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The foul stench of death evelopes us. We look up to see the creature staring at us with it's red eyes. It flashes an evil grin and jumps eight feet onto the roof. It is crouched with one hand draped across it's knee. The other on the roof, supporting it's two hundred kilo body. With one final crash, the bird-man spreads it's wings and takes off into the night sky, leaving nothing but claw marks and haunted memories

**

"The men suffered deep wounds, to the chest and back. Police are still unsure how the injuries were inflicted, but believe they were attacked by a bear. The men are still in hospital and are unable to comment" the TV reporter motioned to a large building in the background. It was late winter, and a light blanket of snow covered the ground outside. A grey shade of orange streamed in through the blinds, making it seem more like Alcatraz rather than the last house before the long and empty road to Newhaven. "... And snow will continue to fall until next Monday. And that's the news today, the 16th December" The power of the remote control sending the TV back into hibernation. I got up and walked to the window..

Beyond the window, a dark figure peers out from behind the tre, it's deep and heavy breath spirals above it's deformed head. A low and menacing growl emerges from it's curled lips. The rumble of a car. The figure steps back into the safety of the shadows

"What are you looking at dear?" My wife Cheyenne asked, placing a warm hand on my shoulder
"oh.. nothing.." I said with caution. I turned away fom the window and sat down on the couch. Somehow, the mystery of the forest seems to call my name...

Skeletons of humans past lie all around me. I advance with a nervous step towards the tower. The danger signs are prominent, but I take no notice. I place an outstretched hand on the faded concrete. It's warm, even in the darkness of this season. The light appears from above and I feel a burning sensation on my back. Somewhere off in the distance, someone is playing a surrealistic tune. The red eyes scorch into mine, and I'm suddenly falling...

**

The newspaper lies on the ground, soaked in a mixture of chemicals and water. The headlines has started to fade, but reads: "Local man in hospital after vicious attack in home". The wind blows the paper open to the page of 3

**

"Council to clean up ammunition depot" I read aloud. "The TNT site is to undergo a massive $30 million cleanup in an attempt to reduce the level of PCE seeping into the local waterways, which many people attribute to the unusually high number of animal deaths in the area. The West Virginian ordinance works, or the TNT site as it is commonly known, was built prior to world war one to mass produce ammunition for American Soliders. It was shut down several years later after the chemicals were left in huge towers to evaporate, but instead seeped into the earth" I tossed the paper onto the table and walked out the door "oh man this camping trips gonna be great..."

The sign on the side of the road reads "Now leaving Point Pleasant". It shines as the car's headlights glance over it. The air feels different somehow as the vehicle enters the campsite..

**

I remember the rhythmic beating of the heart monitor and Cheyenne at my site. I hold my hand to my face and notice a dark figure on my palm. The dream comes flooding back. The bird, the knife like claws, the screaming... I sit up gasping for air. I hold my head and fall back down. Cheyenne looks up and wipes tears from her eyes

"I thought... you were... dead" She whispered. "When I woke up, you were gone. I found you in the forest near Robinson Creek road. You were lying in a pool of blood" She looks away. "You weren't moving..". I lift my hand and held her hand. The heart monitor gains momentum and the white light returns...

**

"I'm going back to the car to get more beer. Throw us the torch" I shout. Walter throws me the flashlight and says "Hurry up Jack. I'm sobering up here" with a grin. I click the light on and amble towards the car, humming to myself. Less than 20 feet away from the car stood a figure. I flashed the torch across it's face. It let out a cry that started the car alarm. I dropped to the ground, the light still fixed to it's distorted face. It was black, with a twisted mouth. It had evil, glowing, burning red eyes. It screeched again and fell to the ground. I called to Walter and James.

As I came running, I saw something had Jack by the throat. It was about 6 feet tall, and a human shape, but it was covered in fur with wings. It then threw Jack against the car and flew off. I told the police officer. He noted the information into his canary yellow notebook.
"Where did this 'mothman' fly to? He asked, giving me a suspicious look. "I didn't see. I ran to help Jack" I pointed behind me "But I think it flew towards the"...

