The Mothman Prophecies Page #3

but this isn't just a message,|it's a prediction.

It came true.

These things Gordon's having,|are they dreams or hallucinations?

The way he describes them,|they sound like dreams.

I don't know.

He believes they're real.

I had a dream like that.

Yeah?

It was nighttime...

and I was|in the middle of the ocean.

I was trying to swim,|but I was too cold.

I kept looking-|I kept looking for something...

to hang on to.

And there were presents...

floating all around me.

They were wrapped up.|They were tied with bows.

I tried to grab on to them,|but they kept popping away.

And then I started to sink...

like a stone.

There was nothing I could do.|I was falling.

But it felt good.

I was letting go.

I was letting myself go...

and...

all I could see...

was black...

and all I could feel|was the darkness above me...

and the lights...

coming from below.

I knew I was dying.

And then I heard this voice,|like somebody whispering in my ear.

"Wake up,|number 37. '"

And then I woke up.

What do you think that means?

Number 37?

I have absolutely no idea.

I met him.

The guy who told me|about the plane crash.

You met him?

Yeah.

I met him.

Last night, coming home|from work about midnight.

I'm driving past|the cement plant...

out bythe chemical factory.

Right.

Something happened.

Bright...

flash.

Lightning.

Something...

encircles me.

Everything's kind ofhot.

I feel like I can't catch-

catch my breath.

He looked human.

But there was just something...

wrong about him.

That's when I heard the voice.

The same voice|that I heard two nights ago.

He said...

" Do not be afraid. "

My name...

"is Indrid Cold. "

And he said to me...

"In a place this size. "

Equator.

Three hundred.

Three hundred will die.

Wait for me.

I will return.

I will see you in time. '

And that was it.

It's a little-

Have a look.

She knew.

I didn't see anything.

You want to hear|the chief's latest phone call?

Yes?

- Thank God you're there.|- Gordon?

I know I sounded crazy the other day,|but things are getting weird out here.

Slow down,|Gordon.

- He's here.|- Who's here?

Indrid Cold.|He's standing right next to me.

Get over to Gordon's right away.|He says Indrid Cold is there.

Gordon,|let me talk to him.

Sure. Hang on.

Hello,|John Klein.

Who is this?

My name is Indrid Cold.

Unless, of course,|you're Gordon Smallwood.

Your father was born|in Racine, Wisconsin.

He lived in a green house|on Monroe Street.

You don't remember|how your mother looked.

Okay,|you got my attention.

- Where's my watch?|- In your shoe.

Under the bed.

Very good, John.|Thank you.

What's in my hand?

Chap Stick.

You're reading my mind,|aren't you?

Did you read my mind?

I have no need to,|do I?

What's the third|line of page 51?

"A broken smile|beneath her whispered wings. '"

Still more proof,|John Klein?

What do you look like?

It depends on who's looking.

I want to meet you.

You already have,|John.

I have seen you afraid.

You're afraid right now,|aren'tyou?

Can I ask you something?

Why ask me|what you already know, John?

What happened to my wife?

You were there.

Mary Klein cannot be found|by looking.

You will see her in time.

What's up,|Connie?

Everything okay?

Did you just call John?

I've been asleep since 9:00.

Unless, of course,|you're Gordon Smallwood.

See? It's sticking up here|around 1,950 cycles per second.

But it never gets any lower|than maybe 1,930 or so.

But yours is way down here|in the normal vocal range...

anywhere between 1,000|and 1,200 cycles per second.

Okay, so this guy's vocal range|is much higher than mine.

What makes you think it's a man?

Still more proof,|John Klein?

What is it?

Near as I can tell,|it's...

an electrical impulse.

But whatever it is, it's not|coming from human vocal cords.

Why ask me|what you already know, John?

What happened to my wife?

You were there.

Mary Klein cannot be found|by looking.

You will see her in time.

This isn't like you. We used to rip on|this stuff. when it came over the wire.

Yeah, I know.

- I t's different when it happens to you.|- Do me a favor.

Talk to Cyrus today.|Tell him you got the flu. Any excuse.

I'll back you up.

I just wanna make sure|you still got a job...

when you're done doing|whatever it is you're doing down there.

Okay,|I'll call you from Chicago.

What time is your flight?

8:
00 a. m.

Am I crazy?

No.

I am crazy.

Alexander Leek.

- Who the hell are you?|- John Klein. I called you last week.

Do you know what that is?

Stay away.

I need to know what this is.|Tell me.

Where are they seeing it?

Point Pleasant,|West Virginia.

You can help me.

Follow me.

The nocturnal butterfly.

In ancient cultures, the moth|represents a form of the psyche...

or the soul|immortally trapped...

in the hellish death realms.

Mothman.

That's what the Ukranians called him.|Rough translation, of course.

There were 100 sightings in Chernobyl|the year the nuclear plantwent down.

Galveston, 1969,|just before the hurricane.

They saw it.

But seeing isn't|always believing.

Look, there's never been|a single shred of evidence...

to show that these things|exist materially.

So you're telling me|these things do not exist?

Oh, they exist. All kinds of things|exist around us that we never see.

Electricity, microwaves,|infrared waves.

You know, these things|have been around forever.

They show up in cave paintings.

They're a normal condition|ofthe planet.

They're just not part of our consensus|of what constitutes...

physical reality.

What are they part of,|then?

You're asking for|an explanation...

for something...

that can't be explained|rationally.

You know the buildup of energy|before something happens?

The way your hair stands up|before lightning strikes?

"Before something happens. "|Do you mean they cause disasters?"

Why would they need to?

All right,|then...

are they trying to warn me?

Their motivations...

aren't human.

All right,|then what do they want?

I have no idea.

What you really want|is to know...

why you?

Yes.

You noticed them,|and they noticed that you noticed them.

Most people aren't sensitive enough|to see them...

without some kind of...

trauma.

What happened toyou,|Mr. Klein?

Last week my friend|got a strange phone call...

from an entity...

a spirit,|whatever.

It seemed to know everything.

Like God?

- It made predictions that came true?|- Yes.

His name was Indrid Cold.

It's perception, John.|They appear differently to everyone.

A voice, a light,|a man, a monster.

If your friend thinks it's God he spoke|to, he's off by more than a few degrees.

Then how do you explain|that it knows everything?

Look at that.

If there was a car crash 10 blocks away,|that window washer could likely see it.

That doesn't mean he's God...

or even smarter than we are.

But from where he's sitting...

he can see|a little further down the road.

I think we can assume that...

these entities|are more advanced than us.

Why don't they just come right out|and tell us what's on their minds?

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