The Mothman Prophecies Page #2

- There's gotta be a logical explanation.|- I don't know.

By the way, don't worry about your pal|the governor. I'll take care of it.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks, Eddie.

- So?|- I t's running fine, Mr. Klein.

- Can't find a thing wrong with her.|- Really?

Strange.

- All right, what do I owe you?|- Nothin'.

I said I can't find|anything wrong with her.

Mr. Smallwood.

Mr.|Smallwood...

I just wanted to apologize for that|misunderstanding we had last night.

Are you sure it was me that came by|the last couple of nights?

Listen, mister.

Connie called me.

She told me that you check out,|and that's good enough for me.

I'm perfectly willing|to let it go.

But I don't drink anymore...

and I don't lie.

And as far as I know,|I'm not crazy.

So if you're accusing me-

Look,|here's the thing.

I don't know how|I ended up here last night.

I didn't even know|I was in West Virginia.

Some how,|between 1:00 and 2:30...

I traveled 400 miles and ended up|on that road by your house...

and I've got no memory of it.

And you call me crazy?

I was afraid I'd see you here.

Okay.

You didn't show up.

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.

We were parked up here...

and sort a making out|in the back seat.

And what happened next...

is sort of hard to explain.

Next day...

I woke up and...

both my-

my eyes were swelled up.

What did the doctors say?

He couldn't explain it.

See this one here?

It ain't never healed.

We're getting engaged.

That's good.

- I gotta talk to you.|- Okay.

Last night I woke up...

with the worst headache|I've ever had in my life.

I went into the bathroom|to get some aspirin...

and I happened|to look in the mirror...

and...

I swear to God...

I see something...

I can't describe.

But it sure as hell...

is not my reflection.

And then...

I hear...

this weird...

howl...

coming out of the sink.

And there's a voice.

It's a voice...

and it's saying...

"Do not be afraid. "

Ninety-nine will die.

"Denver Nine. "

I even wrote it down.

He just keeps saying the same thing|over and over for an hour...

and then it stops.

And when I wake up this morning|I look at this piece of paper...

where I wrote down the words...

and this thing is on it.

I did not draw that.

- Gordon?|- What?

Gordon, you-|your ear's bleeding.

What?

This CAT scan is clean,|Gordon.

No sign of any physical problem.

Are you sure?|Because this man's wife had a tumor.

What you had, Gordon,|was a first-class migraine.

- I can write you a prescription.|- That'd be good.

- Thank you, Doctor.|- There were other symptoms, Doc.

He had hallucinations,|heard voices.

Aren't they both associated|with glioblastoma?

I see nothing here to suggest...

something as exotic|as glioblastoma, Mr. Klein...

but if you'd like I can refer|Mr. Smallwood to another neurologist...

for a second opinion.

- He's wrong.|- No, that'd be fine.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Wait. Wait.

He's not wrong.

Nothing's wrong.|Nothing's wrong.

He's not wrong|'cause there's nothing wrong.

There's nothing wrong.

You go to a doctor with a bleeding ear|and he tells you you got a headache-

Yes, well, you're not sick,|so that is good news.

I wish I was sick. Then I would|know why this is happening.

You shouldn't say|things like that.

What should I say, Denise?|I'm hallucinating.

I'm hearing voices.

Was your wife hearing voices|before she had her tumor?

No.

13 News is headed to the scene,|and we'll have a live report in minutes.

Again our top story, Domain Air|flight 9 out of Denver has crashed.

An airline representative is expected|to make a statement shortly.

There is no confirmation...

but all 99 passengers and crew members|are believed dead.

Wow, man.

Could I speak to|Alexander Leek, please?

- This is Leek.|- Mr. Leek, this is John Klein.

I'm working on|a pretty strange story.

I was hoping you might be able|to help me out.

I'm particularly interested in your|theories on precognition and prophecies.

Anything you want to know|is in the book.

Yeah, but the chapter that you have|on the entities you call-

Were you contacted...

or are you pretending to have|a professional interest?

Yeah- No.

I'm a reporter|for The Washington Post.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Klein.|I don't work in those areas anymore.

I don't understand.

To hear a voice is one thing...

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