voice in my head. It startled me. I [wondered if] my mind was making it all up. I saw movement nearby, and asked if I could move closer to it. I suspected that her siblings and friends had constructed some sort of fake monster to scare us; a closer look would allow me to see it clearly. I was allowed to move closer until she said, “stop.” After conversing for some time with this male voice in my head, I [silently] asked if I could move a few more feet to look over the edge of the drop-off. As a test, I asked him to have the girl tell me [the answer. The confirmation came when] she said “yes.” Curious, I moved and saw the drop-off was about 8-10 feet to the forest floor.

Movement to my left caught my eye. I saw what looked like huge, yellowish-orange bird feet with claws.

An image of Mothman from the Gray Barker archive, artist unknown, which seems to match the description given by the witness who found the missing bolt in the Silver Bridge. Her ancestry as a descendant of Chief Cornstalk seems to give weight to the Cornstalk Curse theory.

The legs attached to these were a bright, light green color. They looked jointed, like those of a heron or stork. I was very accustomed to being in the woods and outdoors. I knew birds, frogs, fish and other animals. This moved like a real bird. But my mind said, “No, it can’t be a bird because there are none that big. This has to be fake.” I asked the girl if I could look at her friend more directly, since my sideways vision wasn’t that good. She said it was okay, so I moved my head to look at him nearly straight on. It had wings that were moving a bit like a puppet. I saw a bird’s head with the neck collapsed down into the chest. As I was viewing the arms and lower body, I saw it take a breath in. Yes, it took in a breath… I thought that it had to be a movement of outside air causing this, so I observed this breathing for some time. It indeed appeared to be breathing in [of its own accord].

[Not wanting to believe it was] real, I asked how she and her siblings got that thing up in the trees like that. She said they hadn’t put it there – that he came by himself. I looked all around the base of this thing, but no one was around it. Thinking it was remotely manipulated, I looked further out but there was no one. When it moved, there was no movement from the surrounding area. I asked if I could look into his eyes, as I knew this would tell me whether this thing was actually real or not. She said it was okay, so I looked and saw to my utter horror that it was really real. There was no mistaking the look of a living creature’s eyes. It was sentient; it made eye contact with me. I felt a surge of energy come into my eyes from it. I steadied my spirit in response. I ripped my consciousness away from this flow of intense energy and asked the girl what he was here for. He answered my mind before the girl did. He said that he and his kind were here from another place. They’d been living in our world for some time. They sometimes talked to humans. However, in the past, this had caused some horrified reactions from humans, who then sought to kill them.

So, they withdrew to their own areas and stayed clear of humans. Sometimes they still came into contact with us, but it was rare. This one had been told by the older ones of his kind not to engage humans in talk, as it caused problems for all. [Still] he was lonely for interaction. He found humans to be quite intelligent and accepting, which made him feel good. I asked what his kind would think if they found out he was doing this. I asked if he knew that this girl would be in big trouble with her parents if they knew she’d been talking to him. I told him there’d already been trouble; some of his kind had been seen in the area. He knew about this, but felt it had nothing to do with his talking to this girl. I told him that her people and many others were very scared of them and were searching for them – that he should warn his kind so that they could withdraw to safer areas [until things] died down. I said that he was quite nice to talk to, but that it had to stop before someone got hurt.

My thought was to get out of there and to the house quickly. Once at the house, I began having trouble with vivid visions flashing nonstop through my mind. It was overwhelming me. My mind began to shut down, then my body. I slumped to the ground and sent my brother to get help. I told Dad we had to get inside quick. He asked if someone had a gun. I told him it wasn’t a person or animal, but was something [otherworldly and unexplainable]. Their daughter had been talking to something that wasn’t human; he was a huge bird thing that communicated with our minds. [I said that] he was dumping visions into my mind. We got inside quick. [The men] got their guns. They “covered” each other as they made trips getting the guns. The women drew the blinds and closed up the house. We kids were all sent upstairs to the finished attic.

When the sun went down, we began to hear dogs barking all over the place. Then we began seeing red, glowing orbs outside the window upstairs. Then came loud scratching. There was no tree near the side of the house to cause it. Then loud bangs came; something was hitting the windows. We began to see more detail after the light was turned off. There were hideous faces up close to the glass. We [ran and everybody gathered] in the middle of the house downstairs. Although the curtains were drawn, we could see through them. A very bright light shown over the little bridge that crossed the creek there. Something very tall, with thin extremities, was zipping past the picture window. Someone said that it had to be nearer the light in order to appear to be that big. Then it stopped, as if it heard what we were saying. It began to claw wildly at the window. The girl said not to think anything, as it could hear us thinking. They all thought she was crazy, but I said she was telling the truth. I told Dad it would help if he turned on the TV, since our minds would be on the TV and not other things. He turned it on and it all calmed down for a while.

TV in those days didn’t go all night, unfortunately, so it was eventually turned off.

The Indian Head Test Pattern, developed by the Rockefeller-owned TV networks for use at night when no one was watching. The originals were discarded and found in a trashcan in NJ - an attempt to get rid of evidence of occultic manipulation? Interestingly, it was reported in Saucer News that UFO witnesses and researchers were getting "communist" signals superimposed over the IHTP, in an apparent attempt to frame them. Several Mothman witnesses and UFO researchers reported strange activity on their TV sets, including Jim Moseley, who owned two TV sets that exploded.

We were told to lie down and go to sleep. In my sleep, I dreamt about this being. As soon as I did, the siege on the house began again. Something was hitting the windows all over the house. Something was on the roof trying to tear it open. For all the windows and the roof to be attacked simultaneously, it seemed that there had to be quite a few [creatures]. Dad calmed me down and began asking me to think about flowers and dogs instead of the Bird. Eventually, the noise stopped. I was told to sit behind the living room chair and look at a magazine. Dad said to read it, whether it was a good or not. It was a good, so I kept reading until it got light out. Then we made a hasty retreat back home…

That night, I heard scratching on the siding next to my second floor bedroom. Looking out the window, I saw glowing red eyes moving about the yard. Some eyes were further apart than others, suggesting differently [sized creatures]. Soon I could see thin appendages to these things, and large dark wings. The neighbors had a front light, which illuminated these things from the rear. Dad somehow got them to leave. He yelled to me to tell them that he had never hurt me. He ordered me to do this, so I knew I had better do it. I heard him telling them that they couldn’t have me. That did it for me… I locked the window and put the covers over my head. The next day, there were shingles missing from the roof. I got up there and found that it was only over my bedroom. There were long gouges in the underlayment of the roof. I shivered when my brothers said it looked like something had tried to tear the roof apart. From then on, there was one of those things living in the woods behind our house. My brothers and I were forever trying to escape its influence.

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