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Forget facts. Forget logic, forget everything that seems real.

And just... Trust, believe. Abe. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, You know your life is just a dream, don't you? The Night I Met Mothman by Eric

27 years ago, I was just an 11-year-old kid living in the quiet town of Gallopalee, Ohio,

nestled in Vinton County.

Our home was a weathered brick house that stood across from an old overgrown cemetery.

It had seen better days. There was also an abandoned barn nearby, complete with rotting beams and rusted nails.

The playground at school was just a stone's throw away,

but my brother and I, along with our cousins, found our misguided adventures in the

shadows of the graveyard.

We weren't disrespectful, just hood kids from the city, playing tag among the tombstones.

I vividly recall rushing home every night, breathless and sweaty,

as the street lights flickered on, a warning that trouble awaited if I lingered too long, or worse, if I faced an inevitable ass-wooping.

You know, the kind that makes you question your life choices as you scramble for safety

On one particular night my brother and I heard the unfortunately familiar sound of our parents fighting.

Eager to get away, we slipped out to the porch. There was a full moon.

I turned to my brother and suggested we venture across the street to the cemetery for a little game of tag.

He was a bit sleepy but followed along.

As we wandered, the peacefulness of the night was suddenly interrupted by a dark shadow soaring

overhead.

We exchanged bewildered glances but shrugged it off, thinking it was just a bat.

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