"TNT site". The large red letters stand out against the white background. Several feet behind, stands a building. It's a large red brick shack, used to house the chemicals that gave life to the 2 headed fish. From within, an audible mechanical whirr unsettles the night life. The tin roof separates as the creature breaks through, speeding off into the darkness

Concern filled my thoughts during the seemingly endless trip back. "What the hell WAS that?" I asked Walter. "Not human" he replied, obviously still shaken. I turned down Dixie road, that stretched past the ordinance works. I accellerated to 30 miles an hour

The fog moved in quickly, surrounding the car. Leaning forward to look out the window, I saw something overhead. "Jesus Christ Walter! check it out!" I shouted. Walter looked out and saw it too. A sense of panic filled the air. I accellerated, pushing the car as fast as it would go. And out of nowhere, came the evil face of death. The creature landed on the roof. I shook the car violently in an attempt to shake it off, without luck. It's long slender claw penetrated the roof. Walter screamed in pain as another claw ripped a wound open on his arm. I glance down at the dashboard. 110 miles an hour. I sped blindly down the road, occasionally checking on Walter. He was clutching his limb, trying to clot the blood. Just as I thought it was all over, the roof peeled back like tinfoil. A large hand grasped Walter by the shoulder and lifted him out. His face, filled with terror, disappeared out the large hole in the roof. I jammed on the brakes and looked out the window. Nothing. I looked behind me at the fresh blood on the seat, then at the hole in the roof. Flapping from the roof, was a sheet of paper. On it was 7 words: 'A great tradgedy on the river Ohio'. Nothing more..

**

"You need rest. Stay in bed today ok?" Cheyenne asked. I simply answered with an "OK". She stood up and headed for the door "I need to go shopping, be right back" she closed the large wooden door and left. I gently raised my hand to examine the mark on the back of my hand. It was about an inch long and was all black. I touched it with my finger. It was ice cold a nd throbbing. The phone rang. I picked it up and slowly pressed it against my ear. The voice at the other end was like a broken echo, with heavy breathing

"Hello?"
"I will make them bleed" it said
"Who is this?" I asked
"....the dream" came the response
The dream.
"How do you know this?"
"Your wife will see me in time"
"WHAT?!?" I yelled into the phone.
"Don't be sad Daniel" A familiar female voice said gently
"CHEYENNE!" I shouted. Deadly silence..

**

The cup of coffee rattled in James' sweaty palms. He sat there staring at the floor, unable to comprehend what had happened. A great tradgedy on the river Ohio? What did it mean?

"Terrifying red eyes, inhuman screeching, unexplained injuries, large and bird-like in appearance..." the officer skipped over the police reports. one year, thousands upon thousands of reports. Crazyness..

**

"Over the last 12 months, residents of Point Pleasant, West Virginia have approached the local sherrif, claiming to have seen a large creature, referred to as the Mothman. This bird like apparition has terrorized citizens since October" The reporter said, her gaze seemingly passing through the camera, looking at something. Concern fills her face as the ear-piercing scream overthrew the reporter's voice. In the corner of the screen, a bloody hand lay motionless. The camera crashed to the ground..

**

Traffic was gridlocked, people were heading home for Christmas. Total chaos. Underneath the bridge, a dark figure sits, waiting for something. 8:46pm. A loud groan came from above. The figure dives into the icy depths of the Ohio river. 8:47. The first cable comes crashing down onto the red car. Glass shatters, injuring the occupant. The other 12 cables come undone. Cars are ripped in half like paper, people are screaming, running to the safety of the end of the bridge. The lights short out, the bitumen cracks and topples into the empty void of the river. Brakes squeal and cars fall. People with fear in their eyes are trapped. The bridge gives way, and countless cars follow. The silver bridge is just a memory.

**

The Silver Bridge, collapsed nearly 13 months since the Mothman and UFO sighting started. 23 people died that night, and many people were injured. An official report found that the collapse was caused by pin 13, and was poorly manufactured. The mothman was never seen in Point Pleasant again, the most recent sightings have been near New York, prior to September 11th
David, a stand up, flat out piece of excellent creative writing. Captivating from the very first paragraph.

Your writing skills here are superb. You create haunting and chilling images with words, sentence structures and stop-start sudden changes of scene.

Quite simply the best piece of creative writing I've read in my time teaching year 11 - Easily up there with the best of year 12

Fantastic evocative reading. Excellent!


That's what my English teacher wrote on my mark sheet. This was written for Year 11 English class, as our free-choice writing piece. I got the equal highest mark in the year 11 English classes.

Anyways, this is a DIRECT copy of the original piece. So therefore it contains some inconsistencies and stuff, and a really terrible ending that I wrote about 5 minutes before the piece was due. Sorry ;)

Here's some things you might notice in the piece:

The mark on Daniel's hand shifts from the palm of his hand, to the back of his hand
Yes, this movie seems an awful lot like the movie "Mothman Prophecies", because it's MY interpretation of the movie
Jack has mysteriously disappeared, despite surviving the attack from the Mothman. He's in hospital ;)
The story sometimes switches from metric to imperial units, and back. I was in year 11, I was reckless in those days >_>
Plus a ton of other stuff that I prolly missed that you'll no doubt find out ;)
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LadyWu's avatar
Wow very well done - despite the tense stuff, I really enjoyed this - too bad my stuff is too racey or I'd post my stories LOL but yeah *coughs* too racey